Highlander's Heart (Clan Matheson #2)

“As you wish.” She feasted her gaze on him, roamed across his chest and down to his throbbing cock. “I’m fairly hungry myself. I barely got a taste of you afore. May I?”


“Later.” A sizzling pressure burned at the base of his spine and flared all the way around to his cock. His shaft lengthened and hardened to a staggering degree. “Much later. It’s time for my bear to have his way.” He rolled her onto her belly, slid one arm underneath her waist and lifted her up onto her hands and knees. “And this is how he wants you.”

“Aye, please. This is how I want you too.” She wriggled her luscious bottom, her glorious golden hair sliding wetly off her back and sweeping the ledge as she peered over her shoulder at him.

“I need to bite you again.” He rubbed his nose against the small of her back, nipped her skin then crawled in over top of her, the silky wetness of her body making his bear rumble with pleasure at being able to slide against all her smooth flesh. Head dipped, he razzed his teeth back and forth over the sensitive skin of her neck then whispered, “Are you ready?”

“I’ll always be ready.” Stretching, she offered the long column of her creamy flesh to him and he licked her skin, sucked it deep inside his mouth, swept one hand down her side and trailed his fingers through her golden curls below. He fondled her clit, moaned with greedy need as she arched back into him, her breasts swaying beneath her and brushing his arm.

“Tell me what you want, my love.”

“For you to join us together as one.” She reached underneath her, slid her fingers around his shaft and rubbed the head of his cock over her drenched folds and coated him in her heavenly scent.

“We are going to need one very long honeymoon, just the two of us, all alone, right here.”

“Aye, I’d love such a honeymoon.” She pushed her backside into his groin and he thrust his cock inside her, pulled back then pushed all the way back inside her again. She lifted up and rocked with him and as she did, he rubbed her clit and plunged even deeper. She met each of his fierce moves with such exquisite precision, his balls slapping the insides of her thighs and sending him half crazed. Unable to halt himself, he growled and bit down on her neck.

She screamed, her inner muscles clamping around him and squeezing him with such sheer perfection. She flew right over the edge and he soared right along with her, her body bathing him in her glorious heat and her channel clenching so beautifully around him.

Never had he felt so completely whole, as if the woman in his arms had finally gifted him with the rest of who he was. Without her, he would never survive, and of that he had no doubt.

As Layla went limp in his arms, he gently lowered her down onto the ledge on her belly and curled his body around hers, the steamy heat of their cavern enveloping them. He nibbled on the side of her neck, his heart and soul in paradise and when she sighed, so dreamily, he grinned and only wished to hear her sigh that way all over again.

Aye, he was home, right here with his mate, the only one who could ever satisfy both him and his bear. She was the most precious gift, a treasure he’d cherish for the rest of his days.

Always and forever.





Chapter 8


In her chamber on the second floor of the castle, Layla snuggled in bed with her warrior shifter and smiled as happiness burst inside her. It had been three weeks since Donnan had been sent winging back toward Skye and she and Tor had reunited within their sacred cavern. Three weeks of wedded bliss and enjoying all the benefits of their mated bond.

“We need to move and get dressed if we want to make it to our own wedding celebration. No more handfast wife for me, you’ll be my wife in truth within a matter of hours.” Tor rubbed his chest against her breasts as he caressed her bare back. Father John from the priory had arrived the day before and she could barely contain her excitement at finally being able to speak vows with her mate before their entire clan.

“I have something I must speak to you about first.” She caught his hand, pressed a kiss against the warmth of his palm. Her ring blazed from her finger, the large stone set atop a band of gold the same gorgeous golden color as her mate’s stunning shifter eyes. After a sneaky trip back to his time with Cherub, he’d returned with this ring, lowered to one knee and reaffirmed his oath to her. Never had she seen such an extravagant or more beautiful piece of jewelry, or been so filled with love. She’d accepted his ring then ensured she shared every single benefit to being mated to her brought him.

“Then speak. No more secrets between us, remember?”

“I remember, and this is less of a secret and more like a hopeful feeling. My courses are late, should have arrived four or five days ago. I know that does no’ sound like long, but I’m never late.”

“You’re saying you might be expecting?” He tipped her onto her back, flicked the bed sheet covering them away and caressed her belly, the sunshine beaming through her window playing across his bare skin and hers. “Let me check.”