Highlander's Charm (Highlander Heat #3)

“Aye.” With one hand on her hip, he eased up then slid with tortuous slowness back in.

“Faster, Calum.” He increased his pace and she couldn’t hold back her moan. Her thoughts were consumed by him as he pounded, hard and deep. Her body rose to meet his, and he took her frantically, as if struggling to contain his own desire. Moving with him, she only wanted this magical moment to never end.

“Let go, Lila. I’m right here with you.”

“Only with you.” Every one of his kisses and caresses had her poised on the edge, flooding her with more sensation than she could stand. She let go and soared, her inner muscles tightening as she bucked against him. Pleasure overflowed her body and swept her into a sea of shimmering stars, the most exhilarating experience.

Filled completely, he spilled his seed deep, his release as violent as hers. Body and soul, her connection to him transcended time. And she came, meeting each of his strokes until she could take no more, until his very scent became embedded into her skin.

“You’re my charm,” he whispered, his heart drumming against hers as he slumped on top, completely spent. “There is no escaping me now.”



The meaty aroma of cooked rabbit wafted through the air and stirred Calum from his slumber. He rolled toward the fire, removed the meat from the spit then nudged Lila awake. “Our food is ready. Are you hungry?”

“Very.” She stretched and eased up, her beautiful breasts on full display and tempting him almost beyond his endurance.

Nay, he couldn’t allow her to distract him when they needed to speak. She’d waylaid this conversation already. He tore the meat into small slivers then slipped a morsel between her lips. “In the morn, we return to Duart, and you’re no’ to flee from me again.”

“You’re responsible for an entire clan, and that’s where you need to be. Nanna needs me. I have to continue on.”

“Your grandmother left of her own accord and is likely well. MacIan could attack at any moment, and I cannae have you wandering right into the heart of the battle.” He stroked the back of her head. “You must remain safe, until the threat has passed.”

“There’s no threat to me, not since I’m a Cunningham.” She pressed her hand against his chest, right over his heart. “I’ve crossed centuries to find her. She’s all I have, and she expects me to follow her.”

“You’re all I have, and she wouldnae wish you to risk your life. When you left, it near wrenched my soul in two.”

“I can’t wait for this feud to end.”

“All I ask is that you give me some time.” He tipped her onto her back, prepared to do all he must to ensure she understood. “Ardnamurchan is the enemy’s territory. I’ll never allow you to pass into their land alone. The danger is too great.”

She shoved against his shoulders, rolled him onto his back and straddled his legs. “For starters, I can see I’ll need to be more forceful with you.”

His cock throbbed at her words. Aye, though he would be forceful first. From his tartan, he tore a strip off, clasped his right hand with her right, and wrapped his plaid around their hands. Bound together, he would ensure she was a Cunningham no more. This was right.

“What are you doing?” She wriggled her fingers. “You can’t be this worried I’m going to get away?”

“’Tis a handfast. The vows we speak now will bind us together as man and wife for a year and a day, and as soon as Brother John returns from Tobermory, we’ll be wed proper. I need to know you’re mine, in every single way.”

“You want to get hitched? Like right now? While we’re in the middle of an argument? Did you see us doing this in your vision?”

“Nay, I never saw this, only your mole. Now, let’s begin.” He cleared his throat. “I, Calum William MacLean, of Mull, pledge my troth to Lila Cunningham. With this handfast, I take her as my wife for the next year and a day.” He tightened his grip on her hand. “Speak your vow, love.”

“I can’t believe—”

“I’ll accept naught less.” He spread her folds below then slid his cock deep into the heart of her welcoming channel.

“Oooh, we’re going to have to talk about your need to take control.” Panting, she moved up and down.

“If you wish, you may take some control now, but when it comes to your safety, my decision stands firm.” Grinning, he rocked his hips. “I look forward to the consummation.”

“You’re already covering that quite nicely, and regardless of your clear attempt at coercion, I can handle you, no matter you’re a sixteenth century man.” She moved faster. “I, Lila, of Australia, pledge my troth to Calum William MacLean. With this handfast, I take him as my husband for the next year and a day.” Her eyes smoldered, making his blood pound all the harder. “What do you wish for next?”

“We seal the vows with a kiss.”

“Oh, you are wicked.” She leaned over and kissed him, so possessively his cock throbbed on the verge of release.