Free Darkest Highlander by Donna Grant Page B

“I’m a Warrior, Sonya. It will take more than a wyrran to kill me.”
    “But you can be killed.”
    “No’ today. No’ by a wyrran,” he said, confidence filling his voice.
    Sonya blew out a breath and shrugged. “I will worry until you come back.”
    “Then I will return as soon as I can.”
    She had left MacLeod Castle to be alone and as far from Broc as she could get. Now the thought of being by herself and without him terrified her.
    How odd that things could change so suddenly in such a short amount of time.
    “Doona fear for me. I’ve lived nearly three centuries avoiding Deirdre and her machinations. I will survive a few hours hunting this wyrran.”
    Sonya believed him, and to prove it, she forced a smile. “I will wait and dine with you for supper.”
    “I would like that.”
    When he took a step closer, her heart began to pound. He lifted his hand to her face, making her breath catch in her lungs. His fingers slid into her hair and around her neck.
    Sonya loved the feel of his calloused fingers, the way his large hand was gentle yet insistent when he touched her. She enjoyed looking into his eyes, seeing the emotions shift and fill his dark depths before he could close himself off to her.
    Ever so slowly, he leaned toward her. His eyes held all the passion, all the yearning, she had ever hoped to see. His forehead touched hers, their breaths mingling as time halted.
    Excitement blossomed and built within her, drowning her in the fervor of the desire that grew between them. It was palpable, tangible. Real.
    She was afraid to move, afraid to speak lest she break whatever held her and Broc. For once, he was allowing her to see his feelings.
    Her skin quivered and begged for more as his thumb stroked her cheek. He brought her closer so their bodies touched, brushed together.
    Sonya’s hands gripped his waist, unsure of what was going to happen and unwilling to release him.
    She couldn’t take her eyes off his mouth, couldn’t stop thinking of kissing him. Of being kissed by him.
    Then his hand lifted her chin and his lips covered hers. For an instant Sonya couldn’t breathe, and then she was flooded with a whirlwind of sensation.
    His soft, warm lips were firm as he kissed her, coaxing her closer, ever closer. Her arms wound around his waist of their own accord. And when his tongue skimmed along her lips, begging entry, Sonya never thought to refuse him.
    The first stroke of his tongue against hers, the first wickedly intoxicating taste of him, was her undoing.
    The kiss intensified, taking her deeper and deeper into the passion that had been calling for her, a passion she knew could only be with Broc.
    Desire grew, swelled as Broc’s arms tightened around her, holding her against him. Passion left a scorching trail through her as it wound in her blood and came to rest in the pit of her stomach, to build as their kisses deepened, the fire growing between them until it was an inferno.
    All too soon, he ended the kiss and lifted his head. For long moments he stared into her eyes. Sonya waited for him to speak or to touch her.
    His thumb grazed her bottom lip softly.
    And then he was gone.

 
     
    NINE
     
    Broc leaned against the door in the hallway and closed his eyes. He shouldn’t have given in and kissed Sonya. The sweet, blissful taste of her was in his mouth and on his tongue. Her scent was on him driving him wild with a need so primal, so primitive Broc shook with it.
    The feel of her hands as they looped around his waist and her curves pressed against him, her passion as she returned his kiss. All of it would be his undoing.
    He wanted nothing more than to walk back into the chamber and claim another kiss. He longed to kiss her through the night, learning her body and hearing her sighs of pleasure as he made love to her again and again.
    But he couldn’t. He had a wyrran to kill.
    Broc’s eyes opened and he felt his fangs fill his mouth. If he couldn’t relieve his body, he would appease