15. Connor O’Doyle

Chapter 15

Connor O’Doyle

Out to lunch .

“So, what’s your favorite color?” I ask her, as she glances at me like I will bite her any moment.

The woman really doesn’t trust me and it’s oddly refreshing. I open a side door toward the front of the castle and wait for her to pass through before following after her into bright sunshine. The wind pulls at her tied-up caramel locks of hair, making the escaped strands shimmer and spark in the light.

“My favorite color?” She looks down at her watch and a smile spreads across her cheeks. “You have fifty minutes of truce left and you’re choosing to ask about my favorite color?”

“It’s the only way I could think of to not argue with you,” I tell her, the sight of the indentations on either side of her mouth rendering me speechless. “You have dimples.”

How did I not know she has dimples?

She lowers her amber-colored gaze to the ground as we walk.

“I only wanted to talk without us arguing for once, and I do owe you an explanation for the other night.”

“Go on,” she says, her tone frosty.

Most women are easily won, but not this one. Of course, I suppose I would be wary, too, given how much we have argued in the past. However, I find myself unable to remember why. Now that I know what is causing the issue, I seem to have a better hold on my control, and there’s a lightness in my step that hasn’t been there for months. If only my cock would get with the program and relax.

I am positive it’s only her perfume that made me react this way, which means it is manageable once Jekyll studies the perfume notes and finds a cure. I just can’t seem to be able to stay away from her, not since Frank’s arrival.

Water laps at the edge of the moat and the wind tears at her topknot, carrying her scent past me like a caress to my senses.

“I’m sorry that we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot,” I tell her honestly.

“Understatement.” She hides a scoff, trying to be on her best behavior, and I grin.

I think back to how I have treated her, how I humiliated her that night so long ago. I did tell her I wasn’t the one to shag her, only because I grew so jealous of how she was surrounded by men all vying for her attention. Now look at me, begging for her attention.

“I’m truly sorry, you know,” I blurt like an imbecile, and my face screws up into a wince when she looks back at me with surprise.

“For ruining my vibrator for me?” she asks, looking at me wryly.

I blanch at her words and bend over, coughing, choking on my own saliva as she walks past me. Godsdamn her. The word vibrator from her lips can bring me to my knees.

“You deserve that,” she snarks, and my brain goes haywire.

“How did I ruin it for you?” My voice is husky from the thought of her fucking a toy, riding it and thinking of... who the fuck does she think of?

Her cheeks turn pink, and a rosy scent rises from her skin.

“Never mind,” she says, trying to avoid the embarrassing conversation she started.

Her chin lifts and streaks of sunshine pass over her face as we walk under the trees. Birds flit overhead and a smile stretches across her kissable lips.

“Woman, you can’t tell any warm-blooded man that and then skirt the conversation. You called a truce. That should at least include my balls.” I adjust my painfully hard dick that has been at attention since I walked into the kitchen, but now aches.

Her black boots come to a stop as she turns on the path to look at me. “I hadn’t used it yet.”

“Oh.” I blink. “Congratulations on the new vibrator?”

“Fuck you, Connor.”

I laugh when she moves away, quickening my steps to meet her stride. “Aww, love. I thought you’d never ask, but no wonder you’re so tense.”

She eyes me as if I have grown two heads at the charm I’m putting on. Normally, I would agree with her, but now that I know it’s only the wolfsbane in her perfume, I can control myself. Her scent is so interesting and now smells so sweet—a thorough shagging could do us both some good.

“We fight for a month solid and now you want to tease?”

“Who’s teasing?”

Her mouth clenches, a look of fury on her face that makes my cock twitch in my pants. She comes to a standstill.

“What is this, some kind of cruel joke to you? Do you just go around trying to pity fuck women?” Anger and something else is apparent in her tone and all amusement from the moment is gone.

I frown at the words, a little taken aback. “Whitley.”

“Save it, Connor.” She turns to go back the way we came, and I snatch her wrist in my hand, unable to identify the emotion thundering in my chest.

“Does this seem like it’s a pity fuck to you?” I take her hand and shove it at my aching dick, forcing her to feel how hard she makes me.

She has no idea—no one does—that she brings me to the point of pain and always has, but now her scent is soft, sensual, and alluring. I think my being in her bedroom too long has broken something in my nose because I would give just about anything to fuck this woman and get her out of my system for good.

“I swear to you, I won’t give you my cock until you beg. Just let me touch you.”

Her mouth turns into a plush, round O of shock as she tries to snatch her hand away.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask, moving into her space as my gaze drops to her mouth.

