Aimnéise Place of Pendants 2
Chapter Thirty Five

Chapter Thirty Five

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We turned to see Mario and Fiora sitting by the stream talking before we headed into the trees. We were leaving the three horses for them. They still had plenty of supplies to see them to their destination. I had no reservations about leaving them, they had enough money to set themselves up in a new business and a new life.

We moved further into the trees so they couldn’t see us. Huddled together Conall said the words to transport us home with his arm wrapped around my waist. Dougall’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, both of them holding me tight making sure I was going with them. A little over protective maybe? Hey, I wasn’t complaining.

We landed in the kitchen at the farm scaring Ula so much she dropped the cup she was holding. It smashed against the floor as she screamed, then pounced on me in a bear hug.

“Morgan.” She screamed again kissing my face. Damn I had missed this woman.

Sloane came running in from the back door sounding like a bull with the pounding of his boots on the floor. He rushed over pulling me out of Ula’s grasp to lift me, swinging me around in another bear hug. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was sore from the lashes, it felt bloody good.

“Lass we have missed ye so.” He set me down but kept a hand on my shoulder as if he too was afraid I would disappear again.

Conall huffed and pulled me away wrapping his arms around me from the back. Yep my possessive husband was back, or actually I was the one that had returned. Ula stood in front of me her hands on the sides of my face as she kissed me on the forehead and cheek.

“Are you alright, love?”

Conall whispered in my ear. “Let Ula take a look at yer welts.

Ula’s eyes went wide her face looking horrified. “What fucking welts?” She grasped my arm and without another word dragged me out of Conall’s arms and up the stairs to her bedroom.

“Let me see.” She demanded hands on her hips and a look that brooked no argument.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Ok but they are fine, they will heal.” She raised an eyebrow.

I lifted my top to her gasp, tears slipping from her eyes. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Oh love, what did they do to you? Right, off with them clothes, right now.” She went into her bathroom and got a bath started. “I’ll be right back with my herbs.”

When she returned poured her concoction into the bath water. I took a deep breath. Oh, how I had missed this scent. Closing my eyes breathing deeply to take every element of it into my lungs. Heather, lavender, meadowsweet, and others. I had no idea what they were, the scent though was heavenly.

She helped me into the bath, to more of her gasps when she saw the rest of the welts, across my stomach, legs and thighs. They stung like the bejesus as they hit the hot water easing my body down slowly, still hanging onto her arm.

“Love did Conall kill the bastard that did this?” The fury in her eyes was unmistakable. If I said he didn’t she would want to travel back in time and kill him herself.

“He did, then he cut off his head.” Her face eased becoming somber. “He got what he deserved.” I didn’t want to think of Ronaldo anymore. I was home with my family.

“Go easy love.” She cooed. Once I was seated I let go of her arm. The welts hurt but I didn’t want to be anywhere else at this moment in time. “Stay in the bath while I make you some tea.”

“Oh, not the bitter one.” I moaned.

“Morgan. I will put extra honey in it for you. It will help you heal faster.” I stretched full body length in the water. This was paradise, painful but still paradise. The scent of the water and the heat overwhelmed my aches and pains slowly easing the stinging.

Closing my eyes my mind flashed with thoughts of Milan, of Leonardo and Solai. Suddenly disturbed by my husband’s lips gently touching mine. I didn’t hear him come into the room.

“Feel better?” Came his husky voice. Oh, how I had missed the sound of him.

“Much.” I smiled opening my eyes to his beautiful face.

He kissed me again, his lips soft. He deepened the kiss running his tongue against my teeth wanting entry. I opened for him so he could slip his tongue in dancing with mine.

One hand behind my head and one against the side of my face he dove deeper into my mouth.

“Jesus Conall, could you not wait?” Ula shrieked behind us.

I laughed as Conall lifted his head and turned towards her. “No, I no can wait. I have waited long enough to kiss my wife.” He snapped at her.

Her face softened. “Let her have her bath and tea first love, then she is all yours.”

