Lured to the Night (The Brotherhood 4)

Her words soothed his soul. Nikolai may have ruined the last three years of his life, but he refused to let him ruin this moment.

Pushing aside all other thoughts he entered her completely, filled her full and deep with one slow, delicious slid

e. They inhaled sharply, held their breath and stared into each other’s eyes as they absorbed what this moment truly meant to them.

They were as one — as it was always destined to be.

Finding the strength to move, he eased out of her warm body only to thrust back home with a groan of satisfaction. After three of four strokes, she mimicked the pleasurable rhythm. The urgency to pour his seed into her took hold. His movements grew fraught with the need to sate the years of suppressed longing.

“We belong together,” he roared, reminding himself that nothing would ever keep them apart again. “You’re mine, Isla.”

“Always,” she whispered, her eyes glazed, half-closed.

He wanted to pleasure her, spend long glorious hours bringing her to the point of release. But their first joining was about more than lustful cravings. It was about letting go of the past. It was an acknowledgement of the truth, a cementing of their union.

“Next time I will make you sing with the dizzying effects of your release.” He locked his gaze with hers as he thrust hard and deep. He rolled his hips and rubbed against her sensitive spot in the hope of increasing her pleasure.

Indeed, the Lord must have understood his frustration. Perhaps he had witnessed their struggles and so sought to bless this heavenly coupling.

“Don’t stop,” she cried out, the slight tremor in her legs alerting him to the possibility that they would both soon be soaring.

He claimed her mouth; their tongues danced in a wild and erotic motion until she stilled. He breathed in her sweet moan of ecstasy as she shuddered beneath him, found his own glorious release as the muscles in her core pulsed around him, hugging him, promising never to let go.

Chapter 11

Isla put her head on Lachlan’s chest. The dusting of dark hair brushed her cheek, and she closed her eyes and inhaled his unique scent. With his muscular arms wrapped around her, there was no place in the world she would rather be. The few hours spent alone together had been sheer bliss. As promised, Lachlan lavished her with attention. Years of suppressed longing had finally been sated. But she would always crave the deep sense of belonging she only felt when joined so intimately with him.

“We must go soon,” she said with regret.

A heavy sigh breezed from his lips to ruffle her hair. “I know.”

She placed her hand over his heart, the restful beat pulsing lightly against her palm. Had she possessed the ability to sleep, she would have believed she’d been dreaming. Indeed, the heavenly experience confirmed that nothing could temper her love for Lachlan. Oh, how she wanted to tell him. But the words fought a battle with logic on the right to be heard. If the cure proved successful, she would tell him then. Only then could she express herself freely without fear.

“Are you attempting to read my thoughts again?” His amused tone made her smile.

“I don’t need to,” she said as her hand drifted from his chest to brazenly stroke the evidence of his mild arousal. After all they had shared she had no need to be shy.

Lachlan sucked in a breath. “Have a care. I have the strength and the stamina of an ox. One word from you and we would soon be too preoccupied to notice the sun rise.”

Heat pooled between her thighs at the thought of joining with him again. Her desire for him could easily overwhelm her. But she had no intention of being relegated to a pile of ash, not when a cure for her affliction was within her grasp.

“Come,” she said, forcing herself to sit up. She turned to face him, aware that his gaze drifted between her lips and bare breasts. “We must leave before it is too late. In a few hours, I will lock myself away in my chamber and hope the Lord sees fit to grant me a reprieve.”

Lachlan sat up, crossed his arms behind his head and relaxed back against the mound of pillows. “Perhaps I could keep you company.” A wicked grin touched his lips. “They say distraction is the best technique when dealing with pain.”

There was no one she would rather have by her side. But what if she had a reaction to the elixir and he was forced to watch her draw her last breath? She did not want that to be his last memory of her.

“I thought you wanted to sit with Boyd and discuss the plans for the repairs to Carrick Hall.” Her face grew warm as his lustful gaze drifted over her. She crossed her arms over her chest as a means of covering her nakedness.

He shrugged. “It can wait until tomorrow. I trust Boyd to make any necessary arrangements. Besides, one more day won’t make much difference.”

During bouts of fanciful musings she often imagined Lachlan sneaking into her private quarters. “By the time we return to the castle, everyone will be in bed. Peers rarely rise before noon, or so I hear, which means once I am safely ensconced in my chamber, I’ll have hours to spare before I need to drink the cure.”

Lachlan ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Judging by the lascivious glint in his eyes, he understood her covert message clearly.

“Then what are we waiting for?” He slid out from the beneath the sheets, scanned the floor for his trousers while her wide eyes surveyed his powerful thighs and taut buttocks.

She doubted she would ever grow tired of looking at his impressive form.