Karen Marie Moning The Dark Highlander

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.He'd held her heavy breasts in his hands.He'dtouched her between her thighs.He'd needed her so desperately that he'd nearly cast a Druid spell to fog the minds of the passengers,and pushed as far as she would go.Had contemplated taking her to the bathroom with him.Only hermaiden state had stopped him.He'd not spill Chloe's virgin blood like some barbarian, in a two-by-tworoom with cardboard walls.She'd have gone farther, had he pressed.Might have permitted his hand inside her trews, but had hegone that far, there would have been no stopping.So he'd kept his hand safely outside her trews andsettled for releasing one of them.He'd never felt such lust before.Though tooping took the edge off, it was wont to leave him strangelywanting.Touching Chloe made him think there might be some eventual satisfaction he'd never beforeachieved.In the meantime, he was rock-hard and in pain.Still, he brooded, he supposed it was a fair trade-off, for though he was in an agony of sexual need, theirPage 77Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlintimacy had mellowed the fury within him.Where earlier in the penthouse he'd been afraid of what hemight do, her kisses had given him back a measure of control.Not much, but enough to work with.In the past, he'd always needed to complete the sexual act to gain respite, but not with Chloe.Merelykissing her, touching her, bringing her pleasure had calmed him, had cleared his mind a bit.He made nopretense to understand the how or why of it.It had worked.He would accept that--that Chloe would tie him in knots, but preserve some measure of his sanity.Whata boon her kisses would be on Scottish soil.Och, the woman had something he needed.His instincts had been right when they'd said "mine."And that started a whole new train of possessive thoughts.Thoughts he could do naught about at themoment, so he took slow deep breaths and forced his thoughts to the pressing issues at hand.What was to come anon would require all his wits and will.Once he was in Scotland, he knew thechanges would speed up again.Changes he had to find a way to stop.And to do so, he had to face hisbrother.Drustan, 'tis me, Dageus, and I'm sorry I lied, but I'm dark and I need to use the library.Aye,that would go over well.Drustan, I failed.I broke my oath and you should kill me.Nay, not that, not yet.Och, brother, help me.Would he?Bletherin' hell, you should have let him die! his da had shouted when, back in the sixteenth century,Dageus had summoned the courage to confide what he'd done.How? How could I do that? Dageus hadshouted back.In saving him you destroyed yourself! Now I've lost both my sons--one to the future, theother to the black arts! No 'yet, he'd protested.But the look in his da's eyes.it had said he'd believed there was no hope.Horrified, Dageus had fledthrough the stones, determined to find a way to save himself.And now he'd come full circle, back to asking his clan for aid.He hated it.He'd not asked for help, notonce in his life.'Twas not his way.Exhaling sharply, he accepted the scotch he'd requested from the flight attendant, and downed it in asingle swallow.As the heat exploded inside him, the tightness in his chest first intensified, then eased.What could he say? How to begin? With Gwen, mayhap? She could work her feminine miracles with hisbrother.God knew, she'd been a miracle for Drustan.He pondered various ways to approach him, but it was more than he could stand thinking on, so heforced his attention back to the text, needing something tangible to work with.An hour later, just before landing, he paused, hand poised above his notebook.He'd finally foundsomething worthwhile.The only mention he'd yet discovered about the fateful war that had occurred afterthe Tuatha D� Danaan had left.Naught but a brief paragraph, it spoke of thirteen outcast Druids (so thatwas how many were inside him!) and of some heinous punishment they'd suffered.Though it did notelaborate further, beneath it was a notation that referred to the fifth Book of Manannan, as he'dsuspected.And if memory served him, the fifth volume was in the Keltar library.Page 78Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlChloe mumbled softly in her sleep, drawing his gaze again.Reminding him that someone had tried to killher--because of him.He glanced at her bandaged hand and fierce protectiveness flooded him.He would let nothing harm herever again.He needed answers, and he needed them fast.Chapter 11For the second time in as many days, Chloe had the strange and immensely irritating experience ofwalking down a crowded street with Dageus MacKeltar.The first time had been in Manhattan yesterday,and the same thing had happened there.Men got out of his way.Not because he was impolite or barged rudely down the sidewalk.On the contrary, he moved with thesleek grace of a tiger.Sure-footed, perhaps a bit predatory.And men instinctively circumvented him,going out of their way to give him wide berth.The women, now they were a different matter.They were the irritating part.They'd reacted the sameway in New York, but yesterday it hadn't bothered her as much.They moved aside, but barely, as ifunable to resist brushing up against him, their heads turning twice, three times.One woman hadshamelessly pressed her breasts against his arm in passing.On several occasions, Chloe cast an indignantglance over her shoulder, only to catch several of them ogling his behind.She might be small but--blast itall--she wasn't invisible, walking along at his side, with his arm around her, his hand resting on hershoulder!Not that he noticed the rubbernecking going on.He seemed oblivious to his effect on women.Probablyso used to it that he no longer paid it any heed.She longed for such oblivion, because watching so many women eye him hungrily was putting her in abad mood.She cast more than a few pissed-off looks behind them.The intense intimacy on the plane had stirred dangerously mushy feelings in her.Face it, Zanders, you aren't the kind of girl who can be physically intimate with a man without gettingemotionally involved.You're just not wired that way.No kidding, she thought grumpily.She was having territorial feelings.Feelings she couldn't afford, forhe'd certainly not evidenced any territorial feelings about her.Fortunately, as she watched women stare athim, irritation was making short work of softer emotions.She savored the anger, preferring it to wafflingin uncertain emotions.Anger was refreshingly tangible.The moment they'd stepped off the plane in Inverness he'd grown cool again.Preoccupied.Businesslike.Collecting their luggage, striding briskly to the rental car agency.She'd had to repeat three times herrequest that he stop in Inverness for a coffee she desperately needed after traveling for fifteen hours.Shewasn't about to meet his family in the throes of caffeine withdrawal.After so thoroughly losing control of herself on the plane, his detachment hurt.He'd kissed her into astupor, given her her first-ever climax, then withdrawn in every possible way.She should have known,Page 79Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlshe brooded.What did you expect, Zanders? A declaration of intimacy just because you let him touchyou intimately?Damn it, she knew better than that.The two did not necessarily go together where men were concerned.When they entered Gilly's Coffee House, she stood beside him at the counter as he ordered, peeking athis profile.She wondered what he was thinking about, what had changed his mood so completely.Theman ran hot and cold [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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