She quirks up a brow, and her teeth come out to nibble at her bottom lips like that’s exactly what she wants. “You’re actually asking this time?”

I nod, tugging her into my arms when she doesn’t offer a rejection. Her amber eyes drop to my mouth as she licks at the seam of her lips, and something in me snaps.

I pull her along the pathway and duck into the entrance to the hedge maze. My mouth is on hers in an instant, and I groan at the taste of her. She mewls like a kitten in the back of her throat, and it drives me up the wall. Growling, I grab her ass and lift her up, wrapping her legs around me and grinding my hard cock against her.

Holy . . . fuck me.

Her hands come up to fist my hair as we attack each other, tugging and pulling while our mouths try to inhale one another. She manages to whimper between kisses, her body temperature heating like an inferno, and the smell of her arousal is like a shot of Viagra.

I grind into her as weeks of need crash through me like a freight train going off the rails. My hands clench and knead her arse in encouragement as she grinds back, greeting me thrust for thrust, while her arms tighten around my neck. I’m not even inside her, and she’s making my eyes want to roll back.

Seems like I’m not the only one who has been desperate, since her strong legs grip and flex around my waist as if she’s trying to climb me like a tree.

I pause after a split-second of clarity, when I realize what we’re doing—outside and so close to the castle, no less. Shit. I just wanted to talk to her about what happened the other day in her bedroom, and the way she makes need twist in me has me trying to dry hump her against a damn hedge.

She doesn’t let up, her lips trying to devour mine, and I practically growl when she grinds against my cock just right.

“Why did you stop?” she asks, her mouth breaking away so she can look at me with panting breaths.

“We’re outside,” I say with a groan, trying not to lose it and hold my baser self in check.

It may be spring now, but the snow has only recently melted, and it’s still cold as shit for a human.

“Oh no you don’t.” Her gaze narrows at me, eyes blazing. “You started this, and I need to come now .” A tremor runs through her body, and her nails dig into the back of my neck, making my hair stand on end. “Like... right now.”

Eyebrows in my hairline, I manage to pry her off, and she looks at me as if I’ve stolen her favorite vibrator from her and broken it.

A laugh escapes me as I cover her mouth with mine, slipping my tongue past her lips to show her I have no intention of stopping. Not when I can finally get a piece of her.

I pull away, my words a rumble against her lips. “Let’s find somewhere more discreet, then. Come here.”

I grab her hand and pull her further into the maze until we reach a spot I know will be impossible to see from the castle windows, and it’s far enough away that if a random staff member comes walking, I’ll be able to sense them and right her clothing.

“This should be good enough,” I say, ignoring the soft sounds of insects around us as I grab her ass and pull her to me. “I just wanted to check and make sure you didn’t?—”

“Connor, stop talking,” she snaps, pressing her lips against mine, cutting me off, and we somehow make it to the ground with her beneath me. She growls, making my dick jerk, and she grabs it through my pants. “You never stop talking.”

“Fucking hell,” I gasp, when she gyrates her body upward and against mine, her height of five foot eight making it easy for our pelvises to line up.

I snatch at her waist, and a moment later I’m holding tightly to my control as I pull her jeans from her legs without tearing them with my inhuman strength. I barely get them to her ankles, her boots stopping me from pulling them off, when she sits up and grabs the collar of my jacket. I have to catch myself from falling as she jerks me closer, spreads her legs as best she can, and plants my face squarely against her panty-clad pussy.

“Oh fuck,” I grunt out, my body quaking.

I practically snarl at the tart, sweet smell of her and rip her panties to the side, eliciting a sharp squeal. One hand turns to claws and digs into the dirt at her side as I let out a low, rumbling groan against her cunt. I lap at her flesh, finding the small bundle of nerves and dragging my flattened tongue over it.

“Yes!” she screams, making birds scatter and fly away as she dives her fingers into my hair.

I eat her out like it is my life’s mission, my tongue exploring every delicious dip and fold as I coat it in her taste. Hands pulling at my hair in all directions is the only encouragement I need and I latch onto her clit as she screams, coming all over my face. The heady aroma of her release invades my senses and I delve my tongue for more, her cum coating my mouth and beard like ambrosia.

She came so quickly, with me barely on her for long, and the idea that she might be quite sensitive has my cock pulsing. Overwhelming need drives me to plunge my finger into her tight pussy, and I groan at her breathy gasp. I stroke her most sensitive spot, marveling at how hot and wet she is for me.

