Highlander's Kiss (Clan Matheson #1)

Julia’s demand made Tavish’s pulse race with fierce satisfaction. His mate wanted more and he intended to give it. He swept lower, nipping around her breasts, each of his bites a mark of claim she’d asked for and which he desperately needed to give her. He flicked her nipple with his thumb then sucked the pebbled treasure deep inside his mouth. As he did, she pressed her breasts deeper into his touch, her nails digging into his shoulders, her claim a physical one that both he and his bear reveled in. His beast purred a mile a minute inside him. Aye, he’d known from the moment he’d met her that she was his and now he intended to ensure she fully embraced their bond as he did.

He licked his lips. Her breasts were full and lush and he ached for another taste of them. Heat surged in his loins and he bent his head and laved first one nipple and then the other. Nice and slow. She tasted heavenly. He razzed his teeth over one rosy tip, taking a second before drawing the aureole deep inside his mouth to treasure each and every inch of her. Sheer pleasure radiated through him and hardened his cock further. He rocked his hips against hers to alleviate some of the pressure, only he hardened even more. Never had he ever known such pleasure as this. He tweaked her other nipple and she arched her back, curving fully into him.

Easing both her breasts together, he gorged, kissing and licking, taking her nipples between his lips and rolling his tongue around them before nipping each one. The bites intensified his feelings for her, pulled his heart and soul ever closer toward hers.

“Tavish.” She moaned and rubbed against him. “That feels so good, too good.”

“For me too.” He lapped the tight buds until she clasped his face between her hands and dragged his mouth back to hers. He kissed her again, plunging his tongue inside her mouth and drinking in her sweet innocence. She met him kiss for kiss, entwining her tongue with his and driving him near mad in a delicious dance that had both him and his bear clawing for her.

His claws sliced out and he dug them into the floorboards to help curb some of his lust.

“Julia?” A knock sounded at the door. “’Tis Cherub.”

He shook his head, tried to penetrate the heavy fog of desire taking him. Had someone knocked on the door? Pulling back, he fought for a breath. His mate’s lips were plump and pink and wet and the last thing he wanted to do was to cease kissing her.

“Julia?” Another knock.

“Dinnae stop, Tavish.” Julia clutched his head, her eyes dazed with passion. “I need another kiss.”

“Cherub’s at the door.”

“What door?” Gasping, she jerked upright and stared at the door. “Oh, that door. I didnae hear her.”

“I barely did either.” He shoved to his feet, helped her to hers then dropped a quick kiss on her very full and tantalizing breasts before lifting her gown back up and covering her. “I hate losing this delicious sight.”

“You need to cover yourself as well.” She reached up on her toes, nipped his lower lip then whisked to her golden curtained ambry. She nabbed a fresh gown hanging from within and dashed behind the dressing screen. “Hurry,” she whispered in a rush.

While she changed, he grabbed his clothing from where he’d scattered it. He hauled on his shirt and tried to adjust his uncomfortably tight jeans. He left his black shirt flapping free and opened the door, and likely with a scowl on his face.

Cherub arched a far too innocent brow as she stood in the passageway with two bags in hand, one his medical case which he always kept fully stocked next to his chamber door, the other a case from his closet, one now stuffed with his clothing that poked out from under the top flap. “I hope I didnae interrupt anything important, but I come bearing gifts.”





Chapter 5


Breathing slowly and surely, Julia tried to clear the sensual haze in her head that kissing Tavish had caused. Her man had sent every rational thought from her mind the moment he’d touched his lips to hers, thoughts she wouldn’t mind him scattering all over again. Mmm, and when he’d bitten her and nipped and devoured her breasts, such heat had shimmered through her and intensified all her emotions. ’Twas as if he’d pulled her heart and soul closer toward his, and all with his delicious touch alone. Aye, he’d shown her they were soul bound, a bond she fully intended to accept, tugging auras or not.