Charon was tempted to show them who he really was, but it wasn’t time. Yet. “How fares your laird?”
The two men exchanged a glance, but it was the first man who answered. “He’s gaining in years.”
“Is that so?”
“Ye planning on trying to take over this clan, because there are many Highland warriors here?”
The second man nodded vigorously. “Many warriors. Ye wouldna stand a chance.”
Charon laughed and winked at the barmaid as she set down his ale. “I’ve nay desire to rule this clan.” He had another venture in mind, one the village would discover soon enough.
If Charon had his way, Deirdre and her threats would never bother him again.
He suddenly thought of the MacLeods and the Warriors who had joined them. Charon had helped them kill Deirdre, but even then he had known she wouldn’t die easily.
Maybe he should have returned to the castle with the MacLeods. It would have been nice to have so many Warriors he knew to guard his back. He’d watched Quinn, Arran, Ian, and Duncan do it for each other often enough while in Deirdre’s Pit.
Charon had even tried to help them once, though they knew nothing about it. But he would never fit in at MacLeod Castle. There were too many deeds in his past that they could not accept.
He was better off alone. As he always had been.
Galen watched Reaghan soak in the steaming water. He longed to join her, but it wasn’t big enough for the two of them. Maybe he should ask Lucan to build a tub that would accommodate two.
Her encounter with Mairi had upset Reaghan more than she told him, and so he thought a hot bath might help her relax. He never expected to be so aroused while watching her.
Galen swallowed as she tilted her head to the side, her glorious auburn curls pinned atop her head. Her skin glistened from the heat of the water and the candle glow. The flames cast a golden light about the chamber, making her hair appear darker.
“You’re staring again.”
Galen jerked his eyes to her face to find her smiling. “How can I no’ when I’ve your beautiful body to feast my eyes upon?” “Just your eyes?” she said with a sensual smile that made his balls tighten.
“If you want to finish your bath, you’d best keep your tongue silent lest I pull you from the water and show you what I’d like to do to you.” Her lids closed over her eyes for a heartbeat before she rose from the water. Galen’s breath locked in his lungs as he stared at the magnificent woman who had come into his life so unexpectedly.
His gaze locked on small, pert breasts. Her rosy nipples were hard, wanting, begging for his mouth. A droplet of water beaded on a tip, tempting and teasing him.
“Reaghan, you have no idea what you to do me,” he croaked through the desire that burned in him.
One long, lean leg lifted from the water and over the tub’s edge to gingerly step onto the cool stone floor. The second leg followed.
Galen licked his lips, his cock hard and aching. The droplet on her nipple dangled for a moment before it plummeted down her body.
He followed a droplet as it crawled down her flat stomach to dip into her navel then continue downward into the auburn curls betwixt her legs.
Galen had never undressed so fast in his life. Every time he tasted Reaghan, he wanted more. Always more. He couldn’t get enough, couldn’t get close enough to her. Somehow, somewhere from Loch Awe to MacLeod Castle she had stolen a piece of his soul.
He felt as if he had known her for centuries instead of days. It was impossible, yet he didn’t question it. He merely accepted.
“You’re beautiful,” he said as he came to stand in front of her.
He plunged his hands into her hair, scattering the pins that were barely holding her thick locks. He loved the feel of the heavy, silky mass.
Reaghan rose up on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. “And you, my fierce Warrior, are magnificently handsome.” “Magnificent?” he repeated with a grin. “I like that. A lot.”
“Hmm,” she murmured against his neck. “I thought you might.”
Galen sucked in a breath when she wrapped her slender fingers around his staff. She stroked his length and let a digit glide over the sensitive tip. He groaned, lost in the flames of desire, but he never loosened his hold.
“I think you enjoy this,” she whispered seductively in his ear.
Shivers of delight, of anticipation, raced down Galen’s spin. “You have no idea.”
“Should I continue? Should I bring you to your knees with my hands? Maybe my mouth?”
Galen’s cock jumped at the thought of her hot mouth on him. “Only if I can taste you as well.”
Her breathing quickened, her eyelids heavy. “How is that possible?”
“I’ll show you,” he promised as he lifted her in his arms. “Just not yet.”
She wrapped her slim legs around his waist as he brought her against the wall and kissed her. The passion that always simmered between them burst through in an instant.
Their kiss was frantic, their hands searching, caressing, learning. Holding. His hands held her thighs apart, spreading her, opening her. She cried out when the tip of his cock brushed against her moist sex.
The sight of her parted lips, her closed eyes, and the ecstasy that awaited pushed Galen to the brink. He shifted his hips, found her opening, and drove deep inside her.
Her wonderfully wet, deliciously hot sheath wrapped around him, holding him.
“Galen,” she whispered, and sought his lips for another kiss.
Their tongues clashed and separated in time with each thrust of his hips. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, her ankles dug into his buttocks as she urged him faster, harder.
Ruthlessly, he drove inside her again and again, letting the passion, the desire build until they were frenzied with it.
She gasped into his mouth, her body taut. And then she shattered in his arms.
Galen continued to thrust inside her, the urgency to give her more, to take her higher pressed him hard. He wanted to hold back, to take more of her in many different ways, but the sound of her cries as she continued to ride the wave of bliss was too much.
She whispered his name, beckoning him to join her. Galen thrust once more and let his orgasm take him.
Her hands caressed him, her whispered words mumbled in the fog of his climax. He stumbled to the bed and dropped them onto it. She pulled him into his arms, holding him in the shelter of her body as oblivion took hold.
THIRTY-ONE
Logan braced his hands on the cool stones of the battlements and watched the peregrine falcon soar through the air.
The gray and white striped feathers of the bird’s underbelly made it easy to recognize. Which only confirmed to Logan that it was the same bird that had followed them from the castle and back again.
Logan found the falcon majestic to watch as it soared so effortlessly in the sky, its cry touching a chord deep inside him, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to capture it.
There was magic with the bird. The only thing that kept Logan from killing the falcon right then was that he recalled Quinn saying it wasn’t Deirdre’s magic.
At least they knew this bird and what it was about. Better to have a known enemy than an unknown one, Logan’s father had always told him.
The softest of sounds, which only his enhanced hearing discerned, alerted Logan he wasn’t alone. He knew without turning it was Hayden. Logan had wondered how long it would take his friend to find him.
“Did your time away help?” Hayden asked.
