Free Midnight's Promise by Donna Grant

of the Druid. Her tempting lips, her expressive eyes. That remarkable body he wouldn’t forget in a thousand years.
    Malcolm’s hand moved faster as he pictured the Druid bending over him, her lips wrapping around his cock and taking him deep in her mouth.
    He jerked as the climax took him, his seed spilling onto his hands and stomach. The release gave him a moment’s peace, but it wasn’t nearly enough to calm the raging need pounding within him.
    Long after he was spent, he sat there trying to figure out what to do. If he stayed in Cairn Toul he would have to face the Druid again. Keeping his desire in check might prove more painful than anything before. If he continued on, he might be able to keep the evil from her.
    If he left, his body would once more be his own. Not to mention he wasn’t the Druid’s keeper. She was an adult who could make her own decisions. If she was foolish enough to believe everything the stones told her, who was he to tell her differently?
    Malcolm cleaned himself and rose to button his jeans. He crawled through the small opening and let the cool air wash over him. For long minutes, he stood on the small outcropping trying to decide if he would leave or stay.
    The longer he waited, the more he began to wonder why the Druid had left Aviemore to travel during a storm. More importantly, why did she think she would be safe in the mountain?
    And just who was after her?
    What had she told him? Oh, aye. She knew he wasn’t the one looking for her because he hadn’t asked for something specific.
    There was a chance it could be Wallace after her. Jason Wallace, after all, was a sociopath who seemed to have a backup plan for everything—even death.
    Deirdre had done the same thing, but in the end they made sure she was dead once and for all. The same would hold true for Wallace.
    Especially for what he’d done to Larena. That was when Malcolm knew he had to remain with the Druid. Even if it wasn’t Wallace after her, she was a mie and there were too few of them left in the world for him to walk away so callously.
    Admit there is another reason. Admit you like how she makes you feel. Admit you want her, that you need her.
    Malcolm squeezed his eyes closed at the sound of his conscience. He refused to admit anything. The Druid was pretty, her magic amazing. That’s all it was.
    That’s all it could be.
    He turned and ducked back into the mountain. With sure, confident steps he made his way to Deirdre’s—or now the Druid’s—chamber.
    To his surprise, she was sitting on the sofa in the sitting room with her laptop open and pounding away on the keys. She was so involved with her work that she didn’t notice him for several minutes.
    Malcolm leaned a shoulder against the doorway and observed her. Her dark curls were pulled away from her face in a queue at the base of her neck, but not even that could tame a few unruly curls that broke free and fell tantalizingly against her cheeks and neck.
    She sat with her legs crossed and a pillow cushioning the laptop, her gaze intent and a small frown upon her brow. A notebook sat on the cushion and a pencil lay on the floor where it had fallen.
    “Well, damn,” she mumbled and leaned her head back to stare at the ceiling. A heartbeat later, she lifted her head in his direction.
    As soon as their eyes met, it was like a kick in his stomach. He was sucked into her gaze, enveloped in her magic. It was pleasing, wonderful.
    And startling.
    His body reacted instantly, urging him to taste her lips, to learn her curves. The need was so overwhelming he found himself almost going to her. Thankfully, he stopped himself in time.
    “You’re going to get a stiff neck from the way you’re sitting and looking down,” he told her.
    Her clear blue eyes gave away nothing as she shrugged and looked back at her screen. “Why are you staring at me?”
    “It hadn’t occurred to me to look anywhere else.”
    “Are you always so rude?”
    “Always.”
    She licked her