careful.”
“Agreed.” Lachlan fired his mage light and walked down the hall to the bathroom. On a whim, he opened the door across the hall. Her bedchamber. The scraps of clothing she’d been wearing were tossed on the end of a rumpled bed. Maggie’s scent hit him like a wall. Sensual and enticing, it stopped him in his tracks. He inhaled deeply and his cock, never far from hard since he’d met Maggie, thumped against his belly.
He tried to back out of the bedroom, but it was as if his feet had grown roots into the carpeted floor. All he could think about was sex: bouncing breasts and hot, slick cunnies. His balls ached for release. He shoved a hand beneath his kilt and wrapped it around himself. What would it take? Surely not more than a few strokes. He pumped his swollen member into his hand and groaned. The lass wakened something primal in him. He couldn’t remember being this aroused—ever.
An image of her tall, well-muscled form danced before his closed lids. He imagined suckling her full breasts with their generous nipples that had been visible beneath what passed for clothing. In his fantasy, she threw herself on the bed in front of him and opened her long legs in invitation. Before he could enter her, he exploded into his hand.
A feral shriek split the stillness of Maggie’s bedroom. Lachlan almost couldn’t believe the primitive sound had come from him. He caught what he could of his seed in his hand and stood gasping for air, heart hammering. Semen dripping from his fisted hand tugged him back to the present. He hastened into the bathroom, rinsed himself at the sink, and then bent to fill the tub.
An hour later, he emerged clean and scrubbed. Lachlan took a last look around the bathroom, marveling at its modern plumbing. He’d let the hot water run until it turned cold. What warmed it was still a mystery, but one he was sure could be easily solved once Maggie returned, and he asked her about it. He picked up his shirt and wove his plaid around himself before returning to the front room. He thought about passing more time in the lass’s bedchamber, but it felt perverse to surround himself with her bedclothes and work himself until he spent, again and again.
Nay, better to wait till I have the real thing. Lachlan laughed, pleased with how things were going. The lass was just as besotted with him as he was with her. He’d scented her arousal, seen heat-lust mist her eyes. His cock swelled, and Lachlan forced his mind to other things.
He’d just settled into a softly padded chair, mage light suspended off to one side and a book in his lap, when a chill marched down his spine. Lachlan straightened. He hadn’t liked the feel of the stray bolt of power, almost as if someone were searching for him. He held himself very still, shrouding his energy. Ach, there it was again, a slow, cautious questing from a well-shielded source that was likely Rhukon. He strengthened his warding.
“I told you we should have left.”
“Quiet. The dragon energy is a dead giveaway.”
Lachlan cast a subtle don’t look here spell, gratified when the alien tendrils withdrew. He sat dead still for long minutes to make certain whatever he’d felt was truly gone. Did Rhukon find me? He had no way of knowing.
Kheladin jostled him, radiating displeasure. Smoke curled from Lachlan’s mouth. Talons pressed against the ends of his fingers and toes. “Stop that. I have to think.”
“Ye can think once we have left. I have no desire to be trapped within a space that wouldna hold me if we shift.”
Lachlan’s gaze drifted around Maggie’s home. Kheladin had a point. The rooms were much smaller than what he was used to, sized more like a peasant’s hovel than a proper house.
Maggie. He blew out a sad breath, not fully understanding why the prospect of abandoning her left him so desolate. Maybe it was because she was the first person he’d met upon wakening, yet it felt much deeper than that. Almost as if they’d known
“Agreed.” Lachlan fired his mage light and walked down the hall to the bathroom. On a whim, he opened the door across the hall. Her bedchamber. The scraps of clothing she’d been wearing were tossed on the end of a rumpled bed. Maggie’s scent hit him like a wall. Sensual and enticing, it stopped him in his tracks. He inhaled deeply and his cock, never far from hard since he’d met Maggie, thumped against his belly.
He tried to back out of the bedroom, but it was as if his feet had grown roots into the carpeted floor. All he could think about was sex: bouncing breasts and hot, slick cunnies. His balls ached for release. He shoved a hand beneath his kilt and wrapped it around himself. What would it take? Surely not more than a few strokes. He pumped his swollen member into his hand and groaned. The lass wakened something primal in him. He couldn’t remember being this aroused—ever.
An image of her tall, well-muscled form danced before his closed lids. He imagined suckling her full breasts with their generous nipples that had been visible beneath what passed for clothing. In his fantasy, she threw herself on the bed in front of him and opened her long legs in invitation. Before he could enter her, he exploded into his hand.
A feral shriek split the stillness of Maggie’s bedroom. Lachlan almost couldn’t believe the primitive sound had come from him. He caught what he could of his seed in his hand and stood gasping for air, heart hammering. Semen dripping from his fisted hand tugged him back to the present. He hastened into the bathroom, rinsed himself at the sink, and then bent to fill the tub.
An hour later, he emerged clean and scrubbed. Lachlan took a last look around the bathroom, marveling at its modern plumbing. He’d let the hot water run until it turned cold. What warmed it was still a mystery, but one he was sure could be easily solved once Maggie returned, and he asked her about it. He picked up his shirt and wove his plaid around himself before returning to the front room. He thought about passing more time in the lass’s bedchamber, but it felt perverse to surround himself with her bedclothes and work himself until he spent, again and again.
Nay, better to wait till I have the real thing. Lachlan laughed, pleased with how things were going. The lass was just as besotted with him as he was with her. He’d scented her arousal, seen heat-lust mist her eyes. His cock swelled, and Lachlan forced his mind to other things.
He’d just settled into a softly padded chair, mage light suspended off to one side and a book in his lap, when a chill marched down his spine. Lachlan straightened. He hadn’t liked the feel of the stray bolt of power, almost as if someone were searching for him. He held himself very still, shrouding his energy. Ach, there it was again, a slow, cautious questing from a well-shielded source that was likely Rhukon. He strengthened his warding.
“I told you we should have left.”
“Quiet. The dragon energy is a dead giveaway.”
Lachlan cast a subtle don’t look here spell, gratified when the alien tendrils withdrew. He sat dead still for long minutes to make certain whatever he’d felt was truly gone. Did Rhukon find me? He had no way of knowing.
Kheladin jostled him, radiating displeasure. Smoke curled from Lachlan’s mouth. Talons pressed against the ends of his fingers and toes. “Stop that. I have to think.”
“Ye can think once we have left. I have no desire to be trapped within a space that wouldna hold me if we shift.”
Lachlan’s gaze drifted around Maggie’s home. Kheladin had a point. The rooms were much smaller than what he was used to, sized more like a peasant’s hovel than a proper house.
Maggie. He blew out a sad breath, not fully understanding why the prospect of abandoning her left him so desolate. Maybe it was because she was the first person he’d met upon wakening, yet it felt much deeper than that. Almost as if they’d known
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