Fires Of Solstice Part 29

Meredythe shuddered and arched her back. After a final lap with his dexterous tongue, he rose and pushed a thigh between hers, the crinkly hairs teasing her tender skin. When he pressed his erection between her legs and rubbed back and forth against her slippery c.u.n.t, a momentary p.r.i.c.k of logic stabbed her brain.

"Condom," she gasped.

His thumbs slipped between her legs and prodded them farther apart.

"Bleddyn!" she gasped again through the ripples of pleasure. She tried to pull out of his grasp. "Bleddyn!"

His hands tightened on her thighs. "What?" he snarled.

She shuddered when his thumbs pinched together on her most sensitive spot, but she still managed to gasp, "Condom!"

He froze then rolled away from her. A drawer was wrenched open and crashed to the floor. He was panting audibly as the bed dipped under his weight, and, for a moment, fear seeped into her brain. He was a werewolf! What if he changed...

Two warm hands grasped her hips. Strong thighs slid between hers and pushed them farther apart. A blunt hardness caressed her wetness once, twice. Meredythe shuddered as he repositioned her hips.

Bleddyn ached. The moon was at its zenith, her light flooding through the gla.s.s roof, filling him with warmth and power. Now he would finally have his mate. Now Meredythe would save him from the beast in his soul. With one hard thrust, he buried himself as deeply as he could.

She was so tight! With a moan that was half howl, he began to move, slowly at first, then faster. His gentle thrusts became harder as he sought to bury himself as deeply as he possibly could. With each thrust, her internal muscles tightened around him, gripping tightly.

She was so wet! Her moisture drenched both his thighs and hers. And her scent! Its rich, musky aroma alone was almost enough to make him lose control. Throwing back his head, Bleddyn opened his eyes wide and stared at the full moon. His thrusts became deeper, faster, more powerful. Encouraged by her moans, he finished each thrust by grinding his hips in a circular motion, first one way then the other.

Meredythe shoved her face into pillow wrapped in her arms and screamed with Bleddyn's first thrust. He was so hard, so thick, so good! When he pulled out and thrust again, she pushed back to meet him. Her pa.s.sion flared higher and heat roared through her veins as his hands stroked and kneaded her back and b.u.t.tocks. Groaning, she rubbed her aching nipples against the silk bedspread. She panted into the pillow as his hands stroked and kneaded her back and behind. When his thumb trailed her slick moisture into the cleft between her b.u.t.tocks and pressed against her a.n.u.s, she pushed back hard and reared up with a shriek of ecstasy. Still thrusting, Bleddyn arched over her back, cupped both b.r.e.a.s.t.s and squeezed her aching nipples.

Moaning with pleasure, Meredythe collapsed onto the pillow once more. Bleddyn clasped her hips once again to steady her. Then he bent over her back and trailed his tongue along her backbone. He kissed the back of her neck then lightly nipped her shoulder.

Burying his face in her neck, he groaned, "Now, love, now."

He slipped his hand around her waist, back between her thighs and rubbed her swollen nub.

"Oh G.o.d, yes!"

Throwing back her head, Meredythe ground her hips against Bleddyn as her internal muscles clasped his erection like a vise. He exploded with her and collapsed on her back. Meredythe sank onto the soft bedspread, Bleddyn still buried within her.

Slowly, Bleddyn's labored breathing eased. He slipped himself out of Meredythe and rolled off her back, pulling her with him after disposing of the condom and tucking her against his side. She snuggled closer.

Sighing with contentment, he gazed up at the moon. What he had just shared with Meredythe was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. She'd been wild and pa.s.sionate in his arms. The G.o.ddess had truly blessed him.

She sighed against his chest. Gently, he pushed the hair away from her face. "I'm sorry."

She tilted her head and looked up. Her expression was puzzled. "Why?"

He caressed her cheek and lips with his thumb. "I was too...rough. Considering it was your first time, I should have been more careful. I'm sorry."

She pushed herself up. "First time? What are you talking about?"

"You were a virgin."

Obviously shocked, she stared then stated, "You have got to be kidding. It's the twenty-first century. I haven't been a virgin since college."

Bleddyn's stomach roiled as he stared at her. Not a virgin. That couldn't be true. She' d been so tight when he entered her. Pulling her into his arms, he rolled off the bed. The bedspread was rumpled but unstained. No blood.

He looked down at her. She snuggled against his chest and swirled her fingers into his chest hair.

His voice was a whisper. "What have you done?"

Meredythe stopped teasing his nipple and looked up. "What do you mean? I haven'

t done anything." She smiled. "Well, I did do a few things, but it seemed like you enjoyed them."

He dropped his arm from under her legs and set her on her feet. Grasping her upper arms, he stared into her face.

"Christ, Meredythe, you were supposed to be a virgin."

She stiffened. "I beg your pardon?"

Anger appeared on Bleddyn's face. "You had to be a virgin for me."

She jerked herself free of his hold. "Well, I beg your pardon!" she spat again. "If only I had known that the high and mighty Dr. Bleddyn Glyndwr planned to have s.e.x with me someday, I would have saved myself for you. You f.u.c.king jacka.s.s. I didn't even know you existed until a month ago. What was I supposed to do, ignore other men?"

"Yes," he snarled. "You belong to me."

A deep flush rose to her face. "Like h.e.l.l, s.h.i.+thead. I don't belong to any man, not now, not ever."

Fists clenched, Bleddyn took one step toward her. She didn't back away.

Lifting her chin, she challenged him. "What are you going to do? Turn into a werewolf and bite me?"

He stiffened. Slowly, he unclenched his fists. "You little fool. You've condemned me to a life of torment." Spinning away from her, he headed for the door.

