she couldn’t stay angry at him long.
Just as the dream had taken the sinister road toward the death of the clan, he could have sworn he smelled lilies.
Instantly, the dream changed. He held Larena in his arms up against the door. Her beautiful smoky blue eyes were heavy lidded as she looked at him with lips swollen from his kisses. He took her mouth for another kiss, a moan escaping him when she rubbed her hips against his arousal.
By the saints, he wanted her with a desperation that bordered on insanity. He would do anything, say anything, just to claim her as his own.
Then, with a smile she had moved out of his arms and beckoned him with her fingers to follow. Her scent, that amazing lily scent, went with her.
Fallon woke with a longing that made his chest ache. He kept his eyes closed, trying to go back to the dream and follow Larena. He might not be able to have her, but he could in his dreams. In his dreams, they could have everything.
A sound like a soft sigh reached him. Fallon cracked open an eye to find a woman standing by his window, the moonlight spilling around her and making her golden locks shine as they hung down her back.
Larena.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t sure if she was real or if he was dreaming, but it didn’t matter. She was in his chamber.
He watched, mesmerized, as she ran her fingers through her damp hair. Her stunning yellow tresses fell in soft waves over her shoulders and down to her breasts. She took a small strand and began to braid it absentmindedly.
It was then Fallon realized she was deep in thought, her gaze looking out over the land. He let his eyes roam over her, surprised to find her in a thin robe of pink. He could see every curve, every swell of her body through the sheer material.
He’d already been aroused by his dream, but now he was rock hard.
Suddenly her hands paused and her gaze swung to him. His mouth went dry, and he was most thankful that he hadn’t kicked the covers off as he normally did.
She couldn’t be in his chamber. He didn’t have time to dally with a woman, any woman, but especially one that had invaded his dreams. He had a mission to complete, and he would see it done before anything else.
“What are you doing here?” he asked once he realized she wasn’t going to speak.
She licked her lips, drawing his gaze to her plump mouth. “I told you I needed to speak with you.”
“So you did. This makes twice now you’ve come into my chamber. What you have to say must be very important.”
“It is.”
There was a soft waver in her voice. Was she frightened of him? Somehow that didn’t give him the joy it should have. She had shown him such strength in the little time he had observed her. He couldn’t imagine her frightened of anyone.
He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, careful to keep the blankets over his throbbing rod. “Go on, my lady. Say what it is that is so important that you’ve stolen into my bedchamber in the middle of the night.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it and faced the window. “It was so much easier in my mind.”
Before he realized what he was doing he rose from the bed and walked to her, uncaring that he was nude. He had gone daft, but no matter what he told himself, he couldn’t stop from going to her. She turned to face him, her large eyes wide and searching. But searching for what?
“You shouldna be in here,” he said. It was taking every ounce of his control not to pull her against him and take her mouth in a kiss with enough fire to engulf them both.
She swallowed and let her hands drop to her sides. “I had to.”
“Leave.”
“I cannot.”
He grabbed her by her upper arms and gave her a little shake. “Leave,” he ground out between clenched teeth. Touching her had been a mistake, but he had to make her understand he couldn’t control the hunger that coursed through him.
“I can’t,” she repeated.
He inhaled the fragrance of lilies and nearly groaned. His cock throbbed between them, aching to feel her wet heat. “Larena, you have to leave. Now.”
She looked into his eyes and lifted her face to his. “Nay.”
He knew he was lost then. He couldn’t make her leave, and to make matters worse, he was damned glad she hadn’t. “Then you damn us both.”
Larena knew he was going to kiss her. She’d seen it in his eyes when he’d risen from the bed. She expected a rough kiss born of anger and lust. She never expected the soft touch of his lips and the desire that swarmed her when his tongue swept into her mouth.
She was flooded with the taste of him, and, oh God, how good he tasted. His hands left her arms to move to her neck where he cupped each side of her face. He tilted her head to the side and deepened the kiss.
Larena couldn’t stop the moan that tore from her. The kiss was intoxicating, lulling her like the sweetest wine. And it made her want more. So much more.
The kiss went on forever as heat built in her body and her heart pounded in her chest. Fallon moved an arm to her lower back where he pressed her against him, his arousal pushing into her stomach and making it difficult for her to continue standing. She wound her arms around his neck, loving the feel of his back muscles moving beneath her hands.
His potency stunned her, his tenderness surprised her. She had felt desire for Fallon the first time she had seen him, but now, with every touch and kiss, she was falling farther and farther under the spell of passion he wove around her.
Her mind shouted warning bells, but her body was too far gone. There was no way she could walk away from him now. She was stronger than she had been the first time, and she would make sure no one took advantage of her again. Even if that man could weave such a spell of pleasure around her as Fallon did.
“My God, Larena,” he murmured between kisses.
She couldn’t agree more, but now was not the time for talking. Now was the time for touching and feeling, of loving.
His hands were everywhere, caressing every part of her body, and still it wasn’t enough. She trembled when his hands parted her robe and skimmed over her breasts to her waist. His mouth slanted over hers again, their tongues mating in a frenzy of undeniable lust. She lost all sense of time and place. All that mattered was Fallon and what he was doing to her body.
She gasped at the contact of his skin on hers. She hadn’t realized he had removed her robe. Yet, she sighed at the feel of his heated body against hers. He was so hard, so
Heat flooded her and pooled between her legs, making her ache and throb. She wanted to touch Fallon as he touched her, but every time she tried, he stopped her.
“Not this time,” Fallon said before he kissed her again.
Larena gave up. For now. She was determined to have Fallon again that night, so she would have a chance to know his body. For now, it was enough that he wanted her.
A laugh escaped her when he tossed her back onto the bed and quickly crawled over her. She gazed into his turbulent green eyes. She saw desire as well as worry in his beautiful depths.
“I should have known I couldn’t ignore the hunger you brought out in me,” he said.
Larena reached up and touched his face. “You take my breath away,” she confessed. She knew better than to tell a man such things, but it was out of her mouth before she could stop it. She knew it was the truth and it terrified her, but there was something about Fallon that tugged at her soul.
He bent and placed kisses down her neck and across her chest then to the valley between her breasts. His big, muscular body settled between her thighs, his arousal bumping against her aching sex.
