A scorching heat shimmered through her and pooled between her thighs. She wanted his mark, just as she wanted to give him hers. “Do it.”
“I’m just enjoying the ride leading up to it.” He slid one finger under her shoulder strap and eased her tank top away from her neck. A low rumble vibrated in his chest as he pressed himself against her and sucked on her offered skin. Then he teased her with his tongue, stroked one hand down her throat, over her chest and curved his palm around her breast.
“I can’t wait any longer.” Her pulse raced, so fast.
“Neither can I.” He bit down and arousal hit her hard and fast. She clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.
He licked her skin, soothing the spot where he’d bitten before lifting his head and looking into her eyes. “Are you all right? Your skin is so flushed.”
“I liked it, a lot.”
“As did I.” He rolled her into his side and pulled her tight against him, his hand firm on her thigh as he tucked his top leg between hers and ensured they touched along their entire length. Slowly, he slid her hair back from her shoulder and eased her other top strap to the side.
“Are you going to bite me again?”
“Aye, the same time you’re going to bite me. Since completing our bond must wait, we both need this.” Head lowered, he cupped the back of her head and drew her mouth to his neck. “Am I right? Tell me if I’m not.”
“You’re right.” She gave into the deep need burning within her, sucked his skin into her mouth and razzed his flesh with her teeth. Her nipples hardened into tight points and she rubbed her breasts against his chest to ease the ache.
“Now,” he growled.
She clamped down on him and he did the same to her. Pleasure coursed through her, sweeping her away on a tide of wonder. He was hers and she wanted everyone to know it, and this mark she’d given him would ensure it.
“Isla.” He hissed out a breath and rocked his leg between hers.
“So good,” she murmured, a tight need for more building deep inside her.
“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll deliver.”
“Make—got to have—I just need more.”
“I’ve got you.” He gripped her thigh, pressed his jean-clad leg even higher into her crotch and urged her to move on him. Sweet heaven. The seam of her jeans pressed into her clit and she couldn’t help but rub harder against him.
Dizzy and breathless, she kissed him, with all the passion and intensity taking her over and he rocked his leg harder into her and made her gasp as white-hot pleasure struck her. It ricocheted outward from her core and hardened her nipples even further. He’d driven her so swiftly and completely over the edge and she soared as bright lights sizzled behind her closed eyelids. “Oh goodness,” she panted as she slowly came back down. “That was totally unexpected.”
“It was also beautiful to see.” Iain stroked Isla’s hair as her breathing returned to normal. Watching her soar skyward from an orgasm he’d given her had made him deliriously happy. She was so responsive to his touch and he adored it. He nuzzled her neck, her scent below sweeping up and over him. So intoxicating. “Are you all right?”
She opened her eyes, blinked and cleared her dazed gaze. “I can’t believe you just made me come, while I’m still fully clothed.” She rubbed the spot where he’d bitten her in a slow circle with her thumb then palmed the mark and held it to her. “No more biting me tonight. I’m not sure I can handle another episode like that without wanting to tear your clothes off you.”
“That was hardly a warning if that was your intention.” His cock throbbed for release. He’d never had sex before, but he’d certainly watched a few interesting movies and right now all he wanted to do was slide her jeans down her legs and feast on that part of her that had wept for him.
“I can see what you’re thinking.” She tapped his nose. “You need to stop it.”
“You’re torturing me.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, his mouth moving in a slow exploration that left them both ragged for breath when he pulled back. It would take every ounce of his willpower not to succumb to this desperate desire he had for her tonight.
It would surely be one long evening.
One he never wanted to have end.
He’d found his mate and his soul rejoiced in the fact.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she murmured.
“My soul is in heaven.”
“Likely right alongside mine after what you just did to me.”
“Aye, what happens to you, happens to me.” He grinned, completely taken by the woman before him. The days ahead shone with a brilliance he couldn’t wait to explore. With her. Only with her.
Chapter 2
Twenty years following Kenneth and Ivan’s birth, the ancient House of Clan Matheson, 1210.