Highlander The Cursed Lord (Highland Intrigue Trilogy 3)

His shaft began to swell in her hand, and he quickly stood and walked to the hearth. She was giving him what he wanted, no attachment, no feelings, so why did it disturb him? They would couple and his need would be satisfied along with her curiosity. It was perfect. And yet, it annoyed him. Why? What did he truly want from her?

“I am sorry,” she said. “I should have sought permission from you before touching you, my lord.”

Rannick turned with an angry gait. “Do not call me my lord.” He shocked himself with the words that followed. “And you do not need permission to touch me.” He quickly added. “As I do not need permission to touch you.”

Bliss was going to let it be and say no more, do no more, but she recalled why she was there and what she had to do. She patted the spot he had vacated beside her. “Then come sit and let me touch you.”

Her voice was like a gentle whisper that stroked his shaft, and it didn’t just stir, it saluted her, and it annoyed him that it responded so quickly and easily. But again, he should be happy that it did.

He walked over to her, thinking how quickly she had taken command of the situation and that did not set well with him. He was in command, not her. He came to a stop in front of her, his protruding shaft near her face.

“Touch all you want,” he challenged.

Bliss could not help but admire his body when he walked toward her. His movements held power and confidence and his muscled form exuded strength, not to mention how large his shaft had grown in such a short time. That he stopped in front of her—his shaft so close to her face that she almost recoiled—made her realize that he challenged her.

She accepted the challenge without hesitation, her hand taking a gentle hold of his shaft. “How strange that it is soft to the touch and yet hard as well.” Instinct had her begin to stroke it. “And powerful,” she added with surprise, feeling as it came to life in her hand.

Her tender, tentative strokes coupled with her praise swelled him near to bursting. He silently cursed himself for not keeping control and taking a deep breath, he forced himself to do so.

For a moment he thought she would take him in her mouth, she got so close to his shaft, but he saw that she studied his swelled appendage with more interest than with passion and that annoyed him.

“Did you know you have a freckle on your shaft?” she asked, the flat spot drawing her eyes closer as she continued to stroke him.

Her soft breath fanned his stiff rod and he fought to keep the groan that rose up in his throat from escaping. This was not going at all as he had thought it would.

She drew her head back and she raised her other hand and with one finger gently swiped across the tip of his shaft, rubbing the wetness between her fingers.

Rannick groaned low and forced himself to remain standing, once again silently cursing himself.

“Interesting,” she said and stroked his shaft harder. “It feels quite good. I do enjoy touching you.” She tilted her head back as her free hand went to his testicles. “I can touch—”

That did it for him. He grabbed his shaft and turned just in time to catch his seed as it shot into his hand. He walked to the hearth with weak legs and more curses spilling muffled from his lips. He braced one hand on the stone that ran up the wall and rode out the climax that consumed him far more powerfully than he expected.

When it finally subsided, he got a cloth and cleaned himself off, went to the door, removed the board, and stepped out in the rain naked, closing the door behind him.

Bliss dropped back on the bed, her body more alive than she had ever felt it. The sensations had begun to spark in her shortly after touching him and they spiked in her the more she touched him and the harder he grew. She had had all she could do to keep herself from surrendering to the passion that had flourished and nearly consumed her. She had never expected that merely by touching him the way she had that it would send her burning with an overwhelming need and leave her with a wetness between her legs that shocked her.

She had talked with endless women but never, until this moment, understood the depths of their experience. It puzzled her but also made her think that perhaps it would not be as difficult to couple with him as she had feared it might be.

But what of the consequences?

That was a difficult question to answer. How did she couple with Rannick and then betray him? It was to save her sisters, but by doing so, what would happen to him? And what would her fate be?