Free Kilting Me Softly: 1 by Persephone Jones

ear. “Now spread your legs.”
    She did as she was told.
    “More.”
    The second time she overcompensated.
    “So eager. Too far.”
    Adjusting in tiny increments, Morgan brought her feet closer together.
    “Right there. Stop.”
    She concentrated on the sound of his voice guiding her. Everything else fell away.
    “Just enough that I can see all of you.” He backed up a little. “Do you know what I mean when I say all of you, Morgan?”
    “No,” she answered, her voice soft and subservient.
    “I mean I can see both your beautiful little pussy and your ass.”
    Beyond her control, a sharp chirp of surprise escaped her. Surprise and delight.
    “I can’t decide which one I want.”
    Sweat trickled down her side. She was still wearing her coat and was not permitted to lower her arms to remove it.
    “So I’ll have both.”
    Both? Until recently, she was a virgin. And she had never let a man near her ass. That would explain her thundering pulse. “But first things first.”
    He brought his hand firmly against her backside.
    She yelped, her entire body going up in flames.
    Then another. Enthralled, she blinked away her tears and concentrated on the delicious anticipation of the next whack.
    Then another.
    He slipped his hand between her thighs and dragged it over her clit, through the silken folds of her pussy lips, causing her to arch her back like a cat. “What’s this?”
    No way to hide it. Her desire laid bare, now he saw what he did to her.
    “Mmm.” His voice hummed in her ear, tickling her to her toes. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked it.”
    Emotion taking her by total surprise, she started to weep uncontrollably. There would be no reining it in.
    “Oh God, Morgan.” Conall spun her around and brought her to him in a crushing embrace. “If something happened to you, I’d lose my fuckin’ mind.”
    Morgan let go and cried like a baby. And the beauty of it was he let her. He didn’t chide her, try to stop her or ask questions. He just held her. “You must know you can’t run from Destiny, Morgan. She has an uncanny way of finding you.”
    Lord, did she know the truth of his words. Right about now it seemed Destiny had her big thumb directly on her. And yet it was still difficult to accept. Especially certain parts. “Is it true, what you said about being a wer—”
    His eyebrows lifted ever so slightly. “Werewolf.”
    She put her fingers to his kissable mouth and he took them in his hand. “Is everyone in your family like you and Ciaran?”
    He chuckled softly. “No. Just us.”
    Her eyes flooded with tears and instinctively she shielded her face. “I can’t believe it. I mean, I saw it with my own eyes but…it’s crazy.”
    “No crazier than anything that’s happened so far.”
    Her eyes locked on him once more. Crazy as it was, the man who could morph into a snarling, salivating beast was now the voice of reason. He was right. God help her.
    “How?”
    He shook his head, casting his gaze downward. “It’s a long, ugly story.”
    “Tell me.”
    Conall sighed and paused as if collecting his thoughts. “My father, Alastair McCade, was a married man when he met my mother, Ismay. They had an affair and she got pregnant with my brother and me. My father’s wife Maire learned she was also pregnant. As you can imagine, Maire was devastated. She sought out Elspet, a woman everyone in the village feared, for obvious reasons as it turns out. She agreed to curse my father and his mistress, my mother.”
    Morgan’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh God.”
    “When my brother and I went through puberty, we began changing. When it happened, when we first turned, our mother saw us and went mad. She couldn’t live knowing her sons were monsters. She killed herself. And our father, rest his soul, drank himself to death trying to take care of Ciaran and me.”
    That hardly seemed fair. Any of it. “Why are you being punished for something you didn’t do?”
    Had she really