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Niall was in the kitchen preparing dinner for Felicity. His servant had brought him the fresh mussels he’d requested and set everything up for his date before she headed home. But when he’d questioned her about Caitlin, she couldn’t understand why her niece was suspicious of Michael or had mentioned his marriage to Kelly. Indeed, everyone on the island knew of their separation. His stallion had grown suspicious of his servant’s niece too, but he didn’t have time to think about it. Felicity would be there soon.
In fact, just as he was putting a pot of water on the stove, there was a knock on the cottage door. Niall opened it, and his eyes swept over Felicity from head to foot. She truly was lovely, and he adored everything about her. A pair of dark jeans outlined her generous hips, and she wore a black top that dipped into a deep V, revealing her cleavage. He couldn’t help noticing her large breasts with the shirt she had on. It made his stallion want to bed her. Felicity’s face was flushed, and he could tell she felt the sparks flying between them, too.
“Hi,” she said with a shy smile.
His stallion could barely be contained.
“Hi, beautiful.”
She shrugged. “Uhhh, thanks.”
“Believe me, you are beautiful.”
“If you say so,” Felicity said as she stepped into the foyer.
“I do say so. The way you smile, the way you look, the way you are is why I want you to be my mate.”
“Niall...”
“Shhh, love. I know you’re not ready to accept what I have to offer. Enjoy the moment, a good meal, and being with me. Can ye do that?”
Felicity smiled. “I think so.”
“Good. Would you like a glass of wine?” he asked over his shoulder as he headed for the kitchen.
“That’d be grand.”
“White or red? I bought both because I didn’t know what you’d like.”
“White.”
She’d followed him into the kitchen and perched on a stool in front of the breakfast bar. Felicity was watching him pour the wine. He could sense her swirling emotions—a mix of jangled nerves, arousal, and something else his stallion couldn’t quite define. Niall placed the wine in front of her.
She took a slow sip. “This is good. Can I help you with anything?”
His servant had set the table with fresh flowers and dinnerware while he’d showered earlier. There was nothing left to do, but he didn’t want her lifting a finger even if there was. This was his treat.
“Dinner is almost ready. The only thing you need to do is relax,” he said with a smile.
Felicity looked down at her wine. “Easy for you to say. You’re so...and I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”
“I wasn’t ready either. I never expected to find you. I want you, but it’s not easy...not at all. You think there was nothing to it when I told you who and what I am?”
She searched his eyes, but didn’t say anything.
“It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but in the end, I realized my only regret would be the chance I didn’t take. Revealing my stallion to you is a risk. But I could only know if you’d accept me if you saw me as I truly am,” Niall said.
Her breathing hitched. Something a human wouldn’t notice, but his stallion sure did.
“I do accept you, Niall.”
Felicity lowered herself from the barstool slowly and made her way around the breakfast nook. The water was boiling on the stove, and she reached for the knob and turned the burner off. They stood only a few feet apart.
“What are ye doing?”
“I don’t want dinner.”
His stallion could smell exactly what she wanted. His voice grew thick with desire. “What do you want then?”
“You.”
A cold shiver slid up his spine, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. Her rich hazel eyes stared into his. He lifted her up, grabbing her under her thighs to carry her. She wrapped both legs around his waist as he headed for the bedroom. Not going to make it. His stallion needed her. He stopped in the foyer without warning and placed her on her feet, pushing until her back made contact with the stone wall.
Felicity grabbed the edge of her shirt and tugged it over her head. She flung it across the foyer, and it hung haphazardly from the intercommunication portal’s driftwood frame.
He grinned. “Nice shot.”
“Now you...”
He was already pulling the t-shirt over his head. “Yes, my lady.”
“I could get used to that,” she murmured and then licked her lips.
She unfastened the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down, pushing at his pants and boxers until they were around his ankles, all in one fluid motion.
Niall considered unhooking her bra, but his stallion needed her too badly to waste time on non-essential garments. He followed her lead and undid her jeans. He shoved them down and then pinned them to the floor with his foot so she could step out of them, then he kicked them out of his way.
