Highlander's Heart (Clan Matheson #2)

“More. I tingle, everywhere. Give me more.”


“I really like this suddenly compliant side of you.” He rolled onto his side next to her then pulled her flush up against him, his hand firm on her thigh as he tucked his top leg between both of her legs, her skirts still rucked up between them and their bodies touching along their entire length. Slowly, he slid her hair back from her shoulder and eased the fabric of her gown down her other arm until both her breasts were bared to his ravenous gaze. “When a shifter bites his mate and his mate bites him, not only is it a mark of claim, but it’s also an aphrodisiac to both the giver and the receiver.” His hungry gaze roamed over her breasts. “Our bite excites sexual desire, which is why we only ever mark our chosen ones.”

“So when I bite you, you will feel the same flood of desire that just consumed me?”

“I’m already flooded with desire for you. If you bite me, I might not be able to control myself and since you’ve asked that we hold off on completing the bond until you’ve broken your betrothal, then you’d best wait and bite me only when you’re ready to join together in all ways.”

She smoothed one thumb over his neck and his heavily beating pulse. Warmth rippled through her, heating her all over. “I will be biting you. Now.”

“I just said—”

“I’m no’ good at following orders, remember?” She licked across his neck, sucked his skin into her mouth and razzed his flesh with her teeth. Her nipples hardened into fiercely tight points and she rubbed her breasts against his hot chest to ease the discomfort, except it only seemed to heighten her need even more. “Are you ready?”

“Aye,” he growled as he slid one hand around the back of her head to hold her mouth against him. “Bite me.”

“Thank you.” She sank her teeth into him and he clamped his teeth down onto the other side of her neck. A bolt of pleasure coursed through her, swept her away on an avalanche of need. He was hers and she wanted everyone to know it and this mark she’d given him would ensure it.

“Layla, so good,” he hissed and rubbed his leg higher between hers.

“Tor,” she murmured, her desperate need for him raging even stronger. She’d been a fool to think for even one minute that she’d ever have been able to turn away from him.

“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll see to it.”

“I dinnae know. Bite me again. Touch me as you please. Just give me more. I need more.”

“I understand.” Gripping her bare thigh, his fingers firm on her flesh, he pressed his leg even higher against her entrance below and the sweet pressure had her moaning. “I’ve got you, my love.” He urged her to move on him. “Let go as you please.”

“Oh my.” The friction against her nub was sublime. She rubbed against him, seeking something beyond her grasp even though she knew not what. Dizzy with desire, she kissed him, with all the hunger and intensity rolling through her and he kissed her back.

“Give yourself to me. I promise to look after you.” He nipped down her neck, licked the first mark he’d given her then scraped his stubbly jaw along the tops of her breasts. He nipped and sucked at her flesh, dotting little bites all over both mounds before he drifted lower and edged down to the end of the bed.

His head disappeared under the folds of her skirts and even though she should be shocked, that emotion didn’t even flare to life within her. He was her mate and her body was his, just as his body was hers.

She gasped as he nibbled along her inner thighs, staking his claim and marking her, his hot breath a heavenly flutter across her lower folds.

“I’ll be gentle.” Softly whispered words as he swept one finger over her nub.

White-hot pleasure hit her, so swiftly, so completely. It sent her soaring from her body and a bright array of colors sizzled behind her closed eyelids as she flew.

Slowly, she came back down, her hands in his hair, fingers digging into his scalp. “Oh my, you are one very, very clever bear.”

“You liked my touch?”

“Immensely.” Panting, she tried to get her heartbeat back into order. “Come here, Tor. Kiss me again.”



“I’m coming.” Tor gently nipped along Layla’s inner thigh, then the tops of her heaving breasts as he slid up her body. The last thing he wished to do was leave that heavenly spot between her legs where the heightened scent of her arousal had near made him come in his own pants. Watching her soar to the heavens from the touch of his finger alone had made both him and his bear deliriously happy and also incredibly fevered for more. He moaned as he gripped the burgundy and white patterned bedcovers either side of her head. If he let go, he’d tear her gown fully from her. As it was, her luscious breasts heaved as she still grappled for breath and her rosy nipples begged for his touch. He needed a taste of those sweet morsels, now.

“Are you hurting?” She blinked her eyes open, her beautiful brown eyes dazed.