Page 15 of Her Scot of Bygones (MacLeod Dragons #2)

–Hazel–

I KNEW LUCAS and I should be discussing all the memories that were surfacing and the consequences of our actions right now, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to feel him inside me so bad it hurt. With a need I now knew I hadn’t felt since I lost my virginity to him all those years ago.

However shocking and bizarre it was when the memories of us together came rushing back, within minutes, it all seemed natural. Like I was home at last, and a part of me that had been missing had returned.

He made me whole again.

That’s the only way to describe it, as he dropped to his knees and slowly undressed me in a hidden cave I had forgotten I picked out. As thunder rumbled closer and rain started falling beyond our private little alcove.

I had never allowed another man to see all of me like this, both inside and out. Never allowed anyone to see my imperfections because there were a few. I occasionally enjoyed my own cooking, and it lent to my curves, but most of all, the muscles in my shorter leg weren’t identical to the other one because of extra exertion, but Lucas cared no more about that now than when he was younger.

He found every bit of me beautiful and enticing, even as he sat me on the edge of his fur-covered bed and massaged my calf and foot, taking great care to ease my discomfort, and it was way beyond working. Every part of him was, and I made that clear. I had other needs, too, and I made those just as clear by helping him remove his tunic as he knelt before me.

I’m pretty sure my temperature spiked about a thousand degrees when he revealed a far more muscular chest, abs, and arms than he'd had in our youth. Various tattoos curled over his shoulder and upper chest, including one that nearly replicated the Y design in our secret tunnel, telling me, however hidden I might have been, I was still there somewhere in his subconscious.

Rather than ruminate on that and everything that had been taken from us, I helped him remove the remainder of his clothes, and I could not stop staring at him. It was clear he stayed fit and battled often. His body had transformed from that of our youth into rock-hard, sinewy muscles and pure strength, and I wanted to feel every bit of it against me.

In me.

I felt his heavy, rigid shaft when he spread my thighs as I perched on the edge of the bed, and brought his lips back to mine. Kissing him was as good now as it had been back then, if not better, making me realize how every kiss in between that had not come from him paled in comparison.

A complete waste of time.

How else could it be when just the feel of his mouth against mine made my whole body come alive with sensation, every pore receptive to his touch. And it only got better when he pulled me flush against him and kissed me harder. With a skillful passion he lacked in his youth, but not anymore.

I groaned as a powerful craving overtook me and speared my core when I finally remembered how good it felt to have our skin touching like this. A craving that made my blood burn, and caused a dull throb between my legs.

I gasped against his lips when he seemed to understand, and rubbed his erection against me. My senses were so heightened that a heavy orgasm rolled through me, catching me so off guard I would have fallen had he not been holding me up.

“I forgot how wonderfully sensitive ye are,”

he murmured against my lips, as I inhaled raggedly, imprisoned in the pleasure of letting go far too soon.

“How sensitive ye make me in return.”

I remembered him saying that when we were younger. How my fleshly responses transferred to him, heightening everything, so surely we were fated mates. Destined for each other, he had murmured, pleading in my ear when we had made love the first and only time. Surely, everything would work out because he loved me with all his heart.

“And I still do,”

he said softly, his shaft throbbing against me and his eyes drifting with borderline bliss as he felt my release without fully experiencing his own. He wrapped his big, strong hand around the back of my neck under my hair and brought his lips close to my ear as he slowly continued rubbing against me.

“I love ye with everything in me, lass. And I want ye as fiercely as I ever did.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

I whispered hoarsely, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, closing my eyes, and losing myself to the pleasure already building in me again.

“I’m right here…”

I probably shouldn’t have said it, given our circumstances, but it was true.

“I’ll always be here because I love you too.”

I knew the minute the words left my mouth, I shouldn’t have said them because of what he might do if I had no choice but to leave him in the end, but when our eyes met again, it was too late. I realized I would never take those words back. Never not mean them. They were there. They had been said.

