Highlander's Desire (The Matheson Brothers #1)

“But I have to touch the woman.” He stroked down her body, caressing her soft fur. “Change, little bear. I need you.”


Liquid heat rushed through her veins at his gentle touch and she took control and forced the Change. All woman, she arched into him and moaned as he gripped her hands, pressed them over her head and stretched out over top of her, his hard shaft pressing into her hip.

“If you want me to stop, tell me so now,” he whispered against her lips.

“There’s no stopping what is to come. All I ask is that we take things slowly.”

“However slow you need. You’ll tell me what you like, or what you don’t like. What you’d prefer for me to do, or not do.”

“Nothing is off limits. I want to be with you in every way.”

“So I can touch you wherever I please?” He released her hands and shuffled down, his warm breath brushing across the heated skin of her belly.

“Aye. Can I touch you too?” She sank her fingers into his soft wavy hair and gasped as he licked around her belly button.

“I demand you do.” He nipped in a line upward until his nose brushed the underside of her breasts. He cupped both mounds and thumbed the peaking tips. “I want to taste every inch of you as well.”

“I want that too.” Boy did she want, and with a desperation she’d never experienced before.

“It feels as if I’ve waited a lifetime for this moment.” He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth then moved to the other. Heat rippled through her. Then he caught her hand, turned it over and kissed her palm in the sweetest caress. Her heart melted as he lifted his gaze to hers and smiled. “There’s something I need to say before we go any further.”

“I’m listening.”

He laced their hands together. “Isla Matheson, from this day forward, I promise to protect and keep you safe, to honor your needs above my own. All that I am is yours, heart, body and soul.”

Tears filled her eyes, and she slid her hand over the heavy beat of his heart. “Iain, you’ve stolen my will to be anywhere but here with you.”

“Good, because from this moment forth, you’ll never leave my side.” He stroked over the claw-and-star tattoo on her hip, a seriously hungry look lighting his eyes as he gazed at her breasts. He licked one nipple, so sensuously slow. “You taste so sweet.” He drew the aureole deep into his mouth and played the tip with his tongue. Oh, he knew exactly how to use his tongue. She palmed the back of his head and held him against her breast as he sucked.

“That feels amazing.”

“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.” He tugged her onto her side, slid one of his legs between hers, and in a dark, sexy tone, murmured, “Touch me.”

She encircled her hand around his thick cock and smiled as a drop beaded and glistened on the plump head. “I want to do more than touch.” She slithered down, licked the tip then swirled her tongue around the head. He tasted divine, salty and strong, and she sucked, taking as much of him in as she could. “Mmm, this could get rather addictive, rather quick.”

He growled and rocked his hips. “I won’t last long if you do that.”

“Please, just a little more.” She took him deeper, slid her hand lower and cupped his balls covered with a smattering of dark hair. Carefully, she caressed them. He was all hers and soon she’d have the telepathic link their mated couples did. She longed for it.

“Cease. No more.” He pulled her up, tumbled her onto her back and kissed her. His hunger was potent, the same as hers, and his mind, it pounded at the edge of hers as it demanded entrance. “Your scent is driving me insane.” Stroking down her sides and over her hips, he nuzzled her mound and breathed deep. Then he spread her legs and revealed all of her to his ravenous gaze. With a rumble, he stroked a finger along her slit. “So wet, and all mine.”

“Aye, all yours.” She slid her legs against his, her heartbeat a pounding mess. Then he ducked his head and she tangled her hands in his shoulder-length locks. She held onto him as his tongue swept across her flesh, as he extended his claws then retracted and curled his hands around her hips. A firestorm radiated out from where he touched, as he moved his mouth over her sensitive clit, and sucked, hard. “That feels sooo good.”

“For me too, but I need more, Isla.” Licking her, he built her orgasm to exquisite perfection and she lifted her hips and her legs fell wider. He accepted the invitation, grasped her bottom and drank from her deeper.

Panting, she struggled for a breath at the intense emotions surging through her. “I don’t want to come this time without you inside me.”

“Are you sure?” He lifted his head, his gaze holding hers.

“Aye.”

“Then what my woman wants, she shall receive.” He came up over top of her, nipped her lower lip, then with his hands on her hips, he slowly, carefully, moved between her legs and nudged his cock along her slick folds.

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