Highlander's Seduction (The Matheson Brothers #3)

Inside her chamber on the second floor of the keep, Isla Matheson toppled back onto the blanketed bedcovers with a soft sigh, her rich red skirts settling around her as Iain bolted the door and prowled across the room toward her. She grinned at him. “You look like a hungry bear who hasn’t been satisfied in a while.”

“Last night feels like a lifetime ago, and rising at the crack of dawn to train with Finlay in the hope Kirk would soon return was sheer agony, particularly when I knew you lay naked in our bed.” He set one knee beside her leg then sank down on top of her. “Tell me if I’m too heavy for you? I wouldn’t want to squish our cubs.”

“They are too little to squish, and you always feel sublime on top of me.” She slid her hand over his heavily beating heart and he lifted up a touch and caressed the slight rise of her belly, one barely discernable but still there all the same. Pure joy lit his eyes, just as it had when she’d told him about Nessa’s vision. The seer had seen they would have two sons, both seers. “I can’t believe Kirk is mated to a time-walker. How intriguing is that?”

“Very. As lads, the tale of the Fae Angel of Love used to enthrall us. To think she’s real, not just a legend at all, is incredible.”

“I hope she feels comfortable soon in showing us all her true form. I’m going to love having a new sister, right alongside Arabel.”

“Right now, I’d rather you feel comfortable showing me your true form.” He traced one finger along the white silk edging her red sweetheart bodice. “Your breasts are fuller. Are they more sensitive?”

“They are when you touch me like that.” She loosened the laces at the front of his shirt and tugged his collar to the side. The mark she’d placed on his neck three days ago had faded and the need to bite him again, to imprint her mark on him and ensure everyone knew he was hers, thrummed strongly through her. He was her mate and everything within her longed for more. “Come closer,” she breathed.

“You wish to bite me?” He stretched and angled his neck for her.

“Aye, as well as to nibble on the rest of you.”

“My love, there is nothing I love more than being nibbled on by you. I also love it when you get all hot and bothered and completely demanding.”

“I seem to be far more demanding than usual. My bear has an insatiable appetite since I’m unable to shift while expecting.” Unable to wait another moment, she razzed her teeth over his most sensitive spot then bit down and claimed the man who was hers in every way. He jerked, his breath catching then he pressed his lips to her tender skin and bit her in return. Tingles rippled through her body and she rocked against him, his bite only the beginning of all she needed.

Aye, he was hers, her soul at ease only when they came together as one.





Chapter 6


Giggling, Arabel grasped her sapphire skirts and dashed upstairs to the third floor as Finlay chased her, the one thought on his mind clear for her to read along their merged link. “’Tis the middle of the day, Finlay. What will everyone think if we disappear for hours on end?”

“I care little about what time of the day it is, only that I have you in my arms. Got you.” He scooped her up then strode down the passageway to the last door and entered their chamber. With his hip, he knocked the door shut then whispered in her ear, “You are in so much trouble for running in the wrong direction. You should have been racing toward the cavern, not this room.”

“I adore our cavern.” The underground cave they’d claimed as theirs held a large pool of cool water and was hidden deep within the earth at the base of the cliffs farther along the loch. The cove was a place few tread to with it being beyond the marshy swampland. The cavern though had become their sanctuary and saving grace, the one place where they could safely come together as one since her fire skill reared during moments of intense intimacy.

“For now, I’ll just have to steal a few kisses and a couple of bites to tide me through until we can get to where we need to be.” He set her down next to the side table and poured water from the jug into the basin. “For you, just in case.”

“It sounds like you intend to steal far more than a few kisses and bites.” She dunked her hands into the chilly water since ’twas impossible to say no to her mate.

“Keep your hands dunked”—he brushed in behind her, swept her long blond hair to the side and exposed the column of her neck—“because I’m famished for a taste of you.”

“If I burn this castle down, then ’twill be all your fault.”

“Is that so?” His warm breath feathered across her skin and sent tingles racing through her body. Her nipples hardened and poked her satin bodice, a terribly delicious sensation that had her arching her back and pressing against him for more. “You want me to touch you, my sweet?”