His body held hers to the wall. She inhaled sharply as his lips slid across her jawline. He dropped his head, kissing down her neck, across her bra strap, and to the curve of her shoulder.
Niall reached down, grasped both of her wrists with one hand, and stretched them above her head. His mouth crashed down on hers, his tongue parting her lips and tangling with her tongue in a deep, impatient kiss.
He could feel his erection growing against the thin material of her underwear. She hissed in another sharp breath as his fingers grazed her clit through them. She struggled to catch her breath as he flicked his thumb across her most sensitive area.
“Oh, my God, Niall...” she panted.
His chest rumbled with a low chuckle. He loved how his name sounded—breathy and desperate. His hand slid under the side of her underwear to explore the delicate skin beneath.
“What do you want?” he teased. He bent his head and kissed her neck as he continued stroking her clit. “Do you want this?”
She could do no more than nod her head. She closed her eyes. Her honey-blonde hair tickled across his skin as he lowered his head once more and pressed his lips to the hollow part of her neck. Her eyes flew open as he pushed a finger inside her. His finger probed deeper, gliding along her G-spot.
“Oh, God. Please, Niall,” she begged.
His teeth scraped along the skin at her neck, but he withdrew his finger and then cupped her generous backside. Her legs wrapped around his waist. She tilted her head sideways, and he shifted for a better angle at her neck. Niall trailed kisses along the graceful slope, and then nibbled at her earlobe. He lifted his head. Her hazel eyes had darkened with desire. They stared into his with an intensity that trapped him; but at the same time, he never wanted to escape. She was forever his.
Forever his mate.
His mouth crushed down on hers. He released her wrists and used only his hips to pinion her to the wall. His hands captured her bra and released each breast over the top of its lacy confines. He tweaked her nipples, and she let out a moan. His stallion desperately hungered to be inside of her, and her raw hunger reflected his own. He could hold his inner stallion back no longer. He was consumed by the wild, untameable beast.
One hand slid down to her waist, pushing between their heated bodies. The world tilted as he struggled to maintain his bearings and keep from shifting into his stallion form.
Niall sucked in deep, calming breaths and barely managed to keep his stallion in check. He’d die before hurting her. His hands were around the backs of her upper thighs, but he lifted her higher so that he pressed against her panties.
Then he pushed the fabric to the side and buried himself inside her. She was so aroused that he slid in with no resistance. She whimpered.
He thought he’d surely burst. He made no effort to move, letting her adjust to his size. She brushed her fingertips up his chest and around his neck, and he shivered.
Felicity thrust her hips forward, making him groan. When her nails scraped the skin on his back, he let go of his restraint.
Wild, uncontrolled mating. He needed it now—and so did she. His stallion sensed her desire for him to move his hips. It wasn’t telepathy so much as his stallion cueing into her emotions. The need to mindlessly mate devoured them both.
He moved her legs even higher, allowing him deeper access. Her fingernails dug into his flesh, urging him on. His control slipped even farther as he plunged in and out, faster and faster, until he exploded and her body contracted around his length. His body went rigid with the heat of their mutual climax, igniting rippling shockwaves so powerful they were both trembling. He slammed her to the wall with the next thrust, and their mouths met in a demanding kiss. His hand slid from her thigh to slap against the stone wall for support. He broke the kiss and buried his head in her shoulder, thrusting upward one last time.
Her heavy breathing slowly brought him back to himself. She was gripping his shoulders to steady herself. They were both panting and their hearts were hammering against their chests. His stallion could hear hers going like a trip hammer. She dropped her legs back to the ground. His other hand slid from her thigh and he placed it on the wall so he could gently lever himself away from her.
It was then that he heard the most awful sound intruding on their intimate moment. His father’s voice filled his ears. Fallon was calling his name. Niall looked over his shoulder. Fallon was peeking around the edge of Felicity’s shirt, which (thankfully) concealed much of the portal.
“Ah, fuck.”
Felicity gasped and pulled her bra over her breasts, but he was pretty sure modesty was a moot point.
