Bridget didn’t want to run. She cocked her scared brow at him, a look she had perfected to be absolute insolence. The warm pressure stoked down her cheek, and her throat, making a small gasp slip from her lips.
“This...isn’t going to stop me thinking about sex,” she stammered. “Your family...”
“Aren’t going to be anywhere near this library for hours,” Bas replied. He was resting back in the chair, a king on his throne.
A hot flush spread over Bridget’s chest as the invisible touch moved to cup a breast. Holy fuck. Part of her was so impressed by his control to do such a thing, but most of her was too distracted by the sensation gripping her.
You told me that you found it hard to enjoy sex because you can’t get out of your head,Bas said, his voice heated silk in her mind.I’m going to take care of both that hot body of yours and your beautiful mind. Just remember, you can stop me with a word, Bridget. You are safe with me.
I know, Bas, don’t stop. I want...Bridget didn’t have the words as her other breast was clasped.
It’s okay, little hawk. I know what you want. Let me give it to you.Bas hadn’t moved and gave no indication of what he was doing. Just relaxing in his chair and watching her reactions.
Bridget bit her lip to keep from moaning as the pressure turned to a hot mouth on her nipples. The book she had been reading slid off her lap and onto the floor, forgotten. She moved her hands to stroke over her breasts, but his invisible hands clamped them to the arms of her chair.
“If I can’t touch, neither can you,” Bas chided.
“Knew you were a secret freak,” she panted.
“Not a secret,” he purred. He grinned as another hot tongue slid down her stomach, making her back arch in the chair.
You are so fucking sexy when you squirm for me,he said and threw the image of what he could see in her mind. Bridget gasped, seeing herself through his eyes. Her hair was a mess, eyes glazing and body undulating, chasing the sensations wherever he was putting them.
Another hot mouth went from her belly to her pussy, and she couldn’t hold back her cry. She was burning up, hands and mouths and tongues working her from her neck to her ankles. She was looking at Bas, and Bas was looking at her, and she saw both at the same time and everything became a jumbled mess of slicked heat and agony.
Bas leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees, and just watched her with that same intensity.
Let go, Bridget. Come for me. Let me see you fall apart.
Another sucking mouth dragged over her clit, and as she started to scream, a hand slipped softly over her mouth. Bridget’s oversensitive body locked up and released as her orgasm shook her from her core. The pressure of another hand pressed down on her womb, and she let out another smothered sob. Her panties were drenched, and her heart was pounding.
Slowly, the hands and mouths let her up. A finger stroked the tears from her cheeks, and they floated across to where Bas sat. He opened his mouth, and the tears splashed on his lips and tongue.
“Jesus fucking Christ, what are you?” she whispered.
Bas licked her tears of pleasure from his lips. “Yours.”
22
Bas was so hard that he feared if he moved an inch, he would fill his pants. Watching Bridget come was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. All that locked-up control she had over herself had vanished, and she had been radiant.
Bridget’s eyes went from glazed to focused in a split second. “Brollachan.”
“What?” Bas asked, his brain still too focused on not coming.
“That’s what it is! The creature we are chasing,” Bridget said in a dreamy voice. Then she leaped off the chair and ran into the stacks.
Bas got up and stumbled after her, his dick hurting and legs unsteady. Bridget was pulling out a book from a high shelf when he caught up with her.
“I’ve been driving myself crazy trying to figure out what this dream monster is and where I have heard of it before,” Bridget said before Bas could ask what was going on. “When I was a kid, I read my way through any public library I could get close enough to. I was about ten when I went through a Scottish myth phase.”
Bridget sat on the floor and opened the book, her fingers thumbing through the pages. She found the page she was looking for with a triumphant shout.
“Yes! I knew it. I fucking knew it. Listen to this, ‘The Brollachan is said to be a shapeless or amorphous entity. Its name means “shapeless thing” or “formless one.” The creature was described as having only the vaguest suggestions of a face—typically just eyes and a mouth, lacking other distinct features.”
“Sounds close to what I’ve seen it as. The outline of a man, but that could be because magic is making it more powerful,” Bas said thoughtfully.
Bridget held up a hand. “It gets better.‘The Brollachan was said to be the offspring of a Fuath, a class of malevolent water spirits. It’s associated with water and particularly with mills, often targeting humans who work and live near them. The Brollachan was known to appear to people in the state between wakefulness and sleep. They create a sense of confusion and disorientation in their victims that gets worse the longer they feed on them, and sometimes, they attempt to possess sleeping individuals.’I think this is our monster, Bas!”
