the child she longed to have and who would fulfill the prophecy told to her long ago.
She had never wanted anything as desperately as she wanted Quinn, not even the power she killed for. There was something about Quinn that drew her. Nothing had ever been denied her, and Quinn wouldn’t be an exception. He might not comprehend it now, but she could offer him the world and beyond.
Deirdre caressed his freshly shaven jaw then down his chest, which rippled with muscles, to his taut stomach and lean hips. Then she wrapped her fingers around his flaccid rod.
She could use her magic to make him want her, but she wouldn’t have need of that. Once she showed Quinn the pleasures that awaited him in her bed, he would eagerly come to her on his own. Besides, if she used her magic, he could not impregnate her with their child, and she couldn’t chance that, not after finally having him in her grasp once more.
“Sleep, my king,” she whispered, and kissed his cheek. “Your body needs to heal properly, and it won’t do that if you wake to find yourself in my bed.”
Deirdre continued to stroke his cock until it hardened. She smiled. This was just the beginning, and even though she wanted to climb atop him and lower herself onto his arousal, she wanted him awake when they joined. Awake, and willing.
“Do you like my touch? I know what brings you pleasure, Quinn. In my bed, you will experience delights beyond your imagining.”
She kissed his chest and pumped her fist up and down his hard length. His hips rose to meet hers and his lips parted on a low groan full of need and desire.
The MacLeod brothers had kept themselves apart from other humans, and in doing so, they had denied themselves the physical release their bodies demanded and the insatiable appetites they experienced as Warriors.
His rod grew longer, thicker. She leaned over him and took him in her mouth. His hips rose off the bed, pushing himself farther into her mouth. She took all of him, moaning as he began to thrust faster. He tasted divine. She used her tongue to give him more pleasure and sucked him deep. All too soon his body jerked and his seed filled her mouth.
Deirdre ground her hips against his thigh and kissed up and down his cock. He was magnificent, and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. It was too bad he was asleep.
Her need spiked as she gazed at his rod resting on his stomach now, still semihard from her caresses. She could give herself pleasure, but she needed something more.
Deirdre rose from the bed. “Find William,” she ordered a wyrran. “Send him to the bathing chamber where I’ll be awaiting him.”
The wyrran scurried off to carry out her command. Deirdre undressed and moved to lie beside Quinn. Her body trembled to take his, to have his hard length on top of her. Yet she had to be strong. If she took him now, everything she had done, all the power she had accumulated, would have been for naught.
It infuriated her that she, the most powerful Druid ever, couldn’t make the one man she wanted need her. This was the lone instance where her magic was useless.
In order for her to have the child that had been foreseen, no magic could be used on Quinn or the child would never be conceived.
Deirdre had thought breaking Quinn would be easy. She should have known he would fight her. But that was one of the reasons she had chosen him as her king.
The rage inside Quinn couldn’t be denied for long. It was only a matter of time before he was hers. Lucan and Fallon could try all they wanted to turn Quinn away from her, but they would fail.
Then, all three MacLeods would be hers.
Chapter Twenty-One
It was hours before dawn when Fallon woke to find Larena still in his arms. He watched her sleep for a moment before he allowed his hands to caress her supple body. Her body was lithe and her muscles toned, but she had the curves of a woman that could make a man hard just thinking about them.
He cupped a breast and ran his thumb over her nipple. The tiny bud hardened and strained toward him, as if seeking more of the pleasure he wanted to give her.
To his surprise, her lips moved against his neck, licking him. The feel of her mouth against him sent a bolt of desire straight to his cock. It thickened, straining to be inside her once more.
Larena moaned and reached between them to wrap her hands around his arousal. “Is this what you thought I came for?”
Fallon choked on a laugh. “Please tell me it is. Before you, it had been three hundred years since I had touched a woman. I canna think I can go another moment without taking you.”
“Oh, my.” She looked up at him. “Three hundred years? And I thought my eighty years was a long time.”
“If you didn’t come to take advantage of me, then why did you come? Naked, I might add?”
The spark in her smoky-blue eyes made his stomach clench. He enjoyed watching her, got pleasure from each mood that crossed her face. She was so expressive and alluring that he ached to claim her.
“Aye, I’m naked, my handsome laird. Should I coverup?”
“Don’t you dare,” he said, and held her when she began to pull out of his arms. “I’d love it if you never wore another stitch of clothing for the rest of your life.”
Larena’s laugh was beautiful as it filled the chamber. “My entire life? That could be a very, very long time, I might add. How about I don’t wear anything for the rest of this night?”
“Oh, you’ll wear something all right.”
“Really?” she asked, raising her brows. “And what might that be?”
“Me.” He slanted his mouth over hers and slipped his tongue between her lips. He loved the way she kissed and how she clung to him.
She ended the kiss and placed her finger on his lips. “I enjoyed pleasuring you earlier. May I do it again? I want to explore your body, Fallon. I want to learn what pleases you and gives you pleasure.”
“The answer is you. You give me pleasure.” None of the women he had ever taken to his bed had said those words to him. They liked how he pleased them, but not a one had ever asked how to satisfy him.
Her hands ran over his shoulders to his neck before her fingers intertwined in his hair. She tugged on his hair and ran her nails lightly over his scalp. It sent chills racing over his skin, but it also reminded him that he wore his hair longer than fashionable.
“I suppose I need to have my hair trimmed.”
“Don’t you dare,” she whispered. “I love it just as it is. And I love this.”
Fallon placed his hand over hers, which held the boar’s head of his torc. “Do you?”
“It is from an era of a time long ago, but one you belong in. You are the essence of the Highlands, Fallon. Everything about you lets people know you’re a true Highlander.”
His fingers tightened on hers. He didn’t know if she understood the significance of what she had said, but he did. She had helped give him back a piece of himself that had gone missing when Deirdre unbound their god. She helped him remember who he really was.
A Highlander.
Fallon rolled her onto her back as he kissed her deeply, showing her without words how much he wanted her with him. His lips left hers and traveled down her neck to her breasts. He ran his tongue around a nipple before softly nipping it.
She cried out, but Fallon wasn’t nearly done. He moved to her other breast and flicked his tongue over the already hard bud before he closed his mouth over it and suckled deep.
He ached to be inside her, but he wasn’t done pleasuring her. Fallon moved down her stomach, stopping along the way to kiss her navel and nip at her hips. He moved his arms beneath her hips to hold her steady before he bent and licked her sex.
Larena had never felt something so wonderous before. The moan was locked in her throat, her body unable
