Page 9 of Farlan (Immortal Highlander Clan McKeran #3)

She’d called him “Seneschal” twice now, when he’d never mentioned to her the position he held in the clan.

That suggested she’d fallen under an enchantment and could even be held by the sway of the bastart who had cursed them.

The strangely sparkling red crystals of the stronghold’s stones might play some part.

He also knew he should try to snap her out of the trance, yet the rest of what she’d said weighed on him.

You’re always in my dreams.

That more than anything she’d said vexed him.

The spell trap’s magic indeed altered their dreams in strange ways; they often envisioned fantasies that seemed so real the dreamer became confused.

Had she dreamt such as they lay unconscious together, or had she been sleepwalking when she’d entered the trap?

What in the name of the Gods was happening in the outside world?

“Lass, please,” Farlan said, and then realized how close she’d come to him as her breath warmed his mouth. “I may work with stone, but I’m no’ made of such. ”

“Now you must forgive me ,” she said. “I will not miss this moment.”

A moment later it was too late to stop her; she had pressed her soft lips to his.

Never had he encountered a female so bold and yet so yielding, the fearlessness of her kiss sending jolts of fierce lust through every part of his being.

He had his hands in her hair and his tongue in her mouth before he could stop himself, and the sound she made as she pressed her body to his made his need swell along with his cock.

I cannae take her. She’s mistaken me for another.

Farlan knew he should set her away and calm her until she regained her senses.

He had every intention of doing so, until she pushed up his tunic and tore at her own garments.

When she rubbed her full, throbbing chebs against his chest all the sane thoughts fled from his mind.

How could she be so full, so soft, and lavish him with such wanton affection?

His will crumbled as swiftly as the wall as he ran his hands down the long lyre of her back to the luscious fullness of her arse and lifted her off her feet.

It had been too long since he’d held a woman in passion.

Farlan couldn’t fathom why he’d denied himself for so long when the warmth and life of her made his every penchant rise in a rush to suffuse his thoughts.

He wanted to put her on the floor and come on top of her; he needed to be inside her in another moment, or he would surely go mad.

Mayhap I’ve done such already. Am I crazed, then?

“’Tis wrong, reckoning me the man you want,” he told her as she kissed his chin and jaw and temple, and then hissed in a breath as she bit on his ear lobe.

“We’re strangers, lass. ’Twas another man who, ah, touched and spoke to you in your dreams. I couldnae from inside the trap, and we hail from different times. You dinnae ken me.”

“There is no one else. No one like you. I’ve waited and waited to touch you.” Panting the words, she tugged at his braid, releasing his hair, and then rubbed against the hard length of his cock. “I can’t hold back any longer, and you want me just as badly, Seneschal. Please.”

Farlan gritted his teeth as she reached down to stroke the bulge in his trews.

“You shouldnae toy with a man thus, lass.” He took hold of her hand to remove it. “’Tis unseemly.”

“I’ve never offered myself like this before tonight. I want you so much.” She pressed her fingers through his, locking them together. “Love me, please.”

Women had always liked Farlan, and since the clan had been cursed, many of their female vassals had offered to share his bed out of such affection.

He also suspected the magic that had brought her into the spell trap might yet be holding her in its sway.

He could easily resist her, for in the nine centuries since being torn from his mortal family and held captive by the spell trap, he’d not denied himself.

Although it had been some years since he’d taken a lover, he could have a woman warming his bed any time he wished.

Yet not one had ever spoken as this beauty did, as if she’d opened her heart to him.

He might have resisted her seductive lips and tempting touches, and the compelling allure of her stunning beauty, but her sweet plea demolished him as thoroughly as a giant sledge.

Love me, please.

He tossed his tartan on the floor and kissed her.

I t’s not a dream. This is really happening to me.

Grace had no idea why she’d said the things she had to this man, but she could certainly put an end to this right now.

Over the course of her modeling career she had become at expert at rebuffing unwanted advances with speed and economy—not that this Scotsman had initiated anything.

She had been the one coming on to him while he’d tried to gently refuse her .

Why am I acting as if I’m in love with him ?

