The last half hour or so, however, had been way overboard.
How many twenty-first-century women discovered they not only descended from a powerful medieval Scottish sorcerer but were part of an ancient pact that claimed they were meant for the rival laird of their fated mate?
I guarantee not many.
Nonetheless, I knew what I had to do now to get Broderick’s mind off everything so he could refocus later with a clearer head. I slipped my hand into his and gave him a look he couldn’t mistake. “Enough talking and thinking for now. Take me to bed.”
“’Tis unwise until we know more,” he said gruffly, the flare of his dragon eyes telling me his inner beast fought his human half togive me what I wanted.Needed, for that matter, the longer I was around him, and I said as much.
“If we only have one night together, then let’s make it count.”
“’Twill be far more than one night,” he growled, shaking his head. “I willnae let him have you.”
“What if you have no choice?” I wondered, burying my fear, praying he didn’t sense it. “What if it comes down to your king’s wishes and the safety of your clan?”
“Iwillnaelet him have you,” he reiterated.
Even as he said it with such bitter vehemence, I knew he worried about his clan almost as much as he did me. Worried about all the lives under his charge, and he should. I would think less of him if he didn’t. He also worried if he took me up on my offer to sleep together, it could somehow put me in harm’s way by disrupting something we didn’t understand, making me even more of a target.
“Not just that,” he murmured, sensing I was picking up on his concerns. “If I lie with you, ‘twill verra well make it much more difficult for our dragons to separate, and we may need to for a time if I have to hide you away to keep you safe.”
“While I appreciate your concern, I’m not the type to be hidden away.” Determined to get our minds off our worries, I shifted close enough that he could feel my heat and pulled his lips down until they were centimeters from mine. “As you know, I’m more the type to live out in the open and on the edge.”
He inhaled sharply, his breath choppy and his strong body rigid as he struggled to hold back, but I intended to make it a losing battle. Something he realized when I flicked my tongue across the seam of his lips and dusted my fingers over the long, thick length straining against his plaid, causing his pupils to flare.
“The more on the edge, the better,” I said huskily, smoothly repositioning myself until I sat on his desk atop the king's letter claiming I might be meant for another man, pulled up my skirts just enough, and reeled Broderick closer before he could deny me.
He shook his head, but it was too late. I had already cast him under my spell, and he knew it as I pulled his lips down to mine and gave him no choice but to kiss me. No choice but to wrap his tongue with mine and allow me to slowly but surely seduce him.
“Not here,” he said, his voice raspy with arousal.
Heat blazed through my veins, and our kisses grew hungrier and desperate.
“Yes, here,” I gasped against his lips, sliding my hands up under his tunic, loving the rock-hard contours of his hot, chiseled muscles and the smattering of hair on his broad chest. The ache between my thighs burst into a raging fire of sensation, and I wanted more. Needed it.Him. Right now.
“Please,” I groaned, meeting his eyes ever so briefly between passionate, tongue-tangling kisses. Fortunately, when I did, my vision hazed red with my inner beast, and that was all it took.
Allhecould take because the next thing I knew, my back was against the cool, hard surface of the desk, and his hand was between my legs, touching where I needed to be touched most right now. I gasped and arched when he seemed to know what I liked, his dragon eyes flaring with raw lust as he watched me, but not for long because I was more than ready for him.
I fought the orgasm already trying to scream toward the surface, and pulled his lips down to mine, kissing him again as he pushed my skirts higher and settled between my thighs. While I appreciated how he thought to ease into me due to his substantial girth, I made it clear with a throaty moan of desperation that therewas no need because I had never been so ready. Never felt my flesh throb like this or my core ache so badly.
Understanding and just as desperate based on his tight expression that bordered bliss, he thrust deep and filled me. I nearly cried out in pleasure but bit my lower lip hard instead, surprised when mini orgasms rolled through me from head to toe. Having no choice but to ride them out and enjoy every minute of it, I clutched his forearms and swore my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Ye’re bloody beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear, peppering soft kisses along my jawline until his mouth hovered over mine, his breath mingling with my breath as if he tried to breathe me in. Inhale every bit of my pleasure before he gave me even more.
Clearly sensing my orgasms easing, he met my eyes when they drifted open and finally moved, combining deep thrusts with just the right amount of hip movement to whip my waning, more minor climaxes into something I sensed was going to be much bigger.
The more he moved, hitting all the right places, the closer I pulled him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around him, relishing the flex of his back muscles beneath my fingers. Relished his pure strength as he drove into me again and again, our bodies struggling to get closer despite the awkward position until a wave built inside me that felt so intense I raced toward it. Or was I clawing my way because I couldn’t help but dig my nails into his back as I screamed toward where he was taking me.
When I felt his hesitation about whether to let go inside me, I gave him no choice because I took him with me when I crested hard and muffled a cry against his neck.
“Hell,” he groaned raggedly, pressing deep and locking up. He trembled against me, his groan a deep rumble of pleasure as he throbbed deep inside me, filling me with hot liquid heat, only heightening my own enjoyment.
I couldn’t say what happened after that other than we seemed to lose ourselves in the pleasure we’d brought each other and drifted in one another’s arms. It truly felt that way, too, as our hearts slammed, and we struggled to catch our breath. We drowned in each other’s scents because they were uniquely ours. Or should I say our dragons’ because they were right there with us, enjoying our pleasure just as much, relishing what had been kept from them for too long.
Eventually, our mouths found each other’s again, with him still buried inside me, and our kisses stirred him once more before he murmured against my lips, “Not here. Not this time. And certainly not that fast.”
I offered a small, sultry smile, finally getting what I wanted. “So you’ll take me to bed now?”
