Banished (Paperback)

Scottish Highlands – The Dark Ages


Chloe watched the once powerful druid from the trees. His arms flexed with every axe stroke against the wood. His chest, chiseled like that of the god Heracles, was of perfect proportion and shone with perspiration. Chloe bit her lip, wanting to lick every drop from his body. To taste his skin and the essence that made him who he was.
His trews sat low on his hips. The toned, flat muscle formed a vee that pointed toward the one spot she craved the most. She squirmed as liquid heat pooled at her core from imagining those strong hands lifting her up so he could impale her with his cock. Chloe almost moaned as the image of his strong hands clasping her and pulling her onto him bombarded her mind.
She wanted him.
She ran her hand down toward her sex and touched herself. Closing her eyes, she imagined him playing her body to the tune they both would enjoy. His fingers were long and held the axe handle with ease. Chloe wanted him to slide his touch against her aching flesh and delve between her folds.
Never before had she seen such a beautiful specimen of human masculinity and never had she wanted a man as much as she did right at this moment. That he was a druid and, therefore forbidden, only made him even more tempting. But she liked breaking the rules. Especially when it meant she would spend time writhing in pleasure under the powerful druid before her. It made any punishment her father could bestow trivial. After all, how angry could her parent become? She was only having fun.
Looking down at her gown of white and gold braided silk, she ran her hands over the material, ensuring all was perfect, like herself, before stepping toward the clearing. He would not have seen her or sensed her; she had ensured her glamor, to remain unseen, was well in place. If the Druid had looked, he would have viewed only the trees and cotton-grass swaying in the wind and nothing more.
Walking toward him, Chloe allowed herself to be seen and willed him to look at her. Needed him to notice her presence. His gaze, first wary, soon turned to heated desire, heat so hot that even in the cool highland wind she was warm.
She smiled. “Hello, druid,” she said, her voice like a cat’s purr, a tone she used often when she wished to seduce a man. Chloe devoured his form as her nearness allowed her to see things she had missed from afar. Like the little scars over his chiseled chin, a large slash across his chest.
The wind picked up and Chloe caught the scent of the druid’s masculine odor and something else. Something tangy, yet sweet.
His desire ...
She ran a hand down his chest before flattening it against his stomach. Muscle quivered under her touch, and still he did not speak. But there was no need. His heightened breathing and manhood, now straining against his trews, told Chloe he welcomed her. She purred and clasped his cock before meeting his gaze.
She liked men of this era; rough and hardly controlled emotionally. All these traits made Chloe a happy goddess. They were hard, ruthless, their only goal survival in this dark time. The dissatisfaction of sleeping with men far into the future told her where her desires lay. The modern men in their evolution were tame house cats in bed compared to the wolfhound she knew this druid would be.
She licked her lips, couldn’t wait to taste him and hear his growl.
Cian McKay swallowed ... hard. The beautiful maiden walked toward him, her gown billowing behind her, allowing him to see every delicious, perfectly proportioned curve hidden beneath the folds. Hair the color of warm, vibrant brown cascaded about her shoulders, just veiling the swell of her voluptuous breast. Eyes of the brightest green stared at him with unmasked desire.
His heart accelerated as her hand grazed down his chest. Who was she? Was she a lewd hallucination he had conjured up in his isolation? Her gaze raked him and spoke of endless nights of pleasure.
Yet the window to her soul also reflected an eternity of wisdom as old as the world itself. Caution that the woman before him was not what she seemed made him step back. “Who are you?”
She smiled and his heart thumped hard.
“Chloe. Goddess of Mt Olympus and eldest daughter of Zeus.” Her eyes flickered with an unearthly light. “Are you afraid of me, druid? I only want to play.”
Cian reeled back. His mind refused to believe a woman of divine birth was before him. What did she need from him? Yes, he was once a druid, but a druid who served himself and no other. And not for many years had he sought the teachings of his forefathers. He raked a hand through his hair, watched as her eyes flickered and glowed, her attention never wavering.
“What is it you want?” he asked, clasping his axe handle as if such a weapon could keep her at bay.
“You.”
“You can’t have me,” he answered looking around the glade for any more of her kind.
