“You won’t push for that completion?” Her first words of true acceptance, and the sheer beauty of them sang to his soul.
“Not when I wish for you to come to me of your own free will, although I do fully intend to entice you, as much as is humanly possible.” Head lowered, his breath fanned her skin then he closed his eyes, his bear prowling under his skin. “Do you agree, Arabel? May I bite you?”
Chapter 4
Within the village along the loch, Isla Matheson awoke with Iain wrapped around her. Her shifter mate had become extremely overprotective since they’d arrived in this time and Nessa had informed her of the babies she carried. Still, she’d traveled through time just as Iain and his brothers had because she too was needed in this coming war, and as one who held the skill of compelling there was so much she could do to give aid.
“Iain?” She gave him a little shake. “It’s morning and I can’t move until you do.”
“I prefer that you don’t move at all. I like this position and having you close.”
“I’m sure you do.” She slid his rumpled black shoulder-length hair to the side then nuzzled his neck. The mark she’d placed there three days ago had faded and her mouth watered to make a new one, to ensure all who saw him were well aware he was hers. Gently, she razzed her teeth over his most sensitive spot and sucked his skin into her mouth.
He groaned, one heavenly deep rumble before he stretched and pressed his thickening shaft into her hip. “My love, this is the very best way to wake me.”
“I’m rather partial to it too. Do you mind if I bite you?”
“I’ll only mind if you don’t.”
“Perfect, because I’m very hungry.” Unable to wait another moment, she bit down and claimed the man who was hers in every way. He jerked, his breath catching then he bit her in return and lapped her skin until tingles rippled through her body and she desired a whole lot more than his bite alone. Aye, this was the very best way to awaken.
Slow and sensual touches followed, sexy kisses that made her lose her mind, and his carnal gaze on hers as he slid so perfectly inside her. She reveled in the moment, in the sheer perfection of two soul bound mates coming together in such harmony. This bond was what every shifter desired and lived for. It was what she wanted for her kin back home, to have the hope restored to them, that their chosen one would await them as her mate had awaited her. She also desperately desired the same bond for Finlay and Kirk, would do anything to aid them in finding their mates.
Iain lifted up a touch and murmured in her ear, “Are you ready to return to the castle?”
“Aye, Finlay has need of us. Last night before he left, he spoke to me of his certainty that his mate was close.”
“Then we’ll find Kirk and leave. I long for my brothers to find their chosen ones, just as I have found you.” Iain rose from their bed and lifted her to her feet as he did.
The ‘power of three’ were at their strongest when they stood together. A formidable presence she too stood beside, no matter what trials or tribulations lay ahead. Certainly the battle to come would be one they would all fight. Iain’s desires were hers, including all that he was, and she wanted it no other way.
Chapter 5
Arabel wanted Finlay’s mark with a deep, burning need, one that hardened her nipples into tight points. “You are beyond enticing, Finlay, and a dream I’ve never allowed myself to have, being with another.”
“Does that mean I can bite you?” He slid his hand inside her bodice and cupped her breast. He thumbed the pebbled peak then dipped his head and licked it. The hot stroke of his tongue sent heat racing to her core and she arched her back and moaned.
“I cannae think straight, and I’m hot, too hot.” Her nipple throbbed, all achy and wet from his kiss.
“There is no heat. You’re in complete control, whether you feel that way or not.”
“You’re wrong. I have next to no control when you touch me the way you do.”
“Do you wish for me to stop?”
“No biting me yet. Kiss me again.”
“I’ll take whatever you’re prepared to give. Kissing it is.” He urged her lips apart and plunged his tongue inside her mouth. His kiss was divine and held an edge of hunger that matched her own. Desire rushed through her and she pressed her breasts against his chest and welcomed every new and needy emotion that raged through her. She stroked down his sides and roamed over his rear. Encased in hip-hugging leather pants, his tight buttocks rocked in her grasp, his shaft full and poking into her belly.
A deep craving for more flooded her and her heat flared, rippled with a wave across the bed curtains and made the wooden posts creak as they expanded. “Finlay, I’m losing control.”
“I can sense it. You’re far hotter than before.” He lifted himself from her, his heavenly weight gone from one breath to the next, then he seized the half-filled pail under the side table and held it over top of her. “Do you wish for this?”
“Aye.”