In the past Grace hadn’t often indulged in sex.

While she enjoyed the physical workout and the tension release it gave her, her lovers inevitably had expectations that made her uncomfortable.

They’d mostly wanted to parade her around as if she were an expensive sports car they’d bought to make other men jealous.

After they became intimate, the men behaved as if she were their possession.

None had ever asked or cared about what she’d wanted and, like that marketing director, nearly all had considered her brainless.

Farlan muttered something against her lips, and his skin grew hot and damp under her palms.

She wasn’t sure if Tonje’s death was to blame for her reckless behavior, or if it were the result of that odd dream she’d had of the little cottage and garden.

This guy had been there, too, chiding her for scratching her hands on a blackberry bush.

He’d been so careful, so sweet. She tried to remember more, but her recollection seemed patchy, as if there were blank spaces where time had skipped.

He’d been very nice, and had spoken kindly to her, two things she’d found wildly attractive.

The fact that he was built like a plus-size male fitness model only added to the draw; she’d always liked big men with large, gentle hands.

Still, that shouldn’t have turned her into a slut for the guy .

Maybe I was crushed in that collapse, she thought as Farlan drew her down on his plaid. This could be what really happens when someone dies, instead of the bright light thing. This is the man I get, and he wants me, too. How wonderful.

He didn’t drop on top of her or rip at her tattered clothes, but stretched out beside her and pillowed her head on his arm.

He behaved almost tentatively, like he expected her to screech and shove him away at any moment.

That made Grace regret being so snotty with him before when he’d tried to feed her.

No doubt he was as confused as she was. Had he died in the collapse, too?

“Don’t worry,” she told him, slipping her hand over his chest, which seemed solidly paved with hard muscle. “I’ll stay with you if I can.”

“Dinnae make vows you cannae keep, mo ghrian ,” he said, threading his fingertips through her hair.

The way he touched her made all of her senses focus on him. She’d never been so interested in a man.

“I promise to try and stay, then.” She decided she didn’t care how he’d managed to tear down all her defenses; the ache inside her had grown ferocious. “What does that mean, mo ghrian ?”

Farlan looked all over her. “My sunshine.”

Grace gave into an impulse and nuzzled the side of his strong neck so she could fill herself with the cinnamon apple scent of him.

A tremor passed through him as she did, and his hand stroked down the length of her arm to her hip.

He wanted to do more; she would swear to that.

Every other guy she’d ever gone to bed with would have been on top of her and inside her by now, but not this delightful man.

He seemed to be waiting for her to give him permission to be intimate with her, which made her smile for the first time since she’d gotten the call that her mother had died.

We only just met, and he cares more about me than himself. How she knew that was another mystery, but it made everything simple.

“I like your name. I’ve never known anyone named Farlan,” she told him as she moved in and kissed him, taking her time and enjoying the heat of his response. “I want to kiss you for hours.”

“Aye, ’twas my thinking.” He shifted closer and cradled her chin in his palm, his thumb rubbing against her lips as his body heat suffused her. “Take a moment, my lady. Be certain you wish to become my lover. ’Tisnae a thing either of us may forget.”

He was going to make her cry like a baby, this man.

“I hope I never do. You’re wonderful.” It was the first time she’d ever behaved like this, thanks to this wild side that he had brought out of her. “There’s nothing wrong with making love if we both want it.”

“Aye, so we do. Only ken we may also wait for such,” Farlan said, his voice sounding strained now. “I’ll hold you and keep you safe until dawn comes. My brother Rory, he may ken how to release you from this enchantment.”

“You’re being silly now,” she chided. “Magic isn’t real, and I’m not under a spell. This is all me.”

Farlan kissed her brow. “As you say, my lady.”

He had to be the most charming guy in existence, Grace thought.

Trying to be such a gentleman while his hard cock pressed like a throbbing steel bar against her thigh proved how honorable he was.

They’d end up talking all night if she didn’t take charge.

The latter was something she’d never done with a lover.

He’s really not like any guy I’ve ever been with. He’s not thinking about himself. It’s all about me for him.