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

on her forearms.
    She hissed
and pulled, trying to get loose. “You’re hurting me.”
    His eyes
widened and he released her at once. His gaze locked upon her arms and he
reached out tentatively. She flinched and his hardened expression softened in
an instant. “I’ll nae harm you. I only wish to assure yer well. My strength got
away from me, lass.”
    Genuine
concern rode not only his voice but his face as well. Chelsy had no choice but
to drop her guard somewhat. “I’m fine. How about you?” She motioned to his
groin. “How badly are you burned?”
    Before he
could respond, sirens sounded throughout the night, piercing the Christmas
music. The man in front of her never bothered to so much as glance at the
ambulance that sped to a stop just behind them. Nor did he pay any mind to the
commotion as what appeared to be a homeless man dressed in a Santa suit was
brought out on a stretcher. The only thing the man seemed concerned with was
her.
    She
gulped. With a shaky finger, she pointed towards the paramedics. “Look. They
have Santa. I wonder what happened to the man. I hope he’s okay.”
    “Father
Christmas is fine,” the man said, stepping closer. “And you do nae see him.”
    Confused,
she lifted a brow, still pointing. “But I do see him. He’s right there.”
    A stunned
expression came over the handsome stranger. “Did you nae hear me? I said, you
do nae see him .”
    Again, she
remained in place. “Are you mental or something, mister?”
    “The name
is Gordon O’Caha and I’m nae touched in the head, though you seem to be
resistant to such a thing.”
    His words
were odd, as was the man, but there was something about him that drew her in.
She lowered her arm and settled slightly when the hustle and bustle on the
street began to clear. The ambulance pulled away and everything seemed to go
back to normal or as normal as it could be in the height of the Christmas
happenings.
    “Well,
Gordon, I’m Chelsy. My shop is just up the street here. If you want, I have
some paper towels and a sink you can use to clean up in.”
    He watched
her for what felt like forever before finally responding. “Aye. I’d like that
verra much.”
    It was
impossible to hold back a smile. The way the man phrased things and his accent
was too much for her. She stepped past him, her body brushing against his. Fire
ignited within her, and she undid the three buttons that held her long, thick
wool sweater duster together in the front.
    Gordon
invaded her space, his powerful body making contact with her once more. “Lass,
you look warm. Somethin’ a matter?”
    Yeah,
I’m suffering from hormone overload.
    “N-no, I’m
good,” she said, straightening her shoulders and heading in the direction of
her shop. If she kept staring at him, she might very well beg the man to do
naughty things to her and she wasn’t that type of girl. Her grandmother had
raised her better than that.

 
    Gordon
followed closely behind Chelsy. Her bottom was rounded. Not too plump and not
too skinny. Just the way he liked them. So many women in this day and age
prided themselves on being skin and bones. A man had to have something to grab
hold of at night. Something to pound into. It was his job to be hard and the
woman’s job to be soft and welcoming. Chelsy looked like she was precisely
that.
    Soft.
    Warm.
    Welcoming.
    His cock
throbbed with need. He adjusted it, taking a moment to palm his erection as he
thought about sinking between the globes of her ass. There was a certain fire
about her. Her will was strong. So strong that he’d been unable to compel her
with his voice. Humans always obeyed his will be it spoken or not. Having one
who so easily stood in opposition to his influence was refreshing. He’d see
where she led him and then use her to sate the burning in his loins. Already he
felt the need to feed his bloodlust once more and she’d do nicely for that as
well. He’d be careful about how he fed from her though as to not alert her