And I meant every last one with all my heart.

I showed it, too, when I wrapped my legs around him and shifted my hips, steering just enough of him inside that the beast inside him flared, and he had no choice but to take everything I offered. While I recalled taking him inside me when we were younger, it was much different now. There was no tension or fear about how things might go, but a level of pleasure that made both of us groan as he wrapped his hands around my backside and thrust deep.

After that, everything became a frenzy of passion and sweaty limbs, somehow going from the edge of the bed to being laid out entirely. Sometimes it was slow and passionate and full of soul-deep kisses, and other times wild and fast until my body swelled with such sweet anticipation I knew I was going over the edge again.

I just didn’t know I would be crashing into an abyss of orgasmic perfection as I flew over the edge like a dragon finding her wings for the first time. Right there with me, experiencing the same level of ecstasy, Lucas thrust one last time and exploded with a deep-throated rumble of pleasure as we both cried out from the euphoria of it.

We lingered that way for some time, slick with sweat and pounding hearts, basking in the pleasure we had brought each other. Eventually, his lips found mine once more, and we lost ourselves all over again for hours. I was on birth control, so I wasn’t worried about that, yet I’d be lying if I said I wished I weren’t.

“You know dragons can bypass such things, aye?”

He trailed his fingers along my hip, as if fascinated by my contours.

“Even when you're not in heat, we can bypass twenty-first-century methods if ‘tis your dragon’s wish.”

“I didn’t know that.”

I nuzzled into his neck, forever enraptured by his scent.

“So my human half has no say?”

“Do you want your human half to have a say?”

He steered my chin until he could search my eyes.

“Say the word and I’ll give ye a wee bairn tonight.”

He meant it. I could see it in his steady, hopeful gaze, and while I wanted to say yes because I had always wanted children, I knew right now that was one step too far. We had a bigger picture we needed to consider, and I said so.

“Someday, yes,”

I confirmed, even though I shouldn’t tell him how I felt considering our circumstances, but I could not help myself.

“I would love to have a child with you…when the time’s right. When we know for sure I’m not part of the pact.”

I shook my head.

“I won’t risk your clan’s safety.”

I could tell by the pleasure in his eyes and the flare of his pupils that it was taking a great deal of strength not to give me one right now, but again, he impressed me when he nodded in acceptance.

“I long for the right time, then.”

“Me too,”

I said softly, never meaning anything more. It was hard not to get aroused all over again as I trailed my lips down his strong neck and took advantage of his gorgeous body, just imagining what it would be like to carry his child. Watch him or her grow. Maybe give them siblings.

He must have agreed with my thoughts because the next thing I knew, I was on my back, wrapped up in his strong arms, and we started all over. Again and again until we drifted off to sleep in a tangle of limbs, and I slept soundly, peacefully, dreaming warm, wonderful dreams made up of him and our memories. Of a life and love I had forgotten.

Of not just one boy, but two.

We were racing through the woodland, laughing and having fun. Doing what we did often whenever I was here. How was I here, though? How did I then return to the twenty-first century? I couldn’t remember.

Then I saw a hazel tree looming ahead, and dreaded it, not wanting to go near it when the woodland was suddenly awash in purple. I didn’t want to leave my friends all over again.

“Then dinnae leave this time,”

Lucas pleaded, his voice sounding older now, yet not as deep as it was today.

“Stay with me, Hazel.”

The boys vanished, and I spun back, desperate to go to him, stay with him, but he only grew further and further away. I felt like Alice in Wonderland being sucked down the rabbit hole as I reached out for him, but he was fading.

I was fading.

For a split second, I saw a big, beautiful cobalt blue dragon racing after me, then it snapped away, and another set of dragon eyes arose in my mind. Seering eyes I had seen before.

“’Tis time, lass,”

Evan exclaimed. “Now!”

And just like that, I snapped awake and began the next leg of my journey back to a past I had forgotten, full of both joy and heartache.