Highlander's Seduction (The Matheson Brothers #3)

“Cherub.” His cock went rock hard as her sweet mouth tortured him. She moved, her rhythm sheer perfection and her desire-filled thoughts rolling through his mind as she sent them winging toward him. She wanted to bring him to the brink of release just like this, right before he tasted her in the same way. Then she wished for him to thrust deep inside her channel below and make her fly.

She sucked him harder and he pushed deeper inside her mouth, until a sexual haze blurred his vision. She was a minx, and it was time to take back the control. He flipped her onto her back, planted his head between her thighs and grinned at the sight of her luscious pink folds lit a beautiful golden-red by the firelight. With her legs widened, he licked the plump nub awaiting his touch.

She gasped and wriggled. “I wasnae done.”

“Too bad, because I have a bear greedy for more of you.” With her clit between his lips, he smothered her in attention until she moaned and rocked her hips.

“I feel too much.”

“So do I, and it’s sheer bliss.” He reached up and played with her nipples, the tips so incredibly pink and pointing upward. Needing another taste of those too, he rose up over top of her and devoured every lush inch of her breasts. He nipped and left his mark and she moaned for more each time he did, her back arching as she held his head to her breasts and pressed her nipples deeper into his mouth.

“Kirk, I want you inside me again. Dinnae deny me.”

He couldn’t, didn’t have a chance of doing so.

His cock hammered at him for release and he grazed her hot flesh with his shaft, the head leaking pre-come.

“Aye, you’re so close.” She seized his butt, bucked against him and pulled him into her.

What his woman wanted was impossible for him not to give. She thrashed underneath him and his balls tightened and need pulsed. Crying out his name, she came, her inner muscles clamping down on him and he pounded into her and spurted his essence in one long hot rush. “You’re mine,” he whispered, “always mine.”

“Aye, and never shall we be parted again.” Her eyelids drifted down and she curled up against him and yawned. “I feel so sleepy.”

“Then rest, my love. Sleep as long as you like. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.”

Sleep took her and gently, he tucked her against his chest, right next to his heart which would forever be hers. Beyond content with her in his arms, his soul bound to hers, he gave in and allowed sleep to claim him too.

Peace. The most incredible wave of peace washed through him.





Chapter 9


The chirping of birds and the warmth of sunlight drifted into Cherub’s chamber and stirred her from her sleep. She stretched and caught her breath. Muscles not used before ached in protest, although the discomfort flittered away as the heat at her back and her mate’s wonderfully spicy scent wrapped fully around her.

She wriggled around and faced him and he grumbled in his sleep, slid one muscled leg over hers to keep her in place then purred. His possessive hold made her pulse race, as did the sight of his jaw holding a dark razz of stubble and the wayward lock of inky-black hair curled cutely across his forehead. On one high cheek, a loose eyelash sat. She dabbed it with one fingertip, held it to her lips and gently blew on it. Swirling the air in the room, she sent his lash floating on the breeze, out the window and soaring high into the sky.

She dissolved into the air and reappeared at the windowsill, swept the current carrying his lash ever higher then made a wish on it. “Please,” she whispered, “aid me in ensuring all those who now sense the mated bond taking form, to find their chosen ones.”

“Cherub.” Kirk grumbled her name as he prowled toward her. “Who said you could leave me?” He wrapped his arms around her from behind and crossed his forearms over her breasts. “You’re also standing in front of the window where anyone might see you.”

“There is no one about at the moment.” Arms stretched high, she allowed the morning sun’s golden rays to bathe her body.

“You’re completely captivating with your sparkly skin and will draw attention in no time.” He shuffled her to the side of the window, pressed her front against the wall and nuzzled her neck from behind her. He licked the mark he’d placed on the side of her neck, his erect shaft brushing her bottom. “Ignore that.”

“There is naught about you I could ever ignore.”

“Or I about you.” He twirled her around, caught her up in his arms and walked with her to the golden curtained ambry. Once he set her back on her feet, he searched through her clothes, selected a gown and laid it on the bed. “You need to dress, and preferably before I end up tossing you back onto that mattress so I can have my wicked way with you.”

“That was hardly a warning if ’twas your intention.” She sidled up against him and his stunning golden eyes rimmed with a glimmer of starburst yellow devoured her.

“I want to eat you.”

“That I would love.”