Prince of Passion by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online

his words. By the gods, how she wanted him. “I could lick you as well.”  
    “Ah, doona tempt me, love.”  
    “But I want to tempt you.”  
    His eyes twinkled devilishly. “You can tempt me each day for the rest of our lives.”  
    “Then I shall. Should I start tonight?”  
    He groaned into her hair. “I want you with a ferocity I find exhilarating and a tad alarming.”  
    Senga bit her lip to keep from moaning when Keiran’s hand slipped into her blanket and cupped her breast while he thumbed her nipple. The pleasure shot to her sex, making her squeeze her legs together. She wanted to throw off the blankets and scoot into his lap to slowly lower herself atop his cock and ride him until they both screamed in ecstasy.  
    Only the presence of their hostess stopped her.  
    “Keiran, please,” she begged.  
    “Please what? Do you want more?”  
    “You must stop. We cannot, not with Molly so near,” she whispered.  
    He reluctantly removed his hand. His mouth, however, continued to drive her wild with his soft lips and hot tongue as they scrapped across her flesh.   His breath fanned her neck, sending chills across her skin. “I want to bring you to release again,” he whispered. “I want to hear you scream my name.”  
    Senga’s resistance was wearing down. Her body was in such a state of need, that she was nearly to the point of uncaring who watched as she made love to Keiran.   Her eyes closed as she titled her head back to grant him access to her neck. His teeth grazed her skin a heartbeat before he ran his tongue over the spot. It was too much for Senga.  
    “By the gods, how I want you,” Keiran said, his voice husky and deep.  
    The sound of feet moving closer to them made Senga lift her head and open her eyes. “Molly is coming.”  
    “Ah, I wish I was,” he said.  
    She choked back a laugh and straightened her blanket around her. Her body pulsed with need, desire strummed through her veins demanding she seek the release and pleasure only Keiran could give her.  
    And she would. Just as soon as Molly went to sleep.  
    Molly leaned down to add another log to the fire before she dusted off her hands and faced them. “There is a loft where the two of you can bed down for the night, or I can make you a pallet in front of the fire.”  
    “The loft will be fine,” Keiran answered.  
    “Help yourself to anything you need, then.” Molly moved past them to her bed that sat directly behind them.  
    Senga rose and started for the ladder that would take them to the loft. Keiran was right behind her. It took a while to navigate the ladder while holding her blanket closed, but by the time she and Keiran were in the loft, Molly was in her bed.  
    When Keiran pulled at her blanket, she let fall from her to puddle at her hips. His warm hazel eyes caught and held hers as he cupped the side of her face.   “You’re mine.”  
    She nodded and glanced at the mark on his arm, a mark that let all the world know he was mated. “I’m yours. For always.”  
    His kiss, when it came, held all the desire, promise, and love she had seen in his eyes. Again and again his tongue swirled around hers. She pushed at his blanket, exposing his muscled form to her view. With a flick of her wrist she pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. His thick cock nestled between her legs hard and hot.  
    Though she longed to hold him in her hand, she made herself wait. Instead, she spread her hands over his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath her hand. Slowly she moved her hands down his torso and over his rippling abdomen and tight stomach.  
    His cock jumped in anticipation as her hand near him. A glance at his face showed him watching her intently, silently wondering if she would take him in hand.  
    When Senga could stand it no longer, she grasped his cock, amazed at the smoothness of him. Her thumb rubbed over the tip to the bead of moisture the pooled there.  
    “Senga.” His