Pursuit (Through Time 1)

He took a chip off her plate, dipped it generously in ketchup, and put it to her lips. “I noticed you like a bottle of ketchup with your chips …” He smiled.

Bold—he was always so bold.

Outrageous, considering that he knew she was still annoyed with him.

Just what did he think he was doing? Was he flirting with her?

She allowed him to feed her, accepting the challenge. Without hesitation she slowly, suggestively sucked the chip into her mouth, and her eyes never wavered from his oh so blue, deep blues.

What she saw in the depths of his eyes sent a shiver through her.

* * *

Chance silently berated himself. He was letting this Fae beauty get to him. He was walking around with a damn hard-on all the time, and just now when he looked into her eyes, he thought he might go off! What was wrong with him? He wasn’t a youth to be so shaken by a beauty! He had been with more beautiful women than he even wanted to think about, but this wee lass, this Seelie Fae did something to his insides. He found himself thinking about her when she wasn’t near. He found himself hanging on every word she said, and when he saw that young lad … touch her, he couldn’t believe the jealousy that came over him.

This was madness, he told himself; he just coona get so involved. It would never work. The lass wasn’t the sort to kiss and walk away. She was a forever type. He could feel her aura, and it was one that nested and took all matters of romance in a serious vein. He wasn’t serious.

He had never been serious about love and romance, and he damn well wasn’t going to start now. Och no, that wasn’t what he had in mind with any one woman. He liked them all too much to give up any for one. No … no, och no, but … there were times, like now when her voice whispered in his head, that he thought …

Bloody hell! Devil take him for a fool. He dinna want to set up house—whist no!

But then she laughed, and it went through him. Her sparkling eyes looked so openly up at him, and he wanted so badly to kiss her!

He wanted to undress her, touch her, and hell and brimstone—he wanted to ram his rock-hard dick into her and savor her in every imaginable way. Aye, he wanted her more than he had ever wanted any woman before her.

He had to keep her at a distance—aye, that was the trick of it. He turned and looked at Trevor, who slid three pints across the table. Trevor was so young, and it had appeared he had been willing to give up his forever for Lana …

What made a man want to do that? And the answer giggled across the table as she teased Trevor. Then her eyes met his, and Chance had to remind himself to breathe. What the hell was he going to do?

She laughed with innocent abandon and hadn’t a notion what she did to a man like him … how she filled a man with lust. He looked at her full breasts and the nipples that protruded from her cotton top. He wanted to touch her breasts and lick those hard rosebuds. Och no, but her mouth … Bloody hell, he had to stop!

If he dinna get this under control, he would be lost to her, and he so dinna want to hurt the lass … och no, and that was how it would all end, for eventually he would move on … that was what he always did.

* * *

Royce knew she was suffering more than what her humans would call ‘puppy love’. Oh yes, it was her first infatuation … well, perhaps not her first; she had thought she was in love with Breslyn for a time when she was younger …

But this, this was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She was nearly consumed with ‘feelings’ for him. She desired him with every fiber of her being. She had no experience in the bedroom and wished now she had listened to Breslyn’s sister and had taken a lover or two. She was determined to get into Chance’s bed, and she so wanted to please him.

She sighed. What did she know besides what her friends had described? Well, that was quite a bit actually. Oh, what was she thinking? This had to stop. Look at him, she told herself: he was big, he was absolutely smokin’ hot, he would take her and take her and make her love him, and then he would move on …

He wasn’t the sort to stay. Would she survive his departure? Would it ruin her for all time?

“So what do we do next?” Trevor asked.

“Huh?” She came out of her reverie and frowned.

“The Peckering? How do we go about finding it?”

“We go to the Highlands,” Chance said, giving them both a slight smirk before he downed his remaining beer.

“Why the Highlands?” Royce asked.

“Because the castle still

remains where it has always been,” he answered quietly.

“His castle?” Trevor looked surprised. “So then he had family that inherited and carried on?”