She fisted her hands on her hips. "Life of torment? What the h.e.l.l is that supposed to mean?"

He didn't answer. He jerked the door open to be met by Keri's questioning whine.

"Get out of my way, Mother."

Black and gray mists swirled and Bleddyn disappeared.

Chapter Fifteen.

Meredythe gawked at Keri. "Mother. You're his mother?"

Keri looked back at Methuselah. Why is everyone so surprised when they discover Bleddyn has a mother?

Knees buckling, Meredythe sank onto the bed. Bleddyn's mother was a wolf-a talking wolf.

Methuselah trotted past Keri toward Meredythe. No one can believe you're his mother because he's so recalcitrant and you're so pleasant.

Meredythe jerked her attention to Methuselah. He could talk too? "You can talk too, Methuselah? You can both talk?"

Methuselah paused in midstride and looked back at Keri. She shouldn't be able to hear us, should she? That isn't supposed to be a side effect of the ceremony, is it?

Keri sat on her haunches. If it was possible for a wolf to look puzzled, she did. I don't know. I didn't think it was.

Methuselah sat and wrapped his furry tail around his forepaws. Are there any precedents? Or could it be something unique about Meredythe herself?

Precedents, no. Meredythe... I don't know. You've known her longer than I have. Have you ever noticed anything unusual about her?

Shocked, Meredythe's gaze swung back and forth between the wolf and cat. They were talking-really talking-about her as if she weren't even there.

"Hey. Animals. I'm right here. Precedents for what? What ceremony? Would somebody please tell me what the h.e.l.l is going on!"

Keri rose to her feet. We may as well take her to Rhys. He'll want to know why Bleddyn left too.

Her emotions already roiling from Bleddyn's lovemaking and subsequent accusations of infidelity brought Meredythe's anger to a crest. "Stop talking about me as if I weren't here!"

Methuselah turned his green gaze toward her. Put some clothes on, Meredythe. Rhys will be able to answer your questions better than either of us.

She stomped her foot. "Who the h.e.l.l is Rhys?"

The wolf stretched. Just put some clothing on, dear. Unless you'd rather walk around naked? I'm sure Rhys won't mind.

Throwing up her hands, Meredythe spun away from the animals and looked for something to wear. "I have to be dreaming. No way can all this really be happening." She grimaced at the torn slip lying on the floor. No way would she wear that even if it were in one piece. Glancing to her left, she spied a pair of Bleddyn's sweatpants and a t-s.h.i.+rt lying on a chair.

Put something on your feet, dear. The floors are cold, Keri added.

Muttering to herself about needing psychiatric help, Meredythe searched first one drawer then a second. She grabbed a pair of thick soaks and shoved her feet into them.

Settling her hands on her hips, she glared at the cat and the wolf. "Now what?"

Fluffy tail lifted high, Methuselah sauntered toward the door. This way.

Grumbling under her breath, Meredythe followed him, Keri trailing along behind.

Once in the hallway, Methuselah turned left and headed into the darkness. His claws clicking against the hardwood floor was the only sound Meredythe heard.

Stumbling, she cursed under her breath. Great. Now she was being led off to who knows where, in the dark.

Keri b.u.mped against Meredythe's side. Put your hand on my shoulder. We'll be coming to a stairway soon and I don't want you to fall.

Meredythe grabbed a handful of fur. "Stairway. Just where are we going? A crypt?"

Laughter tickled her mind and she faltered in surprise. Wolves could laugh?

Careful, we've reached the stairs.

Taking a deep breath, Meredythe slid her foot forward until she b.u.mped a stone step. The stairway went up, not down.

"At least you aren't dragging me into someone's grave."

Again Keri's laughter echoed in her mind.

Slowly, they progressed upward.

"Doesn't anybody here believe in lights?" Meredythe grumbled as she stubbed her toe against a step. "I could go faster if I could see where I was going."

Beside her, the wolf climbed effortlessly. Rhys likes to keep his presence here a secret.

Meredythe s.h.i.+vered. The cold was seeping through the thick socks she was wearing.

"Does Bleddyn know there's a strange man living in his house?"

Bleddyn knows about everything that goes on in his house. Watch your step. We're at the landing.

Two more steps and Meredythe was again walking on a wooden floor. Faint light glimmered through cracks in the door on the other side of the landing. Methuselah sat before it, his tail las.h.i.+ng back and forth.

He said to go away. He's busy.

A low growl rumbled in the wolf's throat. Busy? I think not!

Placing herself squarely in front of the door, the wolf opened her mouth and howled. Meredythe clapped her hands over her ears as the howl echoed around the stone walls that encircled the landing.

Father, either you open this door right now or I will blow it down!

The door was jerked open and the bearded man she had met in her boss's office stood staring at Meredythe.

"If you must come in, come in," he rumbled. Then he turned and disappeared back into the room.

Meredythe gaped at the wolf. "Father? He's your father! But you're Bleddyn's mother."

That's right, dear. Rhys is Bleddyn's grandfather. What's so hard to understand about that?

Since she still had a handful of fur, Meredythe was dragged into the room.

Rhys was standing next to a table, staring at her. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be downstairs with Bleddyn?"

Meredythe's brain was reeling. Bleddyn was a werewolf. Keri, a wolf, was his mother. Okay, that made sense, sort of. But a human was Keri's father, Bleddyn's grandfather. She sank into a beat-up leather chair. "I need a drink. No, I need a couple of drinks."

Methuselah jumped up into her lap and began to purr.

Keri stretched out on the rug before the fire. Get her some of your special stock, Father. She needs it.

Mumbling under his breath, Rhys removed a dusty bottle from a shelf and splashed some of the amber liquid into a gla.s.s. Stepping across the room, he handed it to Meredythe.