Fires Of Solstice Part 18

Another stab of desire knifed through her p.u.s.s.y.

The h.e.l.l with the murderer! She needed relief-now! She rubbed her c.l.i.t harder and imagined how Bleddyn's hard c.o.c.k would feel sliding into her.

Oh yes, she hummed to herself. His hands would cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and he'd rub his callused fingers against her nipples. Then he'd slide one down her stomach like he had that day at work and slide first one finger then a second into her aching p.u.s.s.y.

But his fingers wouldn't be enough, and she'd let him know it. No, she'd need his c.o.c.k buried deep inside her to satisfy the ache she felt. She'd need his c.o.c.k thrust in then pulled out and thrust in and pulled out over and over.

Oh yes, just... like... that!

"Ahh..."

Meredythe's fantasy had barely begun when a strong o.r.g.a.s.m ripped through her. Relief flooded her body, but Meredythe wasn't completely happy. She'd been too primed, too ready. She wanted a long, drawn-out lovemaking session, even if it was only with herself.

"I should have had a couple gla.s.ses of wine," she muttered to herself.

Flopping over, she stared into the darkness for a few minutes. Then, shoving her host's s.e.xy body into a corner of her mind, she shut and locked the door on it and turned her thoughts to her reason for being here-to find information that would lead her to a murderer.

Curled next to her, his rumbling purr vibrating against her side, Methuselah rubbed his head against her arm.

Soon Meredythe was asleep.

Bleddyn braced his hands against the wall of the shower stall and let the ice-cold water sluice down his taut, aching body. It didn't work. His c.o.c.k was just as hard and aching as when he'd fled Meredythe. Almost, he'd accepted her unspoken invitation when she lifted her head away from the door, lifted her lips toward his. He groaned again as his c.o.c.k jerked. His hand strayed downward, but he curled it into a fist and smashed it against the marble tiles. Two of them shattered and crumbled to the floor.

He ignored them, trying to will his c.o.c.k into submission.

It didn't work. Not even the pain in his knuckles dulled the ache in his groin.

"d.a.m.n. b.l.o.o.d.y, b.l.o.o.d.y d.a.m.n."

Pulling a vision of Meredythe's naked thighs into his mind, he fisted his c.o.c.k and began to pump.

In his mind, he spread her thighs and slid his fingers through her silky curls until he reached her wet c.u.n.t. After rubbing her c.l.i.t a few times-her moans got louder-he slipped his finger into her hot, wet slit.

She gasped and tightened her internal muscles around his fingers to suck them deeper.

He pulled his finger out and rubbed her hard, little c.l.i.t a few more times, slid two fingers into her and pumped them. Bending his head, he captured her mouth with his in a long, tongue-twisting kiss, then nibbled his way down her neck and across her collarbone to suck on a distended nipple as she arched her breast into his mouth.

Still fisting his c.o.c.k-up down, up down-Bleddyn imagined Meredythe pushing his head away from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, down her flat belly to her wet c.u.n.t.

In the shower, Bleddyn shuddered. Just imagining sliding his tongue into Meredythe and sucking her hot, sweet juices into his mouth had his b.a.l.l.s aching even more.

In his hand, his c.o.c.k became harder.

Panting, he imagined lifting his head, shifting his body onto hers and burying his c.o.c.k deep inside her as her c.u.n.t muscles grabbed and sucked his c.o.c.k. Her p.u.s.s.y would be hot and wet and tight, he just knew it.

Hips thrusting, Bleddyn fisted his c.o.c.k more tightly as the burning in his b.a.l.l.s roared upward. Hot c.u.m erupted and spurted high against the wall of the shower. Gasping, he braced his forearm against the wall and leaned his head against it. In seconds, though, the ice-cold needles of water bouncing off his back roused him. Turning on the hot water, he leaned back and let the now-comfortable shower sluice down over him. After sucking in a deep breath, he smiled. If fantasy s.e.x with Meredythe could make him this weak in the knees, what would the real thing do to him?

As long as Meredythe was in his house but not in his bed, he'd ache for her. Besides, he didn't want temporary relief. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her hot, tight body and explode while they drowned in mutual pa.s.sion.

He shivered as the water continued to rain down. Six days. The full moon was in six days. He could make it. He'd waited over a thousand years for Meredythe. He could wait six more days.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against her neck. She turned her head to give him easier access and he sucked on the pulse throbbing there. Reaching down, he lifted her nightgown and pulled it over her head. When he buried his head between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she moaned and arched against him. Turning his head, he nuzzled her breast, his tongue slowly outlining her areola. When he sucked her nipple into his mouth, she gasped and stroked the sleek muscles of his naked back.

