Highlander's Kiss (Clan Matheson #1)

He ran his hands up her legs, lifted them over his shoulders and dragged her closer. Water ran off her and splashed into the pool and with his head bent, he kissed along her inner thighs, his breath puffing hotly against her skin. “If anything hurts, then tell me.”


“I promise I shall.” She grasped the sides of the pool and softly sighed as he slid his fingers along her folds and rubbed her nub. “More,” she whispered. Never had she been so brazen, but he was her mate and she wished to be open and honest with him, to have no secrets. She’d share her greatest desires, just as she shared her body with him.

“I don’t consider you brazen. Demand whatever you wish.” He spread her legs even wider then licked her flesh with his tongue, his gaze on hers as he built her pleasure to a pinnacle she could barely hold onto.

“You’re reading my mind?” Sweet sensations rolled through her and she searched under the water and skimmed the hard length of his cock. She caressed his hot flesh then pumped him in time with how he licked her. “Please, come inside me, Tavish. I dinnae wish to come alone.”

“Are you certain you’re not too sore?” He released her legs, lifted her against him until his cock brushed her entrance below.

“Never too sore for you.” She pushed down on him, melding their bodies in a way she completely adored, until he filled every single inch of her, both body and mind. “Mmm, now this is what I want.”

“You are going to be the end of me. I can see it now.”

“I certainly hope so.” Aching for more, she moved, lifting up and dropping back down. She picked up her pace and he thrust into her, harder and faster, each of his deeply penetrating strokes exactly what she needed. From the inside out, he’d taken her over and she never wanted it any other way.

“Julia, I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Neither can I.”

He flicked her nub and she flew over the edge. Heavenly spasm after spasm rocked through her as he came too, his seed shooting straight to her core. Together, they tumbled right over the edge and into oblivion.

Aye, never would she let him go.

Heart and soul, he was hers, for all time.



As Tavish held Julia tight against him, he worked to settle his breathing and slow his pounding heartbeat down. He wished he could keep her here in this magical place forever, only Tor would soon begin to worry if didn’t return and so too their mission to find her parents must begin. He kissed her, claimed her mouth once more, just as he’d claimed her body then searching her mind, sought to ensure she’d felt only pleasure and no pain as he’d taken her. Hell, he was insatiable. He and his bear, both.

“I like insatiable.” Julia smiled lazily as she gazed into his eyes. “I also enjoy reading your thoughts as you enjoy reading mine. Mostly though, I’m rather glad your bear enjoys devouring me.”

“My bear wishes to devour you over and over and never stop but unfortunately we’ve been gone for far too long and we need to return.” He rose from the water with her in his arms and even though he detested releasing her, he set her down on her feet.

“Aye, Arabel too will worry if I’m gone for too much longer.” She tugged her linen shift over her damp skin, shimmied into her rich burgundy gown and covered up every delectable inch of her skin. Slippers on, she belted her white crocheted girdle at her waist, the tassels swaying to her knees.

He dragged on his clothes, strapped his sword and wrist daggers in place then cupped her shoulders in his hands. “Ensuring your safety and wellbeing comes first on this trip. It can be no other way and if I feel your safety might be in jeopardy, I’ll bring you straight back home. If any harm came to you, I’d never forgive myself. Do you understand?”

“The encampment will be teeming with warriors and although right on our border with the MacKenzie, ’tis still secure and within our Matheson hands. We’ll also have the Fae Angel of Love on our side during our search.”

Cherub would certainly speed things up with her swift way of travel and he didn’t doubt she’d watch over Julia or allow any harm to come to her. He released her with a nod, tossed sand onto the fire, doused it and collected his tartan and war coat. At the tunnel entrance, he held out his hand for her. “Ready to leave?”

“Aye, I cannae wait to begin our search.” Brushing her skirts, she joined him with an excited smile.

“Neither can I.” He ran his fingers through her long golden locks, tidying her hair then fixed the orchid tucked behind her ear. With his hand in hers, he led her down the darkened passageway, motioned for her to slip through the gap where it forked then walked outside.