Free Wicked Highlander by Donna Grant Page A

brothers expect more, and Arran, Duncan, and Ian have joined me.”
    â€œWill that be enough to defeat Deirdre?”
    â€œIt will have to be.”
    Marcail put her hand on his arm and scooted closer to him. Quinn’s heart raced every time she touched him. He wanted to drag her into his arms and kiss her until they were both breathless and lay her down so he could cover her body with his own. To press into her softness, to hear her soft moans of desire.
    â€œAnother Druid can help,” she said. “May I join with you?”
    Quinn’s mouth suddenly went dry. Marcail’s face was breaths away, her breast brushing against his arm. His body was ablaze and the only thing that would quench him was the woman beseeching him with her exotic turquoise eyes.
    â€œOf course,” he answered. “Cara will enjoy having another Druid in the castle.”
    Marcail’s smile was blinding. “Thank you.”
    It was Quinn who should be thanking her. Marcail was special, and not just because she was a Druid. She was extraordinary because she made him feel like a man again.
    The desire flooding his veins must have shown in his eyes because the smile slowly dropped from her face. She didn’t move away from him, though.
    And that was all Quinn needed to give in to the urge to kiss her.

Eight
    â€œQuinn.”
    Arran’s voice broke whatever held Marcail and Quinn. Marcail looked away so Quinn wouldn’t see how desperately she had wanted his kiss.
    It was a startling sensation to want him to touch her. During her brief marriage, Marcail hadn’t enjoyed Rory’s touch or his unfeeling, chaste kisses.
    But with Quinn everything was different. Her heart raced, her breath quickened, and her body burned. She didn’t understand how one man could do such things to her, but she enjoyed it too much to question it.
    Marcail licked her lips as Quinn rose to his feet. There were no more words between the men. Whatever Arran had wanted Quinn to know, just saying his name had conveyed the information.
    Quinn gave a brief nod to Arran before he turned to her. “Stay in the shadows. Doona move, and for God’s sake, doona make a sound.”
    â€œIs it Deirdre?” she asked.
    â€œI doona think so, but whoever it is, I doona want them to know of you.”
    Marcail squared her shoulders. “I’ll do as you ask.”
    Quinn gave her a wink and freed his hair from the queue before he doused the torch. He hesitated a moment, but it was enough that she realized he had transformed into a Warrior.
    The cave was blanketed in darkness, leaving Marcail feeling alone. She huddled against the cool stones. She didn’t think there was time for her to move to one of the darker corners.
    With the light of the few other torches Marcail could see Quinn and Arran take places at the entrance to Quinn’s cave. She also spotted the twin with short hair, Ian, moving near them.
    â€œStay where you are,” Duncan said as he came to stand in front of her. “I will shield you.”
    When Marcail tilted her head to the side she could see Quinn and his midnight skin fading into the shadows that surrounded him. Her curiosity was too great not to want to know what was going on. Her heart pounded in her ears as her anxiety rose.
    â€œEasy,” Duncan whispered to her. “All will be well.”
    Marcail wanted to believe the light blue Warrior, but nothing had been “well” for her in weeks, years even.
    â€œIt’s not Deirdre.”
    She looked up at the big Warrior. Only his silhouette could be seen, but even that little bit showed her his gaze was riveted on Quinn.
    â€œHow do you know?” she asked.
    â€œThe other Warriors. If it was Deirdre, they would hide.”
    The only Warrior she could catch a glimpse of besides Quinn, Arran, and Ian was the one across from them. The Warrior leaned one shoulder casually against the stones, his arms crossed over his thick