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visiting a realm, yet she
had let her own confidence hinder her.
    With an arm slung across her forehead and the
other creasing her skirt, Ahryn found her mind wandering to Lugus.
She had bluffed her way into his cottage. All she remembered was
the whispers that he had been expelled from the Realm of the Fae
again. Again. That still baffled her. Once a Fae was expelled, he
was never allowed to return. So, how had he managed to return? And
just what had he done to be expelled from the realm a second
time?
    Could he have something to do with the entire
imprisonment of the Fae realm?
    She had seen his face as she spoke of the
destruction of the Death Dragons. Was it the pain of knowing the
city he had been born and raised in had nearly been destroyed? Or
was it the pain of someone who had been responsible?
    Her mind raced with possibilities. Lugus
might be a man who liked his privacy, but he hadn’t turned her out.
Her instincts had never led her astray before, and she refused to
believe they had done so now.
    She closed her eyes and envisioned Lugus as
he had been earlier--shirtless and sweaty as he pounded his hammer
into the metal, working it into a shape only he himself saw as his
muscles flexed and glistened in the fire’s glow.
    Had it been any other situation, she would
have laughed at finally finding a man that interested her.
    She sat up and ran her finger over the hated
bracelet. Lugus had tried every tool he had to unlock the bracelet
and nothing short of cutting her hand off would free her. If she
wasn’t such a coward, she would cut it off.
    The rhythmic pounding of Lugus’ hammer lulled
her. She laid down and soon found her lids growing heavy.
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    His body was on fire. His need was so fierce
it consumed him. He needed to taste her, feel her silken flesh
beneath his hands. Her pale hair cascaded around him as she moved
to straddle his hips.
    Lugus nearly spilled his seed right then.
How many nights had he dreamed of having her as she was now? How
many days had he plotted to have her as his own? Now she was
finally his.
    And he would claim her.
    He fisted his hands in her long hair and
brought her face closer to his. He wanted to look into her eyes as
he plunged his rod deep inside of her.
    Her soft breasts pressed against his chest
and she moaned softly as she moved her hips against his hardness.
Lugus silently cursed. He had waited too long and planned too well
for anything to go wrong now. He had to stay in control.
    He raised his eyes and stared into her Druid
green eyes as he moved his hips until the tip of him entered her.
She was hot and slick and he easily slid into her tight sheath.
    Elation poured through him to finally claim
Moira as his own. He closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of her
around him. He began to move inside of her, pumping faster, harder.
He felt her clench around him as she screamed his name. Still he
thrust within her until he felt his own climax building.
    His hands roamed down her sleek back to her
narrow waist. He opened his eyes for he wanted to stare into her
beautiful green eyes as he reached his own orgasm. Just as he was
about to spill his seed he found himself staring into mystical blue
eyes.
    Fae eyes.
     
    Lugus came awake with a start. With his heart
racing and his breathing ragged, he glanced around his forge. The
dream had been so real he could still feel and taste Moira. And it
had been Moira, at least to start with, but there was no denying
the face at the end had been Ahryn.
    It had to be because she was in his home and
he had tried to contact Theron. At least that’s what he told
himself.
    The fire still blazed in the forge, which
meant he had slept for only moments instead of hours. He rose and
walked to the small window in the forge and opened the shutters.
The rain still came down in a vicious pour, but the lightening had
moved on, though he could still hear the rumble of thunder over the
rain.
    It was only hours from dawn. Lugus knew he
would get