Free Highland Fires by Donna Grant Page A

continue eating. Unlike the women on Earth, the Fae didn’t
conceal every part of their bodies and run and hide if someone came
upon them. The Fae body was one of beauty, and they didn’t mind
showing it off.
    Lugus stared at the ceiling as he tried in
vain to tell himself not to look at her, and he begged his body not
to respond.
    She giggled. “I find it odd that you have
changed to this realm’s ways.”
    “A person gets used to something, but that
isn’t it,” he said and turned his back to her so that he looked at
her bed and the pale blue gown.
    “Then what is it? Does my body not please
you?”
    It pleases me too
much .
    “I didn’t come up here to discuss your body
or what pleases me.” He knew he should have continued on to his
chamber and spoken with her in the morn. Yet, instead of walking
out, he stayed, wondering what outrageous question she would ask
him next.
    “True, but that’s what we’re discussing now.
So answer me. Do I not please you?”
    He sighed and leaned against the bed post.
“You know you do. Fae are some of the most beautiful, alluring
creatures in creation.”
    “Exactly. So it only makes sense that you
would please me as well,” she said matter of factly, as if there
wasn’t a debate.
    Lugus turned around, prepared to tell her the
news and leave. Instead, he found himself watching her as she
slowly rose from the table, the light from the single candle behind
her illuminating her silhouette through the thin shift. All the
moisture in his mouth vanished as he simply stared.
    His heart began to beat wildly and his blood
pooled in his rod, bringing it to a painfully hard and yearning
state. All he had to do was reach out and touch her. He could sense
her own need which only spurned his desire.
    But to touch her, taste her would be to give
in to his pleasure, something he had denied himself for too long.
Giving in now would not be fair to either himself or Ahryn.
    With more willpower than he ever thought
himself possible, he said, “I came to tell you the plan for
tomorrow.”
    “The plan?” she asked, her voice low and
seductive.
    “Aye. I discovered the gateway is on the
northeast side of the isle,” he said and stepped away from her
toward the door. “It would take us longer by foot, so we’re going
by boat.”
    “All right.”
    He swallowed and reached for the door. “We
leave at first light.”
    She smiled knowingly. “Why are you fighting
this? We both know what we want.”
    “I have my reasons.”
    “Lugus,” she said.
    “Don’t,” he said harsher than he intended. He
glanced down before gazing into her mystic eyes. “I have my
reasons, Ahryn. Please don’t ask more of me than I can give.”
    Ahryn stared at the closed door, not
believing Lugus had walked out. For a moment she had thought he
would give in, but then something had happened and he had left
before she could say another word.
    Whatever prison Lugus kept himself it, it was
near impenetrable.
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    Lugus hurried from Ahryn’s chamber to his own
and barred the door. He sank onto the bed, his head in his hands as
his body ached with need. If it had been anyone else, he might have
given in if only to relieve himself. But it was Ahryn. A Fae that
had entrusted him with her life.
    He could not fail her.

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    Lugus ran his hands down her bare back and
smiled as she arched away from him. He leaned forward and ran his
tongue down her spine, lingering at the base as he teased a
sensitive spot. He heard her sharp intake of breath and turned her
around to face him.
    He gazed into her Druid green eyes.
“Moira.”
    She smiled at him and leaned down to run her
lips over his. He traced the outline of her mouth with his tongue
and pulled her down atop him. The feel of her full breasts against
his chest made his sacs heavy with need. It had been so long since
he had held her, and he knew once wouldn’t be enough that
night.
    His hands cupped her breasts and tweaked her
nipples.