and deep, the need sharp and greedy as it coiled low in her belly.
“Please, Lucan. I need you,” she begged.
He nuzzled her neck. “And you will have me. First, I want to take my time with you. I needed you too desperately the first time. I willna be rushed now.”
Cara put her forehead against the cool stones and moaned. He massaged her breasts, teasing her nipples until they ached and the throb between her legs made it nearly impossible to stand. She closed her eyes in rapture when his fingers parted her curls and touched her heated flesh.
Her legs trembled, her heart thudded, and all the while Lucan leisurely traced her sex. He pushed a finger inside her, and Cara cried out from the pleasure.
His free hand threaded through her hair and pulled her head to the side. “More, Cara?” His voice was husky with his own desire.
“Aye. More.”
Instead of moving his finger inside her as she expected, he withdrew it and circled her clitoris. Her knees buckled under the sensations.
Lucan gathered her in his arms and walked to the bed. He laid her down and leaned over her to suck a nipple deep in his mouth.
She clutched his head to her breasts, the yearning swarming her. He bit down gently before moving to her other nipple. Her sex throbbed, eager to have him fill her. She raised her hips and rubbed them against his chest.
When he kissed down her stomach, she watched him. He nipped first one hip, then the other, before he glanced up at her and settled between her legs. Cara sighed as he licked the inside of her thigh. She had no idea her skin was so responsive there.
A heartbeat later she cried out when his tongue licked the sensitive flesh of her sex. His tongue was hot and wet and felt wonderfully sinful. He licked and suckled her clitoris until she was mindless with need, her body shaking with desire.
She clawed at the cover as he wound her tighter and tighter toward her climax. And suddenly the heat of him, his hardness, plunged inside her. Then he began to move with short, quick thrusts and long, hard thrusts. Each time he took her higher, her body floating with pleasure.
With his hands on either side of her head, she gripped his buttocks and felt his muscles clench and shift as he drove inside her. She looked into his eyes and saw his hunger.
“We are bound,” he whispered.
She screamed his name as she peaked. Wave after wave of bliss stole over her, drowning her in an abyss of joy. She clung to Lucan and felt him shudder as he plunged inside her and touched her womb. His seed filled her as he whispered her name into her hair.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
It took Lucan a moment to catch his breath. When he opened his eyes he found Cara staring at him, a soft, contented smile on her face. He had given her that look. He had been the one to pleasure her fully. A satisfied smile tilted his lips. He pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. She turned and curled against him, her head on his chest.
He wrapped an arm around her, needing to touch her. It scared him how much she meant to him. The thought of losing her sent him into a panic. He had tried to tell himself it was because he had been without a woman for so long, but he knew that for the lie it was.
“How long do you have before it’s your turn to stand guard?” Cara asked.
“A few hours yet.”
“Hmm.”
He glanced down at her and grinned. “Do you have something in mind?”
“Oh, aye. I do.”
He chuckled and kissed her forehead.
“Thank you for the window covering.”
“It will help keep out the cold. This way you can light as many candles as you need.”
“We need to save the candles.”
“Don’t worry over the candles. You light as many as you need.”
She turned his face to her and ran her thumb over his lips. “You’re a good man.”
He grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. “You wanted Galen here. Do you really think he can help?”
“You don’t trust him.” It wasn’t a question.
He shook his head. “I find it difficult to trust anyone.”
“You trusted me.”
“It was your eyes.”
“My eyes? What about them?”
“They’re stunning. I looked into them and was lost.” As soon as he said the words, he knew them for the truth they were.
She kissed his chest and smoothed her hand over his abdomen. “I believe Galen, Lucan. Give him a chance.”
“I am or he wouldna be here now.”
“What is it you don’t trust?”
“I find it hard to believe that so many Warriors escaped Deirdre. She’s too cunning for that.”
She shrugged against him. “I gather from listening to Galen that things have changed in Deirdre’s mountain. If she has imprisoned so many, then it is logical that they could escape. Especially if they’re Warriors.”
“And not be detected? I don’t know.”
“I don’t think we will know that until we realize how many Warriors there are. If Galen is right and there is a list, we could get an idea of the number.”
He wound a strand of her chestnut locks around his finger. “I’ve been thinking back to the tales of the Warriors I heard as a child. I used to not understand why they were repeated so often, but now I know it was because the storytellers wanted us to know what had happened.”
“But were too afraid to write it down in case it fell into the wrong hands.”
“Aye, I think so. No matter how hard I try to think, I cannot remember if we were ever told how many Celtic clans there were.”
She traced designs on his chest with her nails, lulling him. “Was it clans, as you’ve been told, or families? There were many clans, but with each clan there were several families, and each could have had a Warrior.”
Lucan stilled. “It could be something else to throw off anyone who sought to find the Warriors again. They would think it was one number . . .”
“When there were actually many more.”
“God’s blood, Cara. If it passed down to brothers like it did with us, we could be looking at any number of Warriors.”
She leaned up and kissed him. “You MacLeods are a rare breed. I cannot think of another family who would have three strong Warriors at the same time.”
“We were a feared clan,” he said as he rolled her onto her back. “Have you not heard the legends about us? There are no other Highlanders like a MacLeod. We’re loyal and some of the greatest lovers to ever walk the earth.”
Her hands wound around his neck. “Oh, aye, milord. I’ve seen for myself your skills as a lover.”
“I don’t know. I think I may need to give you more lessons.”
She laughed as he nuzzled her neck. “I think you might be right.”
A whistle echoed in the silence of the night. Lucan stilled and lifted his head to listen.
