Tuatha Dé Danann
Macha held his head at the juncture of her legs and shook with need only because she didn’t want this to end soon. This man had seduced her years ago, confidently stating that he could make her see stars using only his mouth.
He’d made good on that claim more times than she could count before she broke off their arrangement when he overstepped his position.
He had to be driving majik through his tongue, the devil.
No human tongue could plunge that deep inside and emit an electric charge.
But then again, he was not human.
That same tongue had convinced her to bring him back into her world.
She arched two feet into the air off the plush lounger and rode her climax into a bath of stars. Energy spiraled around her in arcs of bright light.
His hands were on her breasts, teasing the hard tips and sending her into another wave of orgasms.
Time had no place in this realm.
She couldn’t say if the climax had lasted seconds or hours, but when it was done she slowly floated down and allowed him to enter her.
That had been almost as enjoyable as hearing that Daegan was hunting for Evalle. She loved good news.
Dakkar drew her attention back to him. He had been gifted with beautiful teak skin, dark curly hair and a dick Zeus would envy.
The bounty hunter might have been born this way, but she doubted it. As a mage, he’d gained a lot of skills and gifts, which put him in a position to run herd over an army of other bounty hunters.
But they weren’t Beladors.
Dakkar pumped harder and she enjoyed the feel of him, watching with fascination as he came all on his own. He’d once tried to have her join in his climax, but she’d told him no.
She preferred being a voyeur at this moment.
She didn’t want him to ever think these couplings had deep meaning.
As an immortal, she’d had many lovers over the years. He would one day be replaced by another, but it would not be easy. Dakkar had become her favorite lover of recent times.
He should live another sixty or seventy years. With his majik, he would not age beyond the way he looked right now until his majik gave out.
Dakkar expected her to make him immortal before that time.
He didn’t understand that even if she were to consider keeping him longer, it wasn’t as if she could use a majik wand to accomplish such a change.
While she resided in this realm, she had to abide by a few rules. One had to do with turning anyone immortal. To accomplish such a goal, she’d either have to bring in a god with whom she held favor who would assist her or ... gain access to the river of immortality beneath Treoir Castle.
Finished, Dakkar caught his breath, slid over to the side and propped his head, gazing at her. His eyes held so much sensual interest.
She wished she could care for someone the way he seemed to care for her, but she’d left that woman behind long ago. Today’s Macha had bigger goals than to gain the love of any man.
“What are you thinking, dove?”
Now was the time to smile and seduce him with her charm so that he would continue to find ways to keep her happy. “Just thinking how it would be nice to keep you forever.”
He tried to hide his thrill at that suggestion, but Dakkar’s longing sparked at his favorite topic. “Nothing would make me happier than to be the companion you deserve for the rest of eternity. I would do all in my power to give you anything you desired.”
Eternity with one man? One who was not even a god?
She managed not to shudder at that thought. A few hundred years perhaps.
She’d wanted one male forever, but he’d taught her that to care so deeply had been a dangerous mistake.
Giving him a treat, she said, “I do love the ways you find to make me happy.”
While toying with her hair, Dakkar said, “Like when I took Lorwerth to Atlanta and forced a red dragon into the open?”
That might not be the best thing to remind her of, since he had failed to kill Daegan. “Not the first thing that comes to mind since Daegan still breathes.”
“I know, dove, but I told you it would take time. If you’d gift me the ability to teleport, I could do so much more for you now.”
She refrained from answering.
Dropping his head down, he covered one of her breasts with his mouth. That gifted tongue sent a sizzle of desire to her womb and dragged a gasp from her.
Lifting his head, he eased over the top of her and pushed inside her, ready to go again. “I am your slave in all ways.”
She pointed out, “I have made it simple for you to visit me here. That should be enough.”
His smile faltered and so did his erection.
This would be a poor time for her to smile.
Regardless, she would have if not for needing this man to destroy Daegan, as Maeve should have. That stupid cow had allowed Daegan to live all these years, then Macha’s own Beladors freed him.
Hard for her to decide which one she wanted to hurt more, Maeve or Daegan.
Poor Dakkar waited for some sign of encouragement.
She had the perfect idea. “Kill the dragon and I’ll give you the gift of teleportation.”
He turned hard as a chair leg. “Not to sound ungrateful, but would not the dragon’s death be worth more?”
Well, wasn’t he the confident one? “Such as?”
“We often speak of my becoming immortal,” he said.
She silently corrected him. He often spoke of joining the ranks of gods, but Dakkar could be the very person to accomplish killing Daegan. She didn’t exactly have warriors standing in line who were willing to go after a two-thousand-year-old dragon.
And if Dakkar did succeed, Daegan would be out of the way so that Macha could take control of Treoir again.
She’d never accessed the river of immortality running beneath the castle, simply because King Gruffyn had warned her only a Treoir could summon the river, which remained otherwise invisible. He’d gone on and on about the rules of turning anyone immortal, but she’d glazed over at that point. The fewer immortals around, the better for her.
With access to that river once again in the future, she’d simply hold someone hostage until Brina did her bidding. The one time Macha had seen the river’s powers used, Brina’s father had summoned the river to give Tzader’s father immortality.
Macha had allowed Tzader’s father, upon his death, to pass that immortality to his son. All of that had worked perfectly for Macha’s plans at the time.
This new plan had true potential and Dakkar was overly motivated. Wouldn’t Daegan’s death be fun?
It would also mean snatching him from Maeve’s reach.
Macha cautioned, “If I agree to gift you immortality—”
“And teleportation,” Dakkar interjected, losing points for doing so.
She gave him a withering look and continued, “As I said, if I agree, you must prove you killed him to claim your gift.”
His cunning eyes twinkled with delight. “If I bring you an entire dragon body, what would you do with it?”
Lifting a shoulder in dismissal, she said, “I’d create a hundred pairs of red dragon-skin boots.”
Throwing back his head, he laughed, then brought that mouth back down to her other breast and stoked a new surge of energy racing over her skin.
Yes, she would keep this one as long as she continued to be entertained.
She did appreciate the level of confidence he showed over the idea of destroying a dragon.
Dakkar lifted his head and said, “Every bit of information will help me to serve you better. Tell me again about the time of dragons and King Gruffyn.”
“Not that again.”
“Why not?”
“That was when I ruled Treoir with no interference.” She hated thinking about good times. She preferred only to experience them.
“Come on, dove. Let’s plan your return to Treoir then. When Daegan is gone, no one will ever enter that realm unless you allow it.“
She studied him closely. “You seem very sure of yourself.”
“I am. You should know me well enough by now to realize I have not been idle when I am not with you.”
That sounded as if he already had a plan of action in motion.
What had her arrogant bounty hunter been up to?
Moving his hips to renew her interest in another round of sex, he whispered, “When you take possession of Treoir again, I will be there to help you fill it with your followers and you’ll never need to deal with VIPER, Daegan or humans again.”
He spoke as a peer, which he would never be, but she would allow him to dream for now. What harm could there be in seeing just what he had to offer?