“Aye.” He grumbled getting to his feet. “When ye have finished with her, she is all mine.”

“Oh, yours, am I?” I said with a giggle.

Conall turned to me with a look of sincerity. “Aye lass, ye are, body, mind, heart and soul. Mine! Mine! Mine!” He winked at me and left the bathroom. Shouting down the stairs as he went. “Mine, mine, mine.”

Ula chuckled handing me the cup of nasty tea. “That man certainly loves you.”

“I know. Just like Sloane loves you.”

She smiled. “That he does child, that he does.”

I took a sip of the tea. “Blah, yuck.” Ula laughed.

She sat on the side of the tub while I told her about everything that had happened since I disappeared from the Callanish stones. My loss of memory, my time with Leonardo and Solai, the gypsies and Ronaldo.

I watched my aunts face change from sad to confusion, to tears staining her cheeks, but there was no mistaking her love for me. I’m so happy to be back home. “I missed you so much.”

She moved closer running her hand down my face to cup my chin. “And I have missed you too my love, so very much.”

The bath water was starting to cool down and I had finished drinking her nasty, nasty tea, not being any less drinkable with the extra honey. She pulled something from her pocket and slipped a chocolate into my mouth.

“That better?” She smiled.

“Mmmmm.” I nodded with a mouth full of yummy chocolate.

Out of the bath I dried drying myself noticing the welts had significantly lessoned to red lines no longer stinging any more, thank goodness. Aunt left to put the kettle on. I laughed to myself where else would she be but making tea.

I dressed in a pair of jeans and a tee that aunt had left on the bed for me, and let’s not forget a pair of knickers, yep definitely missed those.

It’s funny how you can miss certain clothing. I missed my jeans, but more so, my underwear. Making my way downstairs I could hear Conall and Dougall recounting their story, some of which I hadn’t yet heard.

I stood in the doorway with my arms folded, a smile on my face, feeling relaxed from my bath. They weren’t aware I was standing there. Conall described some clothes that Dougall had worn and how he looked like a turkey ready for the pot. It was only then I realised that he was speaking in Gàidhlig and I could understand every word he was saying.

Why the hell I could understand it now was a mystery, but then I had been able to understand Leonardo and Soldi. They would have spoken some form of Italian. I had also understood Rosa and her husband speaking Romanian. I would have to talk with aunt about that. Conall hadn’t questioned me when I had spoken to Mario in his language.

I suddenly became aware that everyone had stopped talking. Conall’s face slowly turned towards me. His look though, changed from amusement of the story he was recounting to one of half lidded hunger and deviousness. Okay.

“What?” I said innocently with a raise of my brow.

He said not a word getting up slowly from the chair stalking towards me as if I was his prey. I flicked my eyes to Ula, Dougall and Sloane. Dougall looked a little confused, until he caught on to what was happening, chuckled and shook his head.

I backed up a step as Conall got closer, his hooded eyes were on fire. I had missed those beautiful blue eyes.

“Conall.” I warned putting my hands up, damn he looked dangerous as if he was tracking his dinner.

“Conall.” I warned again. “Behave yourself.”

Ula laughed. “There’s no escape Morgan, your all his now.” A smile crept up the corners of Conall’s mouth as if he had just been given the keys to the city.

I backed up another step as Conall took a step closer, a wicked smile now playing his full lips. Even though my body temperature was rising, I shivered.

I turned and ran up the stairs and got as far as mid-way, giggling as his broad arms wrapped around me and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, didn’t he do this once before?

“Conall, put me down, you beast.” I giggled and shouted at him thumping into his back. Not enough to hurt him, not that I could if I tried. He firmly slapped me on the behind as he strode down the stairs and through the kitchen.

“Say goodnight, wife.” He growled. I waved at the laughing threesome sitting at the table.

“Goodnight wife.” I shouted at them to another burst of their laughter.

Conall strode through the mud room, out the back door and down the yard towards the hay house with determined steps.

“Put me down, you…big bully, I can walk.” His answer was another hard slap to my butt.