"Easy, love, slowly. I want to make this good for you." His hand slid down her stomach.

"Bleddyn, please," she moaned and arched against his hand when his fingers slid between her legs.

She moaned and thrust against his hand.

"Meredythe?" The voice seemed to come from a million miles away.

"Umm?" She arched again. His fingers were pure magic.

"Meredythe, are you all right?" Was his tone worried?

She opened her eyes. Bleddyn leaned over her, a concerned expression on his face. She lifted her hand and caressed his cheek. Then, she lifted her head toward his, her lips parting. Her kiss was tentative, b.u.t.terfly soft. His lips were warm and firm, his kiss gentle.

Then she realized she was awake.

Her eyes opened wide as she pushed away from him, a squeak escaping her open mouth. When he sat down on the edge bed and braced his hand on the other side of her hips, she shoved herself back so hard, her head thwacked against headboard.

Bright sparkles exploding before her eyes, she grabbed the blankets and jerked them up to her chin. "What are you doing here?"

Leaning closer, he brushed a curl away from her mouth and tucked it behind her ear. "I heard your cat meowing and scratching at the door. When I opened it to let him out, you moaned. I thought you might be ill, so I came to investigate."

She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly, struggling to bring her clamoring senses under control. "I'm fine. I was just dreaming."

His smoky gaze bored into hers. "Dreaming? A nightmare, perhaps?"

Bright flecks of gold floated in his gray eyes. Funny, she hadn't noticed them before.

The blankets she had clutched so tightly slipped to her waist.

"Yes, that's right. It was a nightmare."

His fingers played with the top b.u.t.ton of her nightgown. "Want to talk about it?"

The back of his hand brushed against an aching nipple. The electrical jolt shot straight to her groin. The sudden, aching stab also cleared the sensual haze seeping into her body.

She planted both hands on his chest and pushed him away. "No!"

As he sat up, a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. "Are you sure?"

She crossed her arms across her rebellious b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "Yes, of course. Um... I'd like to get up-take a shower."

He rose and smiled down at her. "Would you me to scrub your back? I'd be more than happy to."

Her body shivered in antic.i.p.ation, but her mind was in firm control. "No!"

Hands on hips, he c.o.c.ked his head. His gaze traveled from her face to her chest. "You're sure?"

Beneath her crossed arms, her nipples tightened even more. "Yes!"

The promise of pa.s.sion disappeared from his face and his smile became achingly tender. "Then I'll go make breakfast."

Her heart seemed to quiver in her chest as she c.o.c.ked an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't cook."

"I don't. I have discovered that I am a tolerable baker, however. How do blueberry m.u.f.fins sound?"

The expression on his face was so open and innocent she relaxed. Her smile became more natural.

"Fine. Anything. I'll see you in a little bit."

"Enjoy your shower." Pivoting, he strode across her bedroom and out the door, closing the door firmly.

Pulling her legs up, Meredythe crossed them, planted her elbows on her knees, dropped her chin into her cupped hands and stared at the closed door. Who was Bleddyn Glyndwr? Why did she find him so compelling? True, he had to be one of the most fascinating men she had ever met, but he was also one of the most vexing. Why in the world had she ever agreed to stay here? She snorted and glanced at her reflection in the dresser mirror.

Her reflection stared back, expression clearly saying, That's because he's s.e.xier than any man you've ever met. Face it, Merry-you have the hots for him.

Her chin snapped up. "Now wait one d.a.m.n minute, Meredythe Welsh." She stabbed a finger at her reflection. "You're here because you wanted to see what you could find out about wolves and these murders. That's why you agreed to stay here instead of going to the motel. And it will be a lot easier to find out what Dr. Bleddyn Glyndwr is hiding if you stay here in his house rather than in a motel. And he is hiding something. You know it and I know it. All you have to do, girl, is get him to trust you, to feel comfortable with you."

She shook a finger at her reflection. "But you are not going to seduce him. You're not like Heather. You have never slept with any man to get information for a story, and you' re not going to start now. No, you will stay friendly yet professional the whole time you' re here. You will be pleasant, but you will not encourage him. Business, girl-you're here on business only. No sleeping with informants."

Sitting up, she threw off the blankets and slid off the bed. She'd find out what Dr. Bleddyn Glyndwr was hiding if it was the last thing she did. So what if he was the s.e.xiest man she'd ever met? That didn't matter in the least.

Mouthwatering odors were wafting around the kitchen when Meredythe joined Bleddyn approximately forty-five minutes later. A pan of m.u.f.fins sat on top of the stove and he was just pulling a second pan from the oven.

