Winter Solstice: An Immortal Highlander Novella (Druid Series) by Mandy M. Roth Page A

to come—thrummed with
hunger. His ears pounded with the sound of her beating heart. The blood raced
through her veins, taunting him. His resolve nearly broke as he focused in on
her neck. For a split second, he was sure his fangs had exploded through his
gums. A quick roll of his tongue over his teeth proved otherwise. He knew he
should release her and flee or risk being her end, yet he couldn’t get his
fingers to unfurl from her upper arms.
    With a
sharp intake of breath, she stared at his groin. “Ohmygod, I’m so sorry.”
    Fog coated
his mind, making it difficult to form a thought. He had to focus, harnessing
both his manly urges and the darkness he harbored. The woman shouldn’t have had
that effect on him. Others hadn’t in his hundreds upon hundreds of years
roaming the earth. Why would this one prove different?
    “Are you
all right?” she asked, her voice as demure as she appeared to be.
    Am I
all right? I want to rip the clothes from her body, feed from her and fuck her
into the otherworld, and she’s wonderin’ if I’m all right?
    Gordon shook
his head slightly and cleared his throat, following her gaze. His eyes widened
as he found the front of his black slacks covered in a large wet spot.
    I’ve
embarrassed myself?
    Nae.
    He looked
again.
    Aye.
    “I, well,
I…” he stammered, only then noting the crushed paper cup and plastic lid laying
near his feet in the snow. Brown liquid was splattered on the ground around
them.
    “That coco
was scalding hot,” she said, reaching for him. “Did it burn you?”
    Her
delicate fingers connected with the front of his crotch and Gordon knew then
he’d not yet come in his pants. If she kept touching him, he would. Grabbing
her wrist gently, he eased her fingers from him, instantly mourning the loss of
her touch.

 
    Chelsy
Riley stared in horror at the large wet spot on the man in front of her. She’d
been so wrapped up in thoughts about errands that she’d never seen him there.
She’d careened into him, spilling her cup of steaming hot coco all over him.
The strange way he watched her made her wonder if he was in shock. Something as
hot as the liquid all over his groin had to be painful.
    Her gaze
flickered to his pants once more. She tipped her head, her mouth forming an “O”
as she took note of the size of his erection pressed firmly against the wet
material. Men didn’t come packaged like that. It had to be a sock or something
other than his cock. If it was the real deal, the man was carrying around a
battering ram in his pants.
    Pink
stained her upper chest as she realized she was checking him out. She ripped
her gaze from his groin, drawing it up his broad chest. Sadly, that did nothing
in the way of breaking her wanton thoughts of him. If the man was half as built
as she was guessing he was under all those layers, he was amazing. She chewed
at her lower lip, hoping to keep from moaning.
    When her
gaze met his dark blue one, she took another tiny step back. He was at least
six and a half feet tall. Had there been any sun out, he’d have surely eclipsed
it. As it stood, he already did a fine number of blocking out the moon’s pale light.
Long jet black hair hung past his shoulders. Pieces of it were braided in tiny
braids, the ends secured with black bands. The rest lay about his shoulders,
untouched. There was a fierceness about him. It was as if he were out of place.
Like he belonged somewhere else. In another time perhaps.
    “Lass, can
you nae see? How is it you can miss one such as me?” he snapped, his brogue
evident. “I’m hardly a small man.”
    No. Small
certainly wasn’t the word she’d use to describe him.  
    It was
then she pictured him standing in a field of heather, somewhere in Scotland,
dressed in full Highlander regal. The image was so vivid she had to force
herself away from it.
    Her lips
turned upwards. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spill my coco on you.”
    “Well, you
did,” he said harshly, his hands tightening