angry. It flared with fiery heat, scorching his soul. Images of her naked beneath him turned up the burn. It irritated him how easily she managed to do it.
He'd dreamed about her all night.
It wasn't the first time.
She'd haunted his dreams for years.
The day he'd first seen Kara, he'd been shocked and disbelieving. The beautiful angel began filling his dreams the summer of his sixteenth year. She rolled naked in a lavender patch, hid in the woods, or swam bare in the loch. Even then his body responded. Each dream ended the same—waking in a sweat with an erection to rival the gods.
He'd left Kara in the chamber that day and left the castle certain his death was imminent because his dream had come to life. Rumors were circulating about her appearance. He'd heard them. At present, she seemed to pose no threat. Best to sit back and see how things play out. See if she'd show the true meaning of why she was here.
Alaxandar grabbed Kara around the waist and pulled her body tight against his. "Who be ye, Kara Malone?"
She pushed against his chest. "I told you who I am."
"I be a first-born MacLeod."
"I'm happy for you," Kara said dryly.
Alaxandar did his best to ignore her creamy cheeks turned crimson and flushed. He'd been so involved in war and protecting the clan over the last several years, he'd not taken much notice of women other than to ease his urges. While in her presence, it was all he could do not to strip off her clothes and sink deep into her soft body, slaking his lust. For many years, he'd done just that over and over in his dreams. He wanted to know if she tasted the way she did in his dreams. She needed to understand that he was in control.
His groin ached.
His lips met hers in a searing tease. His tongue caressed her lips until they parted then he entered the sweet cavern mingling her breath with his. Kara's resistance lessened and she leaned into him. He grabbed her hair with one hand, tilting her head to more fully explore her mouth. She tasted sweet and tangy like the fruit she had eaten. Taking her face in his hands, he nipped the corners of her mouth before pulling back.
Kara slowly opened her eyes. Her hair lay across her shoulder where he'd released it. She stared at him. "Why did you do that?"
It felt as though he'd been kicked in the head by a horse. Confusion muddled his senses. He'd couldn't speak. His hands fisted at his sides.
He had no answers so he stormed off, leaving Kara standing alone.
CHAPTER SIX
Lying down with a rag over her eyes to try to get rid of a pounding headache, Kara fidgeted with the fur blanket. Her brain wouldn't stop analyzing what she knew about Scotland's history. Unfortunately, her knowledge was limited to skewed stories told by her grandparents.
Glynnis had spun eerie tales about bloodthirsty clans and the barbaric men who raped and killed. Spooky yarns to scare the young ones, but the most compelling of all had been a magical fairytale about a talisman that transported a person through time, dropping her into another place to live out the rest of her days. Kara had been amazed at the life-like details. Now she knew the truth of it. They were memories of a woman who'd lived them. Any other time she'd have trouble wrapping her head around it, but here she was living it too.
Her stress levels were escalating along with her fear. She needed a way to get out and see more of the grounds, of the land. Try to find a way to figure out the next step. Swinging her feet over the side of the bed, she shifted her ankle from side to side. It felt okay so she stood, testing its strength. There was minimal pain.
She needed some air. Since she hadn't been able to see much of the keep or the grounds this afternoon, she decided to take a stroll. She carefully opened the door. To her surprise, the sentry wasn't at his post. Taking advantage of her good fortune, Kara hurried down the stairs and into the bailey.
A dim light beamed through the small window in the stables, so
He'd dreamed about her all night.
It wasn't the first time.
She'd haunted his dreams for years.
The day he'd first seen Kara, he'd been shocked and disbelieving. The beautiful angel began filling his dreams the summer of his sixteenth year. She rolled naked in a lavender patch, hid in the woods, or swam bare in the loch. Even then his body responded. Each dream ended the same—waking in a sweat with an erection to rival the gods.
He'd left Kara in the chamber that day and left the castle certain his death was imminent because his dream had come to life. Rumors were circulating about her appearance. He'd heard them. At present, she seemed to pose no threat. Best to sit back and see how things play out. See if she'd show the true meaning of why she was here.
Alaxandar grabbed Kara around the waist and pulled her body tight against his. "Who be ye, Kara Malone?"
She pushed against his chest. "I told you who I am."
"I be a first-born MacLeod."
"I'm happy for you," Kara said dryly.
Alaxandar did his best to ignore her creamy cheeks turned crimson and flushed. He'd been so involved in war and protecting the clan over the last several years, he'd not taken much notice of women other than to ease his urges. While in her presence, it was all he could do not to strip off her clothes and sink deep into her soft body, slaking his lust. For many years, he'd done just that over and over in his dreams. He wanted to know if she tasted the way she did in his dreams. She needed to understand that he was in control.
His groin ached.
His lips met hers in a searing tease. His tongue caressed her lips until they parted then he entered the sweet cavern mingling her breath with his. Kara's resistance lessened and she leaned into him. He grabbed her hair with one hand, tilting her head to more fully explore her mouth. She tasted sweet and tangy like the fruit she had eaten. Taking her face in his hands, he nipped the corners of her mouth before pulling back.
Kara slowly opened her eyes. Her hair lay across her shoulder where he'd released it. She stared at him. "Why did you do that?"
It felt as though he'd been kicked in the head by a horse. Confusion muddled his senses. He'd couldn't speak. His hands fisted at his sides.
He had no answers so he stormed off, leaving Kara standing alone.
CHAPTER SIX
Lying down with a rag over her eyes to try to get rid of a pounding headache, Kara fidgeted with the fur blanket. Her brain wouldn't stop analyzing what she knew about Scotland's history. Unfortunately, her knowledge was limited to skewed stories told by her grandparents.
Glynnis had spun eerie tales about bloodthirsty clans and the barbaric men who raped and killed. Spooky yarns to scare the young ones, but the most compelling of all had been a magical fairytale about a talisman that transported a person through time, dropping her into another place to live out the rest of her days. Kara had been amazed at the life-like details. Now she knew the truth of it. They were memories of a woman who'd lived them. Any other time she'd have trouble wrapping her head around it, but here she was living it too.
Her stress levels were escalating along with her fear. She needed a way to get out and see more of the grounds, of the land. Try to find a way to figure out the next step. Swinging her feet over the side of the bed, she shifted her ankle from side to side. It felt okay so she stood, testing its strength. There was minimal pain.
She needed some air. Since she hadn't been able to see much of the keep or the grounds this afternoon, she decided to take a stroll. She carefully opened the door. To her surprise, the sentry wasn't at his post. Taking advantage of her good fortune, Kara hurried down the stairs and into the bailey.
A dim light beamed through the small window in the stables, so
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