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Winter’s Requiem, Book 3, Dark Goddess Trilogy, Celtic historical/fantasy
Three different women, one ancient curse…
An ancient curse is revealed, leading Domelch, Brigit and Cailleach into certain danger amid a web of deceit. Can they break the curse and put the shattered pieces of their lives back together?
The darkness and fear of this night grew powerful wings on the back of a sudden thunderstorm. Thunder rumbled, riding the sky on the pounding hooves of a ferocious warhorse. Flashes of lightning cleaved the darkened sky above Dunadd, revealing the glint of a sky warrior’s mighty sword.
Within the surly clouds, Domelch imagined she saw Cailleach’s amber eyes flickering with danger, taunting her. For what I came for, you are not ready yet. From out of the past, Cailleach’s veiled words still haunted her.
Domelch stood outside the dun as wind, rain and lightning lashed out at the towering fortress. Cold rain erupted from the black-bellied clouds, soaking her hair, skin and clothes. The sodden tunic dress clung to her body, weighing her down against the vicious wind. Her skin numbed to the frozen rain. “Leave us be!” she shouted, boldly standing up to the wrathful storm, challenging the forces of nature, and Cailleach.
“Domelch, are ye mad?” Aedan pulled her inside.
Shivering, she clung to Aedan’s warm, dry body. Water dripped from her onto the rushes.
“Ye will catch an ague,” he said, looking down at her with concern. “What were ye thinking, lass?”
“I know Cailleach is out there. The storm has her deathly cold touch.” Her teeth chattered uncontrollably.
“Come, we must get ye warm.” Aedan pulled her up the steps to their bedchamber.
A blazing fire greeted her, the flames reaching out to dry her wet clothes and skin with welcome, fiery arms.
“Off with yer clothes,” he said, standing her near the warming fire.
He helped her undress, pulling a blanket around her nakedness. The warmth and softness of the wool caressed her cold, shivering skin.
“Ye feel colder than a frozen blade.”
The warmth from the fire calmed Domelch’s trembling limbs. She leaned into Aedan, seeking the heat from his body, laying her head against his wide chest. His arms tightened around her in a tender embrace.
Thunder faded away across the hills to a low rumble, the storm gone as fast as it had arrived. It would be just like Cailleach to announce her awakening like that, she thought, snuggling closer to Aedan, nestling her hips against his bulging manhood. With only a blanket covering her naked body and a warm fire to make her body flush, she tingled with amorous delight.
He moved her damp hair away from her neck and kissed her, his warm lips heating her blood with desire. “Are ye feeling playful, my she-cat?” He licked her ear lobe, making her squirm against him. “We have some time before the evening meal.”
“Very much so,” she panted, the heat of her body growing. Something about the storm, the rain and the fire awakened her passion and left her quivering with arousal. Magic stirred the air on this Samhain Eve and filled her with pent up urges. The blanket dropped to the floor in a heap. She turned around to face him.
“This is a welcome surprise,” he whispered in a husky, craving voice.” Desire flickered in his eyes. Aedan’s hands searched out her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples to taut peaks. “Ye are still the most beautiful lass,” he whispered, his voice rough with longing. He picked her up in his strong arms and carried her over to the bed. Her pulse raced in anticipation, thrilled to have the love of such a vigorous male.
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