Highlander's Magic (Highlander Heat #2)

“You said you play by a separate set of rules. If this is unacceptable, say so.” His golden eyes swam with desire, and there wasn’t a chance she wanted to snuff that out.

“You won’t hear me say stop.” Why had she never experienced an attraction like this before? Not that she’d actually had much experience with men. She and Katherine had spent years nursing Mum through her illness. Cancer was brutal, and being with Mum had been their priority, not men. Relationships could wait, whereas Mum couldn’t. “I really like your brand of fire, Archie.”

Yes, she was prepared to play with whatever fire he wielded.



Archie groaned as Marie pressed her breast more fully into his palm. From the moment she’d arrived at the village, he’d wanted to cover her up, and now he wished for the exact opposite.

He stroked the pebbled peak of her nipple. Her breast was lush, and he ached for a closer touch. Surely, no harm could come from it. He swept the collar aside then eased his hand inside. The lacy chemise slid sensuously over the back of his hand as he filled his palm with her warm flesh.

Heat surged into his loins and he returned to her mouth. He plunged his tongue inside and drank in her sweet nectar. ’Twas a losing battle to keep his passion in check, and even more so when she entwined her tongue with his and drove him beyond his endurance in a delicious dance.

More. He wanted more, and not just to have his hand against her. He had to taste her. He eased the shirt over her shoulder and licked her nipple. Perfect. He rolled his tongue around the peak and sucked.

“Archie.” She moaned and curved into him. “That feels sooo good.”

“Aye, delicious.” He gave her other breast equal attention. He lapped the tight bud, gorging himself on the faerie he’d wished for.

“Captain?”

Hell. Will’s voice penetrated the fog in his head. Pulling back, he fought for a breath.

“Don’t stop.” Marie clutched his shoulders, her eyes hazed with desire.

“I must. One of my men approaches.”

“What?” She gasped and yanked up her shirt. “I didn’t hear him.”

“We’re no’ done.” He dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “No’ by half.”

A fire now raged, and his faerie had enflamed him.

Damn his man for intruding.





Chapter 4


Her Highlander could certainly kiss. Marie fanned her face as Archie guided her outside. What an enticing mission she had ahead, and in more ways than one.

“There ye are, Captain.” Will tramped toward them. “We have everything we need to begin work on the walls.”

“Good. The beams on this one are sound. Allow me to introduce Marie.”

“Good morn, my lady.” Will bobbed his head.

“Nice to meet you.” She moved toward him, but Archie stepped in front of her as though she shouldn’t trust his man.

“Marie is under my protection. Inform all the men ’tis so.” He crossed his arms, and his back muscles rippled.

“Aye, Captain. Word has already spread of your faerie, although I’ll pass your instructions along.”

“Has the patrol returned with aught more?”

“There’s still no sign of MacLean. He likely arrived from the sea then left the same way. I do though bring a message to the lady from Mary.”

“Speak it.”

“Mary’s down on the beach. She asked Marie to join her.”

She eased around Archie. “Thanks. Message received. It’s truly nice to meet you.”

“You’re welcome, and ’tis nice to meet you.” Whistling, he strode away.

Archie continued to watch Will, not turning. “Mary isnae the only one who holds deep knowledge of MacLean. Ask me what you wish of the scourge.”

“How soon do you expect MacLean to return? To attack again.” She hooked a finger into his waistband and tugged.

He spun around, caught her hand. “Knowing we’ll seek our revenge, he’ll fortify his defenses against us first. ’Tis a deadly game we play, one he knows well.”

“He fights for his clan, as you fight for yours. There must be a way around all this warring.”

“Angus attempted to speak to MacLean at the beginning of this feud and his brother-in-law wouldnae listen. Instead, the feud exploded. The MacLean chief must die in order for us to win this war, and I intend to see the deed done, with the aid of your magic.”

“I never promised to aid you in killing him.” Not caring for that idea at all, she tugged her hand free. “After touring the ruins of Dunyvaig, Katherine and I intended to visit MacLean’s marker. A monument was erected in the churchyard of Kilchoman, close to where he died in battle. Although it doesn’t happen for several years yet.”

“You’re saying he dies? At Kilchoman?” He scrubbed a hand along his jaw. “That’s on the west of Islay near Loch Gruinart. Had MacLean died on our land then his men would have taken his remains and buried him at Duart Castle on the Isle of Mull. No warrior leaves his chief behind.”

“The battle was grave. It took him, and many of his men.”

“Tell me the date of this battle.”

“If I did, will you believe I’m from the future?” Maybe she was finally getting somewhere.