The Druid Series 9: Baird (A Druid Novel) by Marata Eros Read Free Book Online Page B

and Carrig closer to her, and they look on her with adoration.
    It seems so simple for them.
    “ It is that you love her too much,” Imogen adds.
    Baird stands. “I do not love Siana. I care about her protection.”
    “Yes...” Disbelief is plain on Imogen’s face.
    “ Get thoughts of love out of your head, Imogen.”
    Her brows pinch together. “You say that Kael partook of her body first—upon the Sacred Stone?”
    “Yes,” Baird replies curtly.
    Quinn scowls. “It is not Imogen you are angry with, brother.”
    Baird sighs. “Yes, I am sorry. Siana makes every nerve ending I have scream like a raw wound.”
    Imogen and Carrig look at each other.
    Quinn says, “Perhaps you can make amends. You have saved Siana’s life twice. You have rutted with her...” Quinn spreads his hands, palms up in supplication.
    Baird studies them for guile. Finding none, he nods. “Yes. But first, we must rescue the Druids from the Faction.”
    Imogen releases Quinn and Carrig. “Go, bring your brothers and save my sisters. I will be safe here with Maghnus.”
    They scowl, and Baird laughs. He is not the only one with jealousy issues, a Reaper mainstay.
    “Do not fuck him, my Druid.” Quinn tips her head back and mauls her with a possessive tongue.
    Imogen circles his neck with slender arms.
    Baird's dick tingles with the need to do that and so much more with a certain Druid.
    He walks out of the room with a set of blue balls. Anger and unfinished business follow him to his chamber.

CHAPTER TEN
    Seraphina
     
    Seraphina has never been fucked so deeply or completely in her time as breeder. 
    She is not a needy thing as some of the others, but with one rut from Altho, she is changing by the second.
    He batters her with his cock, driving deeply inside the phallus. She groans, succumbing to the sensation of being filled to capacity and the simultaneous stimulation from the stub in her ass.
    Technically, it is not he that impales her but the phallus.
    Her eyes whip open when she realizes how closely he skates the invasion of her sex magick.
    Altho smiles, face puckering where his scar tweaks his lips, a whip of red flesh against his full mouth.
    He sees her looking and distracts her with a swivel of his hips. Her breath catches in her throat.
    “Do not look upon me,” he says.
    Seraphina closes her eyes and does the same with her legs. He forces them apart.
    She wants him to, yet she does not .
    His breath is warm on her face. “That is it—fight, my little breeder.”
    She slams her hips against his, grabs the back of the dark hair, and rips his head backward.
    He howls as he finishes, the pain she gifts him taking Altho over that edge of ecstasy. Her own release pulses around him, causing the phallus and his softening cock to move in and out.
    He yells in a hoarse cry of agony and tortured surprise.
    He rolls off her, taking her with him.
    Altho pulls out, the phallus buried inside her like a plug.
    Meeting her eyes, he flops the phallus on the bed beside them.
    “ I have fucked you soundly, Druid—and yet am immune to the magick of your delectable twat.”
    Seraphina ignores his barbs. “Why is your face like that?”
    He cannot contain his expression.
    Instead, his sorrow is something she did not expect or want. She feels sick to have caused it.
    Altho is many things. Primarily, he is her benefactor and captor.
    He sets her away from him and moves to leave.
    Seraphina grabs his waist as he does, pressing the side of her face against his naked back.
    He is a strong male, a Druid witch like herself. He has the blood of the vampire running in his veins. As does she.
    Their magicks are complementary.
    He could toss her away. Or, he could mate her.
    He does neither. Altho sits at the edge of the bed and lets her press against his back.
    The silence stretches.
    Why does he want her? To use her? He could fuck any female. None could resist.
    “ I pay for females to lay with me,” he admits softly.
    Seraphina says nothing. She