her legs wrapped around his waist, tugging Galen deeper.
He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with his fingers. She arched her back, his name a whisper on her lips. Her body quivered and writhed beneath him, but Galen wasn’t finished.
His mouth took over for his fingers as he continued to reduce her to a desperately pleading mass. He lifted his head and saw the silent need upon her face.
Galen straightened and unwrapped her legs from his waist. He placed first one leg, then the other, atop his shoulders before he gripped her hips and began to move. He held her steady as he penetrated her again and again, each time going deeper, harder, faster.
The more he pounded into her, the more her breaths came in panting gasps. He felt her body tighten, felt her muscles locking.
He kept her still, immobile even as she came apart before his eyes. He’d never seen anything so profound, so glorious as Reaghan’s face awash with bliss.
Her sheath clutched around his cock, urging him to follow her into oblivion.
Galen didn’t hesitate.
His nerves were stretched taut and burning with pleasure as he continued to fill her. He released her legs and fell forward, his hands on either side of her head as he tipped into his orgasm.
Galen cried out Reaghan’s name as he drove into her once, twice more, before he let go.
Her arms came around him and pulled him atop her. Galen drew in a broken breath. Everything he had ever wanted, would ever dream of was in his arms.
THIRTY-SEVEN
Reaghan lay in Galen’s arms, sharing in the warm glow of their lovemaking. Somewhere between falling asleep beside Galen and now, she had come to realize how much she desperately needed him.
Because she loved him.
The depth of her feelings for Galen was crystal clear now. Why hadn’t she realized it sooner? Her heart swelled, her soul sighed.
Nothing mattered but Galen. And ensuring that Deirdre could no longer harm him or anyone else ever again.
She hadn’t begun to live until he had come into her life. He had given her a family, given her more than she had thought possible.
She wanted to tell him of her love, to shout it from the highest tower for all to hear. Even without her memories, Reaghan realized that Galen made her life complete.
He rose up on his elbows and kissed the tip of her nose. “Have I ever told you how much I love watching you as you peak?” “Nay.” She grinned, embarrassed, but also excited by his words. “You watch me?”
“Oh, aye. I enjoy the expressions that cross your face.”
“I think I’ll keep my eyes open next time and watch you.”
Galen shook his head. “I wouldna advise it. All I’m doing is watching you.”
Reaghan used her nails and tickled his sides. He grabbed her hands and rolled to his back laughing. Someone cleared their throat and Reagan turned her head to find Logan in the doorway.
“I didna realize,” Logan mumbled as he turned his head away. “I just came to see if Galen had recovered. Obviously he has. I’ll let Fallon and the others know.” Once Logan had shut the door behind him, Galen sighed. “Our time is up.”
“Aye.” Reaghan wasn’t yet ready to leave the chamber and face the battle that was coming toward them.
She climbed off the bed and began to search through the scattered clothes for her own. Reaghan pulled her chemise over her head and was reaching for her gown when Galen took her hands in his.
“It will be all right,” he told her.
Reaghan smiled and rose up on her toes to kiss him. “I know. I cannot help but worry though.” “I’m a Warrior, remember?”
“Galen, I…” Reaghan hesitated to tell him of her love. Even if he didn’t feel the same for her, she knew he cared.
He frowned, his blue eyes searching hers. “What is it? Tell me, Reaghan.”
“I lo—”
Galen’s door burst open and Hayden poked his head in and said, “Broc is on his way. Fallon wants all of us in the great hall.” As soon as Hayden was gone Galen turned back to her. “What were you saying?”
“It can wait. Come, I know you want to be there when Broc arrives.” Reaghan smiled and hurried to finish dressing.
Together, they walked from Galen’s chamber. Her apprehension grew the closer she got to the great hall. She needed to talk to Isla or one of the others. They had to help her find some way to end the spell.
Yet as soon as she and Galen descended the stairs Broc arrived.
“The MacClures and their army will be here by first light,” Broc announced.
Reaghan, like the rest of the occupants in the hall, stood silent, each lost in thought.
Logan was the first to speak. “Even with the wyrran they are no match for us.”
“Not to mention that Isla’s shield will slow them,” Hayden added.
Reaghan swiveled her head to Galen. Shield or not, she knew that in just a matter of hours the castle would be under attack. She was confident of the Warrior’s ability, having seen them firsthand, but she still feared for Galen.
“The Druids will hide below the castle in the old dungeons, just as before,” Fallon said.
Lucan nodded and folded his arms over his chest. “I’ll guard them.”
“Nay,” Ramsey said. “You three brothers need to fight together, just as your god intended you to do. You’re unstoppable together, and that’s exactly what we need.” Fallon blew out a breath and bent forward to lean his hands on the table. “Ramsey is right.” “I’ll guard the Druids,” Larena said. “I’ll use my power and stay invisible so that if anyone or anything does get inside the castle they’ll think the Druids aren’t guarded.” “Good idea,” Fallon said, and winked at his wife.
Quinn said, “Everyone else knows their place.”
Sonya cleared her throat. “Fallon, a word.”
“Go on,” he told Sonya.
“The trees are trying to tell me something. They are most urgent,” the Druid said.
Before she was even finished talking Fallon was shaking his head. “I doona want anyone to leave the castle.” “Then let Isla remove the shield,” Sonya argued. “The trees wouldn’t be this insistent if it wasn’t important. They’ve proven that in the past.” Lucan moved to stand beside Fallon. “We cannot chance having the shield removed for even a heartbeat.” “I know,” Fallon said with a sigh.
Sonya strode to stand in front of Fallon. “Get me to the trees, or I go myself.”
Reaghan watched, fascinated by how Sonya dared to stand against Warrior, much less their leader. If the Druids of Reaghan’s village had seen this, they might have realized these Warriors would never harm them.
“I can fly her over the trees,” Broc said. “I’ll stay high enough so no one sees us.”
“All right,” Fallon relented with a sigh.
Broc gave a quick nod. He held out his hand to Sonya, and together they walked from the castle.
“Come,” Marcail murmured next to Reaghan. “We need to gather food. Once we are down in the dungeon, we won’t be able to return until the battle is over and the MacClures are gone.” With one last look at Galen, Reaghan followed the women into the kitchen.
Galen waited until Reaghan was gone before he turned to his fellow Warriors. “My strength is restored.” “And
