Midnight's Temptation

toward him. He licked his lips, the need to hold her in his arms and taste her sweet mouth again too much to bear.

Control over his god and his urgings had been something Phelan learned quickly. He reined in his desire. Barely.

His cock ached to be inside Aisley, to hear her scream his name as he filled her again and again. And no matter how long it took, he would have her in his bed.

Phelan wound a strand of her midnight locks around his finger. “How long will you make me chase you, beauty?”

While he watched her sleep, he did another search on his phone and learned about migraines. By the time he finished reading the fourth Web site, he was frowning.

He had no idea they could be so debilitating. Was she light sensitive or sound sensitive? He recalled the way she had worn her sunglasses in the eatery at lunch and decided she must be light sensitive.

Phelan rose and hurried to close the curtains to block out any light that might filter in from outside. He didn’t bother with a lamp since his enhanced eyesight allowed him to see just as clearly in darkness as it did in the light.

He resumed his seat next to the bed and let her magic wash over him. It wasn’t as … clean … as when he felt mie magic. It was almost as if Aisley’s magic held a drop of excitement, a punch of attitude, a dash of charm, and a bucket full of seduction.

It was a mixture he’d never encountered, and the more he was around her, the more he craved her magic.

Phelan comprehended all too well that he was treading on dangerous ground. During the first weeks he chased her, he told himself it was because she was the only woman who hadn’t fallen easily into his bed.

Now, he was sure it was much more than that. Aisley enchanted him, captivated him … enthralled him as no one had in the very long years of his life.

That in itself should be making him run the opposite way. He wasn’t the settling-down type. He was a wanderer, a drifter. The life suited him.

The more he thought of Aisley and his confusing feelings, the more restless Phelan became. He paced the room, but it didn’t help.

He should walk away, leave and never look back. Charon was counting on him. Wallace had to be found and Aisley was a distraction he didn’t need.

Finally he walked out into the hall and drew out his mobile. He stared at the screen wondering if he should tell Charon about Aisley. Charon was always the voice of reason. If anyone would know what he should do, it was the man he called brother.

His finger hovered over Charon’s number, but he couldn’t dial it. At the last second he chose another number. Though Phelan had never called Malcolm before he’d heard how the others could never get him to answer. So, imagine Phelan’s surprise when Malcolm answered on the second ring.

“Did you find him?” Malcolm asked.

Phelan flattened his lips. “Well, hello to you as well.”

“Did you?” Malcolm repeated in a flat voice.

“If I did, do you think I’d be so casual?”

There was a slight hesitation before Malcolm said, “Nay.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m in the north up near Wick.”

Phelan leaned his head back against the wall. “I’m south of Glasgow and have felt nothing of Wallace.”

“I have no’ either. The MacLeods will be joining in the search soon.”

Phelan’s eyes snapped open. “All the Warriors?”

“Nay. Just the brothers.”

“How do you know this?”

The sound of a hollow laugh filtered through the phone. “Because I know Fallon. He willna stay cooped up for long, regardless of what Larena wants him to do.”

“We could use the extra help.”

“Aye. I’m going to go back by Wallace’s mansion tomorrow and see what I find there.”

“That’s a good idea,” Phelan said. “What do you know of Wallace’s associates?”

“The other droughs? No’ much other than the few that survived scattered.”

That was interesting. “How many survived?”

“Maybe two. You wanting to find them?”

“I’m thinking it might be a good start if Wallace does come back.”

Malcolm grunted. “Everyone assumes he died in that blast.”

“You were there. You know how powerful that was.”

“I also know there was potent magic being used by Wallace and the other Druids. That magic could’ve sent him anywhere.”

Phelan raked a hand through his hair and sighed. “Meaning he could be in the future?”

“Or the past, or floating in another reality.”

“Bugger it. We could be searching the rest of our lives.”

Malcolm blew out a breath through the phone. “Wallace waited a year to get everything in order before he attacked us. If we give him that kind of time again, we may no’ win.”

“I think we’ve all realized that. Let me know what you find tomorrow at Wallace Mansion.”

“Who is she?” Malcolm asked.

Phelan paused. “Who?”

“The woman who’s got you spun around.”

Phelan chuckled softly. “There’s no woman.”

“There’s always a woman with you, but more than that, you’ve never called me, Phelan.”

“I was calling about Wallace.”

“There’s no reason to lie.”

“Your power is supposed to be lightning, no’ knowing if someone is lying through the phone,” Phelan said through clenched teeth, wondering if he was as easy to read as Malcolm made out.

The sound of a car passing came through the phone before Malcolm said, “It’s in your voice. You seem preoccupied.”

“It is a woman. I want her.”

“Then have her as you do all the others.”

“It’s no’ that simple. She doesna want me.” Phelan could have sworn he heard Malcolm laugh, but the sound of another car drowned it out.

“I’m no’ the one you should be talking to about this. Besides you, I’m the only one without a mate.”

“I doona want the others to know.”

“They willna hear it from me,” Malcolm vowed. “I’ll let you know what I find tomorrow.”

The phone went dead. Phelan shook his head as he pocketed the phone. Why had Malcolm answered his call when he didn’t answer the others? Was it because they were the last two unmarried Warriors?

“Looks like we’ll be bonding then because I’ve no interest in tying myself to one woman,” Phelan said as he turned and entered the hotel room again.

Aisley was still sleeping. It took all of ten minutes for Phelan to decide to help her. He couldn’t stand to see her in pain, and knowing that the morning might not bring relief solidified his decision.

He turned his arm over to look at the veins on the inside of his wrist. His blood did amazing things. He was able to heal anything. The only thing he couldn’t do was bring someone back from the dead.

Not once had he questioned what his blood could heal until Charon had been hit with the X90 bullets and the drough blood in them consumed his body. No matter how many times Phelan used his blood in the wounds, it did nothing.

At least Phelan now knew it was something Wallace did to the drough blood, but it didn’t make it easier to bear knowing not even he could have saved his friend.

Phelan held his left wrist over Aisley’s mouth and let his claws lengthen from his right hand. With a flick, he