She chuckled as she continued to stroke his engorged dick while kissing his chest with a longing that confused him. She desired him.
“I can have anyone. Even you, druid.”
Cian tore away from temptation incarnate. He couldn’t lie with a goddess. Not only was it forbidden, but she was the supposed daughter of a most powerful divine being. Touch her once and he would be lucky to live out the rest of his life as a toad. He spun away and walked toward his hut, steeling his back to continue the path away from her.
Cian ignored her laugh, a tinkling sound that echoed all around him, before entering his home. He stopped. There before him she sat, perched on his wooden workbench ... naked. His mouth dried and his body swelled. What was she doing? Did she have some sort of death wish? Zeus may sleep with mortal women but Cian doubted he would tolerate his daughter sampling the pleasures of human flesh. Especially druid, human flesh.
Chloe tipped her head to one side, a look of amusement crossing her visage. “You believe I have a death wish, druid. Perhaps I do.”
Cian stumbled and fell against a stool. She had read his mind? He fought to clear it of any thoughts. One particular thought—of her laying beneath him, his cock buried deep in her heat, her breasts at his lips’ mercy. With his thoughts, he could almost taste her. Smell her clean scent that would seduce any man alive.
“Your imagining intrigues me, druid. Did you not just intend to clear your mind of such thoughts? Instead I find it busy and full of naughty ideas.” She lifted her leg and placed her foot upon a stool. His mouth watered at the sight of her sweet heat, wet and willing spread before him like a platter of forbidden fruit. Fruit that he wanted to devour no matter how dangerous.
“Do you still refuse me, druid?”
Cian tore his eyes from her sex, completely devoid of hair. His gaze traveled up her body, past her flat stomach, breasts perfect for a man’s hands, her slender neck and divine features. He watched her red lips quirk into a smile. His body hummed for her.
And he would take her.
“No.”
Chloe gasped as he strode toward her. He clasped her face and took her mouth in a searing kiss. His insistent tongue thrust between her welcoming lips, and she suckled it eliciting a moan from the druid. He was all hard muscle and smelled of sex. Her hands traveled down his back, slippery with sweat from his work and the heat of his desire.
Chloe rested her hand on his trews before she untied the laces at the front and freed his cock. He murmured his delight as his member sprang free into her waiting palm. Unable to wait, she guided it into her wet heat. An overwhelming need for release assailed her and she clawed at his back, urging him to thrust harder, deeper inside. His grip on her hips was hard, almost painful against her flesh, yet he did not relent. And nor did she wish him to as he endlessly sought to bring her pleasure.
“Come for me,” he hissed against her ear.
Clasping his jaw, Chloe feathered kisses down his throat to lick his sweat from the V on his neck. She had wanted to fuck him for so long; it seemed a waste to rush things now. “Not yet.”
“I can’t.” He gasped. “Ach lass.”
Chloe purred knowing she had made the chaste druid melt like butter in her hands. One thought of his bed, and within a second she found herself upon his woolen and fur lined quilts. She kissed away his shock before rolling him over and straddling him. Clasping his hands, she placed them against her breasts as she undulated against his manhood.
A slow hot burn started to ignite inside. Her breathing hitched as the endless torture of riding him became too much. Pleasure unlike any she had ever known shattered throughout her body. This druid was everything she had hoped for and more.
Chloe laughed before Cian flipped her onto her back and pushed hard and deep inside. She climaxed again not having expected what his actions could do to her still. He moaned as his own release followed.
“You have gone beyond all expectation.”
He looked into her eyes and held her gaze. “Have I?” he said.
Chloe smiled. “Can I come again?”
Cian swelled hard at her words and pushed into her slick, wet heat. “You may come as many times as you like.”
Chloe looked into his eyes, eyes which like her own, held many secrets. Her biggest secret was her lust for this human, a man she had longed for, for too many years. A lust that should never have been acted upon. She could never let him go now.
“I think you may be the end of me, druid,” she said truthfully. Never had any man made her wish to stay, to learn to know his way of life. Him.
“Never the end, lass, only the beginning,” he replied.
“We shall see.” Chloe wrapped her legs about his hips and grinned. We shall see ...