Free Plight of the Highlander (The MacLomain Series: Next Generation Book 5) by Sky Purington Page B

he pressed against her core, enflamed all that much more by the singeing heat between her legs. Their tongues became almost violent as they twisted, lapped, fought and retrieved.
    Fire flared.
    Between them. Around them. Flames curled in the air fast and furious.
    But the living, breathing element did not burn, only pushed them against one another harder. Colin kept one hand squeezed tight against her backside and dug the other harshly into her hair as he all but ate her alive. There was no other way to describe it. He wanted to be inside her in all ways possible or the other way around.
    He wanted to literally meld with her he felt so strongly.
    With a powerful thrust, he ground against her. So close to releasing he moaned; his body one step away from locking up in what he knew would be incomparable pleasure. To make matters worse, or better depending, Torra cried out into his mouth, her body bucking against him as tremors ripped through her dainty body.
    Bloody hell, she was climaxing.
    And he knew damn well that though caught up in pleasure she was beyond terrified. Though it took everything he had, he tore his mouth from hers, wrapped one arm tightly around her and held her head against his chest. A low mewling whimper broke from her chest then a deep throated wail as she dug her nails into his chest, her body rocking against his.
    Colin felt the fire around them redirect and knew…
    The dragon was trying to come.
    “Gods, Colin, I’m scared,” she cried against his chest.
    He had to handle this just right or she might forever fear intimacy. While every ounce of his being wanted to keep her close, he pulled back, gripped her cheeks tightly and forced her to look at him. As he knew would be the case, her eyes glowed bright white. Her body was on fire, the temperature far higher than a human before it would soon plummet sharply. The streaks in her hair that mirrored her scale colors when in dragon form were aglow. Her skin was sheening over as if getting ready to strengthen and change.
    She was so bloody beautiful is was humbling.
    “ Nathair sgiathach,” he said, “My dragon.” Colin dug deep down inside and embraced a level of calm he only accessed when with his fire. Staring into her eyes, he showed her not fear but strength. “Be what you will. Your beauty is there regardless.” He narrowed his eyes and curled up his lips. “Embrace what you will now. Know that you and only you have control. I will always stand by your side in any form.”
    Torra gripped his arms, her eyes gone in white light. There was no way to know what she saw or felt now. He could only pray that she still heard him. One thing was for sure, even if she shifted into a dragon, he’d stay right here. And if she decided to kill him, which she so easily could, he’d leave this life knowing he’d found the truest of love.
    What he’d absolutely not do is flee. He’d not abandon her.
    Not ever.
    Her skin started to cool rapidly. The dragon was coming. There was nothing he could do at this point but keep looking into her eyes. He still remembered the last time he’d looked at her in such a form. It had been when she flew over the Hamilton castle not that long ago. He’d been absolutely enthralled.
    And completely afraid not of her but for her.
    When at the Defiance, they’d had many long conversations about her fear of the dragon. Colin tended to think more like Iosbail though. She would have been better off telling her kin and embracing the beast rather than putting herself through such pain for so long.
    It had infuriated him that Torra was horrified by what she was and that she thought the MacLomains would shun her. Or even worse, that the whole of Scotland might turn on them. Yet Colin always tried to dissuade her without being overwhelming. Though he might not know her clansmen well, he’d heard plenty about Adlin MacLomain and even Iosbail. That said so much.
    Her kin would have accepted her if for no other reason than they loved