Brigid Kawsantower travels to Ireland with her husband, Gabe, unaware of the true reason for their trip--or her true identity--until she comes to the little town of Carrigclarseach. There she learns of the Terrans, a clandestine group of supernatural beings who struggle to keep the earth in balance.
Brigid is a Terran Water and Fire Keeper--and the daughter of Dagda, a powerful Water Keeper, and at one time the leader of the Terrans of ancient Eire. Retreating before invading forces, he concealed Brigid's spirit until the day when her help is needed to defeat Nimhnach, a maniacal Destroyer, who seeks to gain eternal life and world domination. Can Brigid believe enough in her newfound powers to fulfill her destiny?
Gabe is a Terran Protector with a secret--can he protect Brigid from Nimhnach's plans and his own dark desires?
Irish archeologist, Ethan Clark, is a Terran Singer and Air Keeper. Ages ago he was Dagda's harper and right-hand man. And ages ago, Ethan was Brigid's lover. Should he try to regain her love?
Now they all must work together to vanquish Nimhnach before he unleashes a terror that will enslave the world and destroy Brigid's loves--past, present ... and future.
Gabe held Brigid as she twisted within his arms. Her restlessness diminished and her movements took on a different rhythm as if she were being fucked. He rolled away from her. Let her dream of her unknown lover without him. He’d seek solace in his own visions.
He willed himself to sleep.
* * * *
A week after the wedding, Gabe leaned against the carved wooden headboard and watched Bridge undress, not the least shy of him. But she had always been like that with him. Even their first night together. The soft glow from the fire in the hearth cast a golden light around her.
He could easily see how early humans believed that Terran females were goddesses if they looked like Brigid. The soft glow from the fire in the hearth cast a golden light around her. Her blonde hair floated to her waist. Her blue eyes were like the sky and her figure... A waist small enough to span with his hands. Long, long legs muscled just enough from the dance and martial arts she enjoyed so much. Her arms were powerful from all the swimming competitions in which she participated. He wondered if her Element might be Water; she certainly appeared at home in it. They made love in the shower almost as often as in their bed.
This glorious woman moving toward him with a sexy roll of her hips was his. He loved her so much he knew he’d die if anything should happen to her.
He poured a glass of champagne and sipped it while she strutted over to him.
She stopped and cupped her breasts. “Like what you see...big boy?”
He sputtered, the bubbly fluid spattering his body. And that was another reason he loved her.
She made him laugh.
He set aside his glass on the night table and patted the mattress.
“C’mere, you little tease and I’ll show you how much I like what I see.”
She grinned and took a flying leap into his arms and they tumbled backward onto the bed.
She sat astride him. “I have you at my mercy.”
For the first time, he exerted just a little of his Protector strength and flipped her over on her back. He twined his fingers with hers and brought them above her head.
“Sorry, seems I have you at my mercy, babe.”
She wet her lips. “And are you going to punish me?”
He nodded. “I’m going to make you scream--every time you come.”
“Then do it.”
He lifted her hips and plunged into her creamy pussy. He knew she was ready for him. She always was. He thrust deep and her inner muscles clamped around his dick. She wrapped her legs around his hips and moved against him. His hands pulled and twisted her tender nipples. She whimpered and he pinched just a bit harder. She gasped and her eyes flew open.
He smiled. “Did you like it?”
“I...yeah, I did.”
He moved faster now. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she matched his rhythm. They slid lower and gripped his ass, squeezing his lean muscles.
“Naughty girl. Be good and behave or I won’t let you have your stick of candy afterward.”
She grinned as she answered him. “I’m always good and I never behave.”
“Thank God for that!”
And he plunged hard, holding still for a moment as he felt that little shudder within her body that told him she was close to climaxing.
“And he broke, his cum shooting into her welcoming core. After that, he was a madman. The dream Gabe took over where the real Gabe left off.
And he knew he was dreaming. He had to be. He had never...
He took her in so many ways he lost count. And his cock never tired. He continued his need for mastery and tied her hands to the headboard. He blindfolded her and flipped her over on her belly and took her from the rear. He slapped her creamy white behind until it was flaming.
And she loved it.
And begged for more.
And he knew if he gave her what she wanted, he’d hurt her. Badly.
And he wanted to. It was why he hadn’t many lovers before her. If he ever lost control of his need for dominance... He was a Protector with a Protector’s strength. It was why he had been so ashamed of what he had done at the campsite.
But the dream Brigid wanted it. Was begging for it. He could hear her pleading for him to fuck her hard. To smack her bottom.
He raised his hand...
And woke up in a sweat.