Highlander's Magic (Highlander Heat #2)

“Now that’s a wish you can have.”


After rising to his feet, he seized the pail of clean water, held it over her head and let half sluice her body. He sloshed the remainder over himself then aided her out. He nabbed the cloth and patted her dry. So alluring, her creamy soft skin beckoned him for another touch.

“Thank you.” She ran a finger in a saucy swirl down his chest then nudged him toward the bed. He fell onto it and she followed, smiling wickedly as she crawled up his legs. “Now, it’s time for retribution.”

“You’re adapting well to the Highlander way.”

“I’m learning from the best.” She cupped his balls and heat shot to his cock, hardening him impossibly further. Then she dipped her head and licked him, one long teasing stroke from root to tip.

Oh hell, he would never be able to hold off if—

She settled her lips over his head then took him deep.

“Marie.” He jerked as her sweet mouth seared him. She palmed his balls and caressed the top of his sac. ’Twas torture, unlike any he’d ever suffered on the battlefield. “Halt,” he croaked.

She sucked harder and he rocked his hips, pushing deeper inside her mouth. He should stop her. He should pull out. A sexual haze consumed him and he barely found enough sense to drag her up his body. “Your pleasure comes first.”

“Meany.” She licked her lips as though thoroughly enjoying every second of his anguish.

“I wish to give you pleasure again, and I willnae come until I have.” He tipped her onto her back, and every inch of her flesh was lit by the flickering flames. Where did he start? Her breasts were full, the tips hard. His mouth watered for a taste of those first. They were deliciously sweet, and he needed more. He stroked down the valley of her breasts to her belly. Lower still, shimmery white-gold curls shone. “I need to get my fill of you, Marie.”

“Take what you wish.” She clasped his face. “After you kiss me.”

Blood pounding, he kissed her, and the temptation of her mouth consumed his thoughts. His faerie held a potent enchantment he couldn’t resist. His wishes would continue to mount, and would soon outnumber any she could ever grant. He had no doubt.

“I feel hot.” She rubbed her chest against his, her nipples, so incredibly hard, scraping across his flesh. “I never want to forget this night.”

Neither did he.

The way she looked at him, with such longing and trust, would be forever seared into his mind and soul.

Sweeping over her ribcage, he wished to adore her lush breasts. They would be his. He fingered one tip while he licked the other. Nice and slow, so he could savor the taste.

Rising into his touch, she pressed her breasts harder against him. He wanted more. He teased his teeth over the sensitive tip, taking a second before drawing the bud deep inside his mouth. He sucked. Hard.

His efforts won him a soft cry, hardening his cock until it jabbed the inside of her thigh.

“You like that?” He released her breasts then rose and edged his lower body farther away from the enticement of her entrance. He had to take care.

“Yes, and where are you going?”

“To make my mark.” He nuzzled her neck then drew the soft flesh into his mouth until her breaths came in short gasps.

“I’ve never been marked before.”

“Then I shall give you more than one. I wish to see these marks in the morn and recall exactly how I gave them to you.” He kissed across to the other side of her neck and worked on another, this one slightly larger since his control was slipping further away. Huh. Slipping? He had no control at all, his cock hammering at him to take her.

Never had his desire for a woman ridden him so hard.

“Archie.” She twisted her head and seized a breath. “I’m going to come from your kisses alone.”

“Aye, come as you please.” He spread her folds and she pressed her mound into his palm. Beautiful. And with her breasts bobbing so close to his mouth, he couldn’t deny returning to them and enjoying another sample.

Below, he stroked a finger though her heat then plunged in and rubbed the spot she’d adored before.

She gasped and bucked against him and his balls tightened, his cock twitching.

Hell, he might still come before her if he didn’t see to her pleasure now. She was so slick and close, her soft cries encouraging him.

He pushed a second finger in and ground his cock into her hip to halt his release. It didn’t slow his need but accelerated it.

“Archie.” She screamed his name as she thrashed underneath him. Her tight channel tightened around his fingers and locked him firmly in place.

She was almost there, and he was lost, his balls on fire as her inner muscles clamped down and dragged his fingers in.

“I’m right here with you,” he growled as his seed rushed forth across his blankets.

He collapsed on top of her, his wee faerie draining him. Magic. She was a wonder he wouldn’t be denied.





Chapter 8