Page 14 of Highland Secret (The Highland Magic #1)

W here am I? Warmth cocooned her nude body in between the sumptuous sheets of the massive bed upon which she lay.

“Kilrock Keep.” The thick brogue startled her. She’d been unaware that she’d spoken aloud, or that she was not alone. “Yer new home.”

“Roderick.” She breathed. Bolting upright, she greedily took in the man standing before her clad in nothing but a heavy blue, green, and black kilt.

Eyes glittering with pleasure, desire, and possession, he slid the kilt down his lean hips and joined her on the bed.

“I can’t. My leg…”

What about yer leg?” He rumbled in her ear, sliding his very large, very naked frame against her skin.

“What?” No gashes, no pain, only healthy pink skin streaked with fine veins.

“Magic,” he whispered with hot lick at her lobe. “Ye’ve made me quite powerful, my lady. My Mate.”

Shivers wracked her as his hot breath touched her skin at his words, causing liquid warmth to pool between her thighs.

He breathed deeply and pressed his throbbing length against her hip. “I’m afraid ye’ve accepted me, Evelyn. I canna let ye go now. But I can love ye, ‘til the end of my days if ye’ll let me.”

She silently regarded him for a moment, turning to face him, resting her head on her palm. He looked arrogant, aroused, vital and… vulnerable.

“Which will be a long time, I’ll have ye know.”

Winding her fingers through his loose and silken hair, she cupped the back of his head and drew him to her for a heady kiss. “I suppose I’ll just have to love you in return.” She whispered and tightened the hand in his hair, pulling it sharply.

With a pleasured growl his head snapped back and his eyes closed. When next they opened, the burning darkness of the beast peered out at her.

Rising to his knees and roughly rolling her to her stomach that strange, preternatural ticking purr permeated the room.

Yes, a sensual thrill coursed down her spine. Now she would acquaint herself with her Berserker.