“Ouch, you are such a beast.” I yelled to another slap. “I’ll be black and blue by the time you have finished.” His chuckle vibrated through my body.

He kicked the door closed with his foot heading straight to the bedroom.

Throwing me on the bed jump on beside me, before slamming his mouth to mine.

My giggles turned to pants as he ravaged my mouth. I’d missed his scent, his skin, the feel of him. I shoved thoughts that if I had never regained my memory would I be here now. If this is a dream I don’t ever want to wake up.

Releasing my lips he laid kisses up the side of my face to my hair line.

“You taste like chocolate. To feel your skin again…I thought I would never...” He moaned and then sniffed my hair. “You smell bonny, like heather in spring.”

My eyes closed heavy with need, the want for him. His lips coming back to mine kissing me long and hard, plunging into my mouth sending jolts of electricity to my breast, thighs, and down to my toes. His body crushed mine. Dragging my fingers over his back dug my nails into his skin letting him know I wanted more of him. Hell, I wanted every square inch of him inside and out.

His lips moved to kiss my cheek, my jaw and down my neck. My hand caressed his chest feeling the solid rhythm of his heart beating as fast as mine.

He suddenly stopped taking hold of my face in his hands his brows furrowed. “Fuck lass, I missed you so much I thought I was ne’er going to find ye, don’t ever leave me again.” His eyes were full of pain, regret and love.

“I missed you too, I don’t want to ever leave you either.” I whispered.

His hand slipped behind my head raising me up to brush his lips over mine hardly touching. Followed by slow kisses along the line of my mouth flicking his tongue at the corners. Holding my breath in expectation, exhilarated at the gentle touches of his lips and tongue. I was drowning in him never wanting to come up for air.

Running his tongue along the seam of my mouth my lips opened for him, he seized my mouth in an urgency of need. I returned his kisses with the same passion and starvation as his fingers stroked my throat his other hand behind my head pulling me harder as his kisses became more demanding. Could this man kiss or what? It was sublime.

Crushing our bodies together he pulled back to both of us gasping for air. Once again his lips descended on my face while tearing my clothes off. Tossing the remnants to the floor not caring for buttons and ties.

I really loved those jeans and there goes my underwear never to be worn again. I didn’t care at this moment, my body was as hot as the lava in a volcano, electrical shocks zapping all the right places. His clothes went the same way mine did in tatters thrown who knows where.

His kisses turned into licks and nips across my face, neck and shoulders.

“I’ve had a bath Conall, you don’t need to give me a second one.” I sighed at the perfect feeling still not quite believing I was home and in my husband’s arms.

He pulled back again to whisper in my ear. “Lass I need more.”

“Oh God so do I.”

He chuckled kissing my neck before raining kisses across my shoulder. Kisses reined lower across my breasts, nipping at my nipples making me jump and gasp, I grabbed his hair heat radiating down my body to my center. A fire burning in my belly as he continued to move lower, tasting, nipping and kissing. Holy smokes I was already on the edge, and he hadn’t even reached where I wanted him to be.

His mouth to my outer thighs had me melting as kisses turned into more gentle nips. It didn’t hurt, if anything it was driving me higher with insatiable need. He moved down to my knees, kissing their backs and lower still to my ankles, feet, taking his torturous time. His hands massaging every inch of my skin. Sucking my toes felt…bloody wonderful then he was on the move back up.

“Conall.” I moaned. I thought my body was going to explode until he reached the apex of my thigh. If my body was hot before now it was a raging inferno. What this man could do with his tongue was carnal, oh so amazing.

“So wet for me.” He growled between my thighs his hands moving beneath my cheeks to lift me up to him.

I didn’t last long not with the sucks, bites and licks. My body jerked as an almighty explosion rocked my already oversensitive skin sending me crashing into orbit with a shattering climax. Quickly moving up pressing his cock to my entrance and without waiting he plunged in deep to the hilt, grasping my hips to my moans.

“Home.” He groaned.

Yes, I was home, with Conall inside me felt like nothing on Earth. “Home.” I groaned back.

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