Highlander's Kiss (Clan Matheson #1)

“Hmm, your thoughts are most interesting and in agreement with mine.” She eased onto her belly between his legs, licked her lips and touched her tongue to the tip. With one slow swipe, she licked him from root to tip then played her tongue back and forth over the head.

“I’m going to have to learn how to halt certain thoughts from getting through to you.” The words barely made it past his dry lips.

“There is naught you can hide from me, not now.” She eased her mouth fully down over his shaft. The silken heat of her mouth seared him and sparks shimmered at the base of his spine and rippled around to his groin.

For the life of him, he couldn’t stop her, not when her touch was pure temptation and heated torture all rolled into one. Gently, he cradled her head in his hands and urged her on as she bobbed up and down. “You learn fast, my love.”

“Your aura also tells me exactly what you wish for, what you will or willnae like. Right now, the sizzling edge of red flares with more need. I believe I shall take you even deeper inside my mouth and see what happens.”

“No deeper. I’m not sure if I can handle any more of your aura reading right now, or your very clever mouth.”

“You wish to deny me of what I too would like to do?” Sensually soft words as she wrapped her luscious lips around him once more.

His cock pulsed with need and before he lost what remained of his control, he flipped her over onto her back and blood pounding, lavished attention on her. Licking and nibbling, he devoured her breasts before moving in a swirling trail downward. He kissed around her belly button, over her hips and along her inner thighs. Nuzzling her skin, his nose bumped the entrance to her core and he growled long and low as her sweet honey scent drifted around him. He needed to taste her just as badly as he needed his next breath. He slid his hands around her thighs, opened her wider and gave his bear permission to indulge. Lapping at her sweet folds, he rolled around in heaven. This was what he and his beast both wanted, and when her soft cries for more rang in his ears, he dived in and imbibed at the very heart of her.

Sensations stormed through him. His shaft throbbed and he could wait no more. He lifted up and plunged inside her fiery heat, taking her hard and fast, just as her thoughts demanded and just as his did as well. This bond was all-consuming and gave no quarter.

Kissing her, he tasted the delectable recesses of her mouth and claimed every last inch of her. He drank her in, allowing his desperate need for her to take him.

“Tavish!” She screamed his name, clutched his butt and pulled him in even deeper. “You’re my mate, my bear. Make me fly.”

“Always yours, and your wish is my command.” He tightened his mind around hers and pounded into her. His thoughts flew as she raked his back, as her inner muscles grasped ahold of him and dragged him in. He roared, his release exploding powerfully from him as she pulsed around him again and again. With his seed coating her womb, he finally eased his pace and rocked gently inside her. As he brought them both slowly back down, he whispered in her mind, “You’re my wife and always will be.”

“Aye, and now I’m a very sleepy wife once more. I need a wee nap after such ravishment.” She kissed him and cuddled into him. “Sleepy.”

“You rest and I’ll go fetch us some breakfast. I’ll be as quick as I can and wake you when I return.” They couldn’t leave on any search until they’d eaten. A nap wouldn’t hurt her or lose them any great deal of time.

He waited until she’d drifted fully off to sleep, carefully pulled out of her then touched the marks he’d given her either side of her neck and along the top rise of her breasts. She was his mate and such a treasure, one he’d never let go of and always keep safe.

After rising, he tugged on his leather pants, white tunic and stuck his feet into his boots. With his wrist daggers sheathed and his sword belt on, he snuck out of their steamy cavern, slipped through the tightly vented opening and walked along the craggy tunnel into the fresh morning air.

A clear blue sky with only a smattering of white cloud reigned high above and gave the promise of a warm summer’s day ahead. White foamy waves sloshed along the sandy curve of the cove while behind him, the cliffs stood tall and strong and the river mouth to the side, sent water streaming smoothly into the sea. He searched along his merged link and touched Julia’s mind. She rested, still deep asleep and unlikely to awaken. Certainly if she did, he’d know.

With a determined step, he strode to the beached skiff, removed a snare from a chest under the bench seat and marched toward the river mouth where the forest rose high beyond it. He’d need to head into the woods to set his snare. He followed the river as it weaved inland then veered away and squelched across the wetland. The odd marsh orchid bloomed, a brilliant burst of fuchsia-pink and he couldn’t help but stop and pluck a flower for her. The orchid’s color matched Julia’s sweetly pouty lips to perfection.