Free Forbidden Highlander by Donna Grant Page B

has a wyrran appeared in the castle. Not until you came.”
    “Good. I also think we should leave first thing tomorrow.”
    “All right,” she said, and walked to the bed. She sank down on it, unmindful of her nakedness and the effect she had on him. “I’ll tell Malcolm as soon as I see him.”
    Fallon felt his cock stir. He wasn’t surprised he wanted her again. Being with Larena had been … amazing. It might have been three hundred years since he had lain with a woman, but he knew no one had touched him the way she had.
    She smiled and dropped her eyes to the floor. “I’ve looked for the MacLeods for so long. It seems strange to have found you now.”
    He moved to stand in front of her and cupped her face in his hands. He lost himself in the beauty of her smoky blue eyes. He could only imagine what it had been like to be forced from her clan. It brought to mind how many times he had failed his own family.
    “I give you my word, Larena. I’ll not abandon you.”
    Unable to help himself, he bent and placed his lips over hers. She wrapped her arms around him and sank into the kiss. The spark of desire flamed once more. Fallon could no more stop the lust from swarming his veins than he could stop his body from breathing.
    He gently pushed Larena back onto the bed and covered her body with his. Her soft curves, all womanly and seductive, made his head spin. How he had gone so long without the touch of a woman surprised him. He had missed the warmth of a female’s hand, the soft sighs, and gentle caresses.
    Just knowing that she was a Warrior, that she knew what he was and what was inside him, unleashed something primitive. He wanted to claim Larena for his own. The thought of another man, another Warrior, touching her made him see red.
    Fallon skimmed his hand down her side to the indent of her waist and over her gently flared hips to the curls nestled between her legs. He was wild for her already. He wanted to sink into her heat and thrust inside her again and again and again.
    He groaned when he felt how wet she was. “You’re ready for me.”
    She nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. “I don’t know what you do to my body, Fallon, but don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
    He wouldn’t. Not now, not ever. God, what was wrong with him that he had no control over his body when he was around her? He saw Larena, or smelled her, and he had to have her.
    Fallon lifted her leg and thrust inside her. She cried out, her nails raking down his back. Her passion only spurred him on. He pulled out until only the tip of him remained, then he plunged inside her until he touched her womb.
    She cried out his name, her body bucking beneath his. He felt his climax roaring closer, but he didn’t want to go without her. Fallon moved his hand between them and found her clitoris. He stroked the little nub in soft circles until it was swollen and Larena writhed with mindless desire.
    He loved how she responded to his touch. At one time he had thought he’d forgotten how to pleasure a woman, but it all came back with one touch to Larena’s luscious body.
    “Fallon,” she cried, her hips rising to meet his.
    He knew she was close to peaking. He closed his mouth around one of her nipples and sucked it deep in his mouth. Her body jerked beneath his as her orgasm claimed her.
    Fallon lifted his head and watched the look of utter abandon on her face. It was beautiful. He forgot everything when he felt her clenching around his cock. No longer could he hold off his own climax. He thrust his hips once, twice, and then it took him. He closed his eyes, his body throbbing as his seed spilled inside her.
    Sweat covered their bodies, and his arms were shaking from holding himself above her. He opened his eyes to find her watching him.
    “What have you done to me, Fallon MacLeod?” she whispered.
    He had no idea, but he wanted to continue doing it.

EIGHT
    With her body sated, Larena began to drift off to sleep. He moved the covers over