Highlander's Charm (Highlander Heat #3)

“You’re a brazen lass, but aye, demand as you wish.” He plunged one finger deep inside then stroked, harder and faster, until he hit that sweet spot. “Look at me, Lila. I want to see to your pleasure.”


“I want to see yours too.” She looked into his eyes as she searched under the water and skimmed the hard length of his cock. She caressed his hot flesh then pumped him in time with how he stroked her.

He moaned, long and low, the sensual sound thrilling her. Then he spread her legs even wider, licked her flesh in the most intimate way and built her orgasm to a pinnacle. Every flick of his tongue over her clit was such exquisite torture.

“Inside me. Now,” she moaned.

“As you wish.” He released her legs, lifted her against him and filled her completely.

“Oooh, I wish.” She writhed as he pumped and melded their bodies together in the timeless way of lovers. Arching, she moved with each of his deeply penetrating strokes. He’d taken her over, from the inside out and she never wanted to give him up.

“Lila, I cannae hold on much longer.”

“I love you, Calum.” The words rushed from her as blissful spasm after spasm racked her body. He came with her, his seed shooting deep inside as she tumbled over the edge and into oblivion.

Heart and soul, she would hold onto him.



Calum cradled Lila against him as his breathing settled and his pulse slowed. He wouldn’t leave this place without her. He kissed her, claiming her mouth as he’d claimed her body. “Are you all right, lass?”

She smiled lazily. “Wolves surely do like to do more than bathe.”

“Aye, and this wolf wishes to mate for far longer, but we’ve been gone too long as it is.” He carried her out, and as much as he detested releasing her, set her on her feet. “Dress quickly.”

“We still haven’t talked.” She tugged her linen shirt over her damp skin then shimmied into her blue skirt, covering up every delectable inch he’d rather have on display. “Nanna and I are only here for the night.”

“I’ll talk with Colin, but we’ll be away soon, the three of us.” He dragged on his clothes.

“I haven’t agreed to come.” She fastened the ties of her riding jacket then straightened the hem.

“John MacIan could easily identify Colin and me should he arrive. You’re aware of that.” He strapped on his sword and wrist daggers. “I value my life, as I value my brother’s.”

“He’s away until tomorrow visiting tenants and collecting rents. He isn’t coming here.”

“Then you may have another night with your grandmother, but that is all.” He ran his fingers through her silky black hair, tidying the damp waist length locks as best as he could. “I need you, Lila.”

“The fortuneteller told Nanna that my future must be fully realigned before all can be set right. What if leaving with you isn’t the right thing to do?” She grasped her skirts and walked back toward camp. “I need more time to think this through.”

“When a woman joins with her husband, she abides by his decisions.” He stormed after her.

“This woman doesn’t, and I warned you about my crankiness.” She shot him a fierce frown. “Highland warriors should come with a warning. Get involved at your own peril.”

He held up a low branch, and she passed underneath. He wanted to drag her right back into his arms and see rapture again cross her face, but instead he allowed her to walk from the woods and return to her grandmother. He could bend her to his will and insist she come, but he didn’t care to do so. She needed to join with him because she wished for it as greatly as he did.

“Mistress Jean asked me to guard the trail.” Colin emerged from behind a tree, a curious expression on his face. “What has your woman done now to make you scowl so?”

“Wait until you’re wed.” He paced between two trees. “There is naught more frustrating than considering your wife’s feelings. She has no’ had enough time with her grandmother and father.”

“The warriors at camp say she’s John’s daughter, and their laird is well pleased with her return.” Colin motioned toward the loch’s tip. “I discovered three fishermen’s skiffs beached beyond those rocks. Any one of them will do if we wish a quick escape.”

“Then on the morrow’s high tide we’ll sail for Duart.”

“You’ll have your wife’s agreement by then?”

“Aye, somehow.” He’d never leave her behind.





Chapter 9


The next morning, Nanna dressed in a whirlwind, acting as nervous as any girl about to go on a date. Lila sighed contentedly as Josiah kissed her grandmother’s hand then escorted her from the tent. It was wonderful to see Nanna so happy again.

Alone, Lila tidied her bed of brown fur pelts, adjusted the long lace sleeves of her golden gown and stepped outside. The air held a slight chill, but the sun shone high.