"They smell wonderful." She paused and breathed deeply. "I thought you said you couldn't cook. Aunt Evie would be impressed."

"These are my one claim to culinary fame." Straightening, he set the second pan beside the first then tossed his oven mitts on the counter. "Aunt Evie?"

Meredythe shoved her hands into her back pockets. "My Aunt Evelyn. She raised me after my parents died in a car accident."

"I'm sorry." He looked and sounded sincere.

She shrugged. "That's okay. I was only a year old so I don't remember anything about them. How about you? Do you have a family? Brothers? Sisters? Parents?"

He grabbed the first m.u.f.fin pan and turned it over. The m.u.f.fins tumbled onto a plate. "I'm an only child. And I never knew my father."

She stepped to the counter and grabbed a coffee mug off a hook. "Your mother?"

For the barest second, he stilled. "My mother... I see her... periodically."

Meredythe's back was turned so he couldn't see the smile she allowed herself. He was hedging. What was it about his mother that he didn't want to talk about?

Frenzied, angry barking and howling interrupted her before she could speak again. A m.u.f.fin rolled to the floor as Bleddyn dropped the second pan and headed for the door. "That's Ham- Shadow. Something's wrong."

Meredythe followed close on his heels. Grabbing a parka, she jerked it on, slid her stocking feet into a pair of boots and slammed through the outside door. Cursing, she shaded her eyes from the sun's glare. Bleddyn was already standing in front of Shadow's kennel, his fingers laced through the wire, talking to the wolf-dog in vain.

She stopped next to him and shouldered him out of the way. "Shadow," she said in a no-nonsense tone to the wolf-dog that paced along the far side of his fence, growling and snarling ferociously, "calm down. What's wrong? No one is going to hurt you. We won't let any strange man do anything to you."

Bleddyn stepped back and watched as she alternately commanded, cajoled and finally convinced Shadow to calm down and relax.

"That's good. Now that's better, isn't it-listening to me instead of barking until your throat hurts." She glanced quickly over her shoulder. "Bleddyn, leave me alone with him for a while." She turned all her attention back to the wolf-dog. "See, Shadow, I told you everything was okay. No one here is going to hurt you. I won't allow it."

From the corner of his eye, Bleddyn saw a familiar figure disappear around the corner of the house. He placed his hands on Meredythe's shoulders and leaned forward. "I'll leave Shadow in your hands. He likes you." So do I. His lips brushed her cheek and his hands caressed their way down her arms. Even through the parka, he knew they raised goose b.u.mps. Then he stepped away.

Meredythe sensed rather than saw him leave, her complete attention again on the unhappy wolf-dog. "No one will take you away from me, Shadow, I promise."

Bleddyn pushed open the door of the east tower and ascended the stairs, entering the unlocked door at the top. Warmth rushed down the cold stairwell until he closed the door again. "I thought you were more subtle with your arrivals," he said to the old man who was poking at the fire.

Rhys looked over his shoulder. "Sorry. I didn't think I'd appear so close to Hammer' s kennel. Are you sure you'll be able to save him?"

Flopping into one of the old leather chairs placed in front of the hearth, Bleddyn grinned. "I can't. He won't have anything to do with me. But Meredythe can. By the way, his mother was a wolf and named him Shadow."

Rhys stopped poking the fire and sat down in the other chair. Two cups of steaming tea appeared on the table beside him. "Meredythe? She's working with him? Why? What have you told her?"

Bleddyn shook his head at the offered tea. He'd already had plenty of coffee. "I haven't told her anything. She just plopped herself down in front of Shadow's kennel yesterday and kept talking until she wore him down."

Rhys' eyebrow rose marginally. "She discovered his name?"

A fond smile appeared on Bleddyn's lips. "She said Hammer was a terrible name for him, and Shadow would be much better. She thinks the name just popped into her head."

Rhys pursed his lips. "She's changing already, before the ceremony. Amazing. You haven't..."

Bleddyn rubbed the back of his neck. "Taken her to bed? No. I never knew I had this much willpower."

Rhys leaned over and patted his knee. "The moon is waxing. Not much longer."

Bleddyn rose and smiled wryly. "Believe me, I'm counting the days." Staring into the fire, he asked, "What about Slade? Were you able to lead him to Canada?"

"I know he followed me. Where he is now, I can't be sure. I didn't try to find him, afraid he'd follow me back here."

"You're staying then?"

Rhys sipped his tea. "I think it best, in case he decides to come back here."

Bleddyn sighed with resignation. "I should have killed him when I had the chance."

Rhys shook his head. "You couldn't. Your honor would never allow it."