Highlander's Heart (Clan Matheson #2)

“To our sacred cavern. I have a fierce need to see with my own eyes that you came to no harm during your abduction, which means I’ll be inspecting every single inch of you for injury.”


“As long as I too may inspect every single inch of you.” She nuzzled his neck, licked over the mark she’d given him then whispered, “I would also like to show you how very truly sorry I am.”

“I never want to experience the heart-wrenching fear I did today, ever again.” He strode with her up the winding trail, trekked deeper into the forest and marched uphill toward the waterfall and their most precious place. “I also have a desperate need for absolute privacy.”

“So do I.” She kissed him again, her heart and soul rejoicing at being with him. Aye, absolute privacy they needed, and likely for quite some time.



Along the tunnel into their sacred cavern behind the waterfall, Layla raced with Tor one step behind her. She jumped down onto the boulder wedged under the entrance then bounded onto the soft sand and twirled around. She dropped the tartan she’d been wrapped in and kicked off her riding boots. With her sopping pale blue jacket flung aside, she unfastened the heavy, wet skirts of her riding habit and grinned as Tor shucked his war coat and unbelted his weapons. “I may find taking orders difficult, Tor, but I do intend for you to learn there are plenty of added benefits to being mated to me.”

“Benefits I intend to claim, each and every one of them.”

“The first benefit will be my attention to detail in undressing you.” With her mind, she tugged his loose black shirt embroidered with their clan motto on the front pocket free of his faded brown rawhide pants and pulled it over his head. His beautifully broad chest, so heavily muscled and holding a smattering of dark hair, glistened wetly in the sunshine streaming through the wide vent above.

“That’s one benefit, I too hold.” He stepped closer, traced one finger over her beaded breasts through her lacy cream riding shirt, the fabric so wet the pink of her nipples showed through. “Arms up, my challenging mate.”

She lifted them and he swept his hands down her sides, gripped her hem and lifted the shirt up and over her head, her tangled and wet curls plopping onto her back.

“My turn.” She levitated him, knelt at his hovering feet and removed his boots then unfastened his pants and stripped them down his muscled legs and off. His cock bobbed free and brushed his belly, rigid and hard and all hers. Needing him now, she swept him out over the steamy heat of their pool and splashed into the warm water after him. Slowly, she lowered him, inch by inch as she stroked over his trim hips and grasped his firm butt. She licked his thickened shaft from root to tip then giggled as he groaned, his feet still nowhere near the sandy floor of the pool as she kept him just where she wanted him.

“Put me down, woman.”

“Benefit number two. I can spin you around and do as I wish with you.” She slowly twirled him where she stood in the waist-deep water, his feet in the water and his magnificent body on full display, all hard and bulging with muscle. All hers. “My warrior mate.”

His golden gaze seared hers as she whirled him back around to face her. “I’m also one warrior who needs to make love to his woman. Set me down so I can, and that’s a firm order, one I want you to obey.”

“Still terrible with orders, and benefit number three.” She giggled again. “Is that I wish only to make love with you and adore every inch of you while I do.” She traced the tip of his cock with her tongue and gently palmed his balls in her hand.

He arched into her, his breath whooshing out. “I love how freely you touch me.”

“Touching you like this”—she licked all around the head then sucked the salty sweetness that beaded on top—“makes my nipples go hard and heat pool within me below.”

“Put me down, now. I need to lick you all over too. I want to taste that pooling heat. It’s like sweet honey to my bear and he’s ravenous for it.”

“Benefit number four.” She slowly lowered him, licked up the rigid band of muscles lining his stomach then flicked her fingers over his tiny yet hard male nipples before she sucked on his neck, right over the mark she’d given him last night. Onto her toes, she moved then covered his mouth with hers. She kissed him, until his breathing became as ragged as hers and the sultry warm air around them thickened with a pounding heat. “Is that I’ll always be hungry for more of you too.”