As I thrust a second finger into her, I glance up and our gazes meet. Her lips are parted, her cheeks rosy from her orgasm. She looks so damn sexy as she uses my hair as an anchor while her hips lift, urging my tongue to join my fingers.

Adjusting the angle of my wrist, I curl my fingers and work her G-spot as I circle her clit with my tongue, going hard and fast to make her squirm. I sheathe my claws on my free hand and slide it up over her warm curves, lifting her jumper and shirt so I can see her waist and tits through her bra. Her smooth skin breaks out in goosebumps at the cold air, her nipples hardening before my greedy gaze.

Moments later, her luscious thighs tighten around my head, the silky flesh bouncing and rubbing against my beard. A noise between a growl and a whimper leaves her mouth as she claws my arm like a wildcat and starts fucking her body on my hand and face. My jaw drops when she suddenly arches, my gaze riveted to her wanton display, then her amber-colored irises roll back in her head as her hands leave mine to squeeze both tits through her bra. She gyrates frantically, moaning and chest heaving, and her insides tighten around my fingers.

I lose it.

I explode in my pants like a young lad witnessing his first tumble in a bawdy room. Rope after rope of hot cum fills my slacks as her sweet pussy milks my fingers. She releases a cry that calls to something unknown in my being, leaving me confounded and in complete awe of her.

My heartbeat skitters to a stop when she opens her eyes, and the sight of them dilated and warm does something to my chest.

“Holy hell,” she says, her body limp and languid, like this is over.

I reach up and tweak one of her nipples hard through the thin material of her bra, loving the way her eyebrows arch into a look that makes me want to fuck her until she can’t speak. She bites her lip and I’m forced to close my eyes lest she see them glowing a bright yellow. Again .

“You need to come again,” I tell her, but it’s more of a plea.

I want to see this woman, who has been driving me to the brink of insanity, keep losing it for me.

I lower my face, breathing her in as I rub my beard lightly against the soft skin of her inner thigh, making her wiggle. Then I turn my head and nip the inside of her other thigh without warning.

“What?” she gasps out.

I grin, knowing she’s bluffing. “You heard what I said.”

Slap . My hand comes down over the bite mark, showing her I’d have no problem spanking that plump arse of hers if she was to give it to me.

“Let me make you come, woman.”

She snaps her legs together and brings her knees up, forcing my head away from her core, and I smirk as embarrassment flushes her sinfully curvaceous body. But the scent of renewed arousal is all the encouragement I need. I move closer to her and rest a hand on top of her clenched thighs. A hesitant expression crosses her features, then she relaxes her body, opening for me.

“Good girl,” I murmur and kiss her cunt, propping myself up on my elbows in the soft grass.

I dive back into her pussy—my new favorite meal—and suck her clit as I thrust my fingers deep inside her over and over. When her body begins to tremble again, I groan in appreciation of her responsiveness. I lick and suck at her cunt like I have hours, instinctively knowing if I pace my tongue just right, her body telling me exactly where to touch with each sigh and every moan, she’ll go off like a firecracker. She gasps and a keening cry leaves her lips, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm.

I let out a low, vibrating growl against her pussy, wishing I could feel her tight walls around my cock.

Even though I just came in my pants—thankfully she was too distracted to notice—my cock still aches within the confines of my trousers, hard and ready for her again. Fuck, I want it in her.

Just as I move to release the button of my suit pants, a sound registers from a few steps away. I curse myself for being so focused on her and not our surroundings, but the urge to ignore them and sink myself balls deep in her leaves me choked.

I need her more than I can bear, but the sound of footsteps getting closer has me seeing reason.

I curse under my breath, then pick her up deftly and tuck her body behind mine, trying to keep her from view as I sit up on my haunches.

“Get your pants back on,” I order, glancing over my shoulder.

Her brows come together, so I grab her hand and squeeze it—my silent apology for being so gruff.

“Someone is walking down the path,” I say softy around my huffing breaths, and she goes still.

“Oh my god,” she says, reaching down and yanking up her pants. Lifting her hips, she shimmies the denim over that plump arse and buttons her jeans up. As she pulls her shirt and jumper down, I get to my feet, then help her stand.

The taste of her in my mouth, and her scent all over my face and beard, has my head swimming. I reach out to touch her cheek, wanting my tongue in her mouth again, and I really don’t care if we’re caught doing that much.

She swats my hand away. “This changes nothing, Connor.”

Bringing my arms up on either side of her, I close her in against the maze hedge and lick along my lips seductively, her essence exploding on my tongue. “That’s where you’re wrong, cupcake. This changes everything.”