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and one corner of his mouth lifted in a smile.
“I’ve missed this,” he said.
Larena shifted her hips and grinned when Fallon hissed in a breath. “Don’t stop. Please. Not now.”
“Never,” he vowed.
He pulled out of her only to thrust hard and deep. Larena moaned and gave herself up to the delicious sensations racking her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together. He whispered her name as his hips began to pump faster.
Larena couldn’t believe the feel of Fallon inside her. It was beautiful and felt so good that she never wanted it to end. The climax came quickly, blinding her in its intensity as it consumed her. Larena succumbed to her body’s need, a need that had long been denied. As she came down from her peak, she opened her eyes to find Fallon staring at her.
“My God,” he whispered.
With her body still convulsing from such a powerful orgasm, she raised her hips to meet his. Fallon threw back his head as he plunged inside her, his body tense and shaking. Larena held him as he climaxed. When the last of his tremors left him, he lay atop her.
Larena wrapped her arms around him, stroking him, caressing him. She could feel him still deep inside her. She wished they could stay as they were forever, but it was a fanciful dream.
Eventually, he pulled out of her and rolled to his side. Larena was loath to break contact with him, so she faced him. Their gazes clashed and held. His hand came up and he ran the back of his knuckles along her cheek.
“Why?” he asked.
How could she explain it? “You said you felt the lust. I knew from the first moment I saw you that you were special.”
“Special?” He frowned. “Nay.”
“Aye,” she said, and smoothed her fingers over his brow to remove the frown. “I know I shouldn’t have come to your chamber, but what I have to say has to be done in private.”
He took her hand in his. “Tell me.”
Now that she had his attention, she was scared. How would he react? Would he welcome her? Would he believe her? Would he scorn her?
She didn’t think she could take his disdain.
“Larena,” he urged gently. “Tell me.”
She rolled to her back and looked at the deep burgundy of the bed hangings above her. “It’s difficult to know where to begin.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Why not start at the beginning?”
The beginning. It was so long ago, with memories she would rather forget. But Fallon was right. She needed to start at the creation of it all.
“My clan, the Monroes, aren’t the largest clan, but they are powerful. We can trace our roots back to the time of the Celts, and even then our clan was strong. We’ve endured.”
Larena couldn’t contain the anxiety within her and rose from the bed to walk to the window. This was the difficult part, and she needed some space from him to be able to get it all out.
“I know what you are, Fallon, what’s inside you. My family had passed down stories from generation to generation about the ancient Celts and the Romans. Stories that spoke of why Rome left our shores.”
She paused and waited to see if Fallon would say anything. Only silence greeted her. She continued to gaze out the window at the trees swaying in the wind.
“Added to those stories were new ones. Ones about the MacLeods and an evil Druid named Deirdre.”
She heard the bed squeak and knew he had sat up. “The laird, my uncle, knew our time was running out. Soon Deirdre would find her way to our clan and take the strongest male to turn him into her Warrior.”
“God’s blood,” Fallon murmured behind her.
“We had an advantage though.” Larena made herself face him. “We had a Druid in our clan. She and her family had watched over us, keeping the stories alive. She knew the spell to unbind the god.”
Fallon’s brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed.
“The family gathered in the great hall. My uncle and his son Naill, who everyone thought was going to be the future Warrior, stood in the
“I’ve missed this,” he said.
Larena shifted her hips and grinned when Fallon hissed in a breath. “Don’t stop. Please. Not now.”
“Never,” he vowed.
He pulled out of her only to thrust hard and deep. Larena moaned and gave herself up to the delicious sensations racking her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together. He whispered her name as his hips began to pump faster.
Larena couldn’t believe the feel of Fallon inside her. It was beautiful and felt so good that she never wanted it to end. The climax came quickly, blinding her in its intensity as it consumed her. Larena succumbed to her body’s need, a need that had long been denied. As she came down from her peak, she opened her eyes to find Fallon staring at her.
“My God,” he whispered.
With her body still convulsing from such a powerful orgasm, she raised her hips to meet his. Fallon threw back his head as he plunged inside her, his body tense and shaking. Larena held him as he climaxed. When the last of his tremors left him, he lay atop her.
Larena wrapped her arms around him, stroking him, caressing him. She could feel him still deep inside her. She wished they could stay as they were forever, but it was a fanciful dream.
Eventually, he pulled out of her and rolled to his side. Larena was loath to break contact with him, so she faced him. Their gazes clashed and held. His hand came up and he ran the back of his knuckles along her cheek.
“Why?” he asked.
How could she explain it? “You said you felt the lust. I knew from the first moment I saw you that you were special.”
“Special?” He frowned. “Nay.”
“Aye,” she said, and smoothed her fingers over his brow to remove the frown. “I know I shouldn’t have come to your chamber, but what I have to say has to be done in private.”
He took her hand in his. “Tell me.”
Now that she had his attention, she was scared. How would he react? Would he welcome her? Would he believe her? Would he scorn her?
She didn’t think she could take his disdain.
“Larena,” he urged gently. “Tell me.”
She rolled to her back and looked at the deep burgundy of the bed hangings above her. “It’s difficult to know where to begin.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Why not start at the beginning?”
The beginning. It was so long ago, with memories she would rather forget. But Fallon was right. She needed to start at the creation of it all.
“My clan, the Monroes, aren’t the largest clan, but they are powerful. We can trace our roots back to the time of the Celts, and even then our clan was strong. We’ve endured.”
Larena couldn’t contain the anxiety within her and rose from the bed to walk to the window. This was the difficult part, and she needed some space from him to be able to get it all out.
“I know what you are, Fallon, what’s inside you. My family had passed down stories from generation to generation about the ancient Celts and the Romans. Stories that spoke of why Rome left our shores.”
She paused and waited to see if Fallon would say anything. Only silence greeted her. She continued to gaze out the window at the trees swaying in the wind.
“Added to those stories were new ones. Ones about the MacLeods and an evil Druid named Deirdre.”
She heard the bed squeak and knew he had sat up. “The laird, my uncle, knew our time was running out. Soon Deirdre would find her way to our clan and take the strongest male to turn him into her Warrior.”
“God’s blood,” Fallon murmured behind her.
“We had an advantage though.” Larena made herself face him. “We had a Druid in our clan. She and her family had watched over us, keeping the stories alive. She knew the spell to unbind the god.”
Fallon’s brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed.
“The family gathered in the great hall. My uncle and his son Naill, who everyone thought was going to be the future Warrior, stood in the
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