Highlander's Seduction (The Matheson Brothers #3)

“Thinking is currently not permitted.” He lowered his mouth to her, his lips so aching soft as he joined them together, then he deepened their kiss and licked her tongue, his breath mingling seductively with hers.

Aye, thinking shouldn’t be permitted. Why not live in the moment, even if only for one night? Granting herself at least that much, settled her deep inside. Gently, she sucked his lower lip into her mouth then indulged in her need for more. She kissed him, deeply, then grasped his shoulders and pulled him fully on top of her, his heavenly weight exactly what she needed. She melted into the sand, reveling in his warm spicy scent as it surrounded and embedded itself into her. “I like your kisses, Kirk.”

“I’m sure I could convince you to like a whole lot more of me if you were only open to the possibility.”

“I also like your intriguing mind.” She kissed him again and he kissed her back. In all the centuries that had passed her by, never had she taken one stolen moment like this and kept it all to herself. Being with him right now was all she desired.

“This could get rather addictive, rather fast.” He lifted his head and grinned at her, and she grinned right back, not that he could see her smile. “Don’t you think so, my elusive imp?”

“Very addictive and also very wrong.” She sank her hands into his hair and raked her nails lightly across his scalp. “Kirk, I dinnae wish for you to live a lonely life, so should you wish to join with another—I mean—you shouldnae miss out on all life has to offer just because your soul was bound to the wrong woman.”

“You are the perfect woman for me, and I’ve already given you my vow. I will not forsake it.” He rubbed his nose against hers. “You also need to give me something to hold onto, to keep my hope alive, that you might one day change your mind. Give me your promise in return, Cherub, that you’ll at least consider allowing our bond to take.”

“I cannae.” She shook her head, and he pressed his palms to her cheeks and followed her movement.

“I see. You’re going to be a stubborn mate.”

“I am not a stubborn mate but a wise one.” She palmed the back of his head and brought his mouth back to within a breath of hers. “I also wish for another kiss.”

“So do I. Of at least that we’re in complete agreement on.” He swooped in and kissed her, taking her breath away with his passion. He was a seduction she desired more of and she couldn’t help but give into her current need. Living a thousand years alone hadn’t been easy. ’Twas time to give into her destiny, even if only for this one night.



Kirk kissed Cherub with all the longing he’d held deep inside him these past five years. He caressed her sides, roamed down and gripped her hips. He rolled them both until she came up on top of him, her cape sweeping his sides and her hood falling softly over her head. Within the cocoon of fur, he caught a glimmer of her features, one delicate earlobe, the partial sight dazzling and making him blink. Did her skin sparkle? Or was that just his imagination? Hell, he longed to see more of her, to have her fully uncloak herself, but so too he also understood her desire not to. She worried that in allowing their mated bond to take form, her calling to bring those who were soul bound together would no longer take precedence. Only she didn’t know him. He’d do all he could to aid her. Never would he hold her back from her duty.

“Mmm, Kirk.” She murmured his name against his lips then kissed him again, so deeply and completely he fell into her silken web. Nowhere else did he desire to be other than right here with her. She scattered each and every one of his thoughts, so swiftly and decisively. All that roared through his mind was the need to mate, to mark his chosen one and to never let her go.

“I need more, Cherub.”

“I cannae allow a joining.”

“I understand, but surely you can allow me to see to your needs and mine, or at least to take the edge of this hunger riding us.” The front tie of her cape tickled his neck and he groped for the elusive ribbon, tugged it loose and pushed her cloak from her. As soon as the fur left her body, it became exposed to his sight in the moonlight. Eyes closed, he used every one of his bear’s senses to its fullest extent to memorize what he could of her. Her scent, fresher than the air itself, embedded itself deeply within him. He wanted to smother her in his own scent, to ensure all who came near her knew she belonged to him. Nuzzling her neck, he licked over her thumping pulse. The deep desire to bite her as his shifter kind did raced through his blood until it became an unstoppable beat.

One night. She’d promised him this one night, and he intended to make it the most memorable one she’d ever known. Following that, he’d continue to convince her of his pure intentions.

A low rumble vibrated in his chest as he pressed himself against her and sucked on her offered skin. She was all woman, and all his. “I need to bite you, and for you to bite me in return. Mark me as yours, Cherub.”