Lured to the Night (The Brotherhood Series Book 4) by Adele Clee Page A
Authors: Adele Clee
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breathed a sigh. “We … we could go there, where no one will disturb us.”
He stopped his wicked ministrations and looked into her eyes. “You are certain this is what you want?” His intense gaze promised a wealth of pleasure and her body sang with eager anticipation.
“I’m certain.” She did not need time to consider his question. The overwhelming need to love Lachlan was the only coherent thought in her mind. “We can spend a few hours there before I must return to the castle.”
The sensual smile that touched his lips made her head spin. Had it not been so cold, she would have forced him to the ground, unable to wait the ten minutes it would take to walk to the old stone cabin.
“Will Douglas not wonder where you are?”
“Oh, he’ll be too busy trying to get the marquess drunk on whisky. Besides, he was standing at the window when we left together. He knows I am safe when I am with you.”
“You think you’re safe with me?” His low chuckle faded only to be replaced with a lascivious grin as he brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers. “You know once we’re alone I plan to ravish you.”
She raised an arrogant brow and thrust her hands on her hips. “I think you’ve forgotten I have the strength and teeth of a wolf. Perhaps I’ll bare my fangs and have you on your knees begging for mercy.”
“Somehow, I doubt it will be mercy I’m begging for.”
Chapter 10
They held hands as they walked through the meadow towards Alistair Maclean’s hunting lodge. Lachlan struggled to slow his pace. His long, purposeful strides conveyed his eagerness to reach their destination, his eagerness to bury himself deep inside the only woman he had ever wanted.
The next few hours of glorious pleasure would be a prelude to hours, perhaps even days, of torturous pain. To protect his sanity, he should not indulge his desires. He could not bear to lose her again. But aside from all the complex emotions he felt when he thought of Isla, his raw need for her had always been constant.
“Will the door not be locked?” he asked as the black shadow of a building appeared on the horizon. His heart hammered in his chest as he imagined closing the door to the world and pleasuring her until she cried out his name.
“I would not make you walk this far if I had no way of opening the door.” She sounded a little breathless. “Are you walking so fast because you fear I will change my mind?”
Was it so obvious?
“Perhaps I’d rather not catch a chill. But if you’re reading my thoughts I suggest you stop there. At the moment, my mind is no fit place for a lady.” Even in the dark he could see that her cheeks flushed a berry red. He did not have the ability to read minds but guessed she was busily engaged in trying to form a witty reply.
“I’m no lady, Lachlan,” she said as they followed the path to the hunting lodge. “I’m a bewitching enchantress, remember, out to seduce men only to sink my teeth into their throats and drink their blood.”
He swallowed deeply at the thought of her warm, wet mouth nuzzling his neck. “Well, I have plenty to spare.” He opened the wooden gate leading to the property, watched the seductive sway of her hips as she walked towards the front door.
Ewan Carrick and Alistair Maclean had spent many a night tucked away in the secluded property. Although they both enjoyed the thrill of hunting, the opportunity to drink and retell their wild stories proved to be much more of a draw. Or so he had gathered from his father’s jovial tales.
He followed Isla into the porch, watched her wiggle a small square stone loose and squeeze her fingers down behind it to retrieve the key. After replacing the stone, she brushed the dust from her hands before holding up the dull-looking iron object.
“Dare you enter the witch’s lair?” The excited twinkle in her eye caused a sudden bolt of desire to shoot through him. His cock pulsed and swelled at the thought of
He stopped his wicked ministrations and looked into her eyes. “You are certain this is what you want?” His intense gaze promised a wealth of pleasure and her body sang with eager anticipation.
“I’m certain.” She did not need time to consider his question. The overwhelming need to love Lachlan was the only coherent thought in her mind. “We can spend a few hours there before I must return to the castle.”
The sensual smile that touched his lips made her head spin. Had it not been so cold, she would have forced him to the ground, unable to wait the ten minutes it would take to walk to the old stone cabin.
“Will Douglas not wonder where you are?”
“Oh, he’ll be too busy trying to get the marquess drunk on whisky. Besides, he was standing at the window when we left together. He knows I am safe when I am with you.”
“You think you’re safe with me?” His low chuckle faded only to be replaced with a lascivious grin as he brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers. “You know once we’re alone I plan to ravish you.”
She raised an arrogant brow and thrust her hands on her hips. “I think you’ve forgotten I have the strength and teeth of a wolf. Perhaps I’ll bare my fangs and have you on your knees begging for mercy.”
“Somehow, I doubt it will be mercy I’m begging for.”
Chapter 10
They held hands as they walked through the meadow towards Alistair Maclean’s hunting lodge. Lachlan struggled to slow his pace. His long, purposeful strides conveyed his eagerness to reach their destination, his eagerness to bury himself deep inside the only woman he had ever wanted.
The next few hours of glorious pleasure would be a prelude to hours, perhaps even days, of torturous pain. To protect his sanity, he should not indulge his desires. He could not bear to lose her again. But aside from all the complex emotions he felt when he thought of Isla, his raw need for her had always been constant.
“Will the door not be locked?” he asked as the black shadow of a building appeared on the horizon. His heart hammered in his chest as he imagined closing the door to the world and pleasuring her until she cried out his name.
“I would not make you walk this far if I had no way of opening the door.” She sounded a little breathless. “Are you walking so fast because you fear I will change my mind?”
Was it so obvious?
“Perhaps I’d rather not catch a chill. But if you’re reading my thoughts I suggest you stop there. At the moment, my mind is no fit place for a lady.” Even in the dark he could see that her cheeks flushed a berry red. He did not have the ability to read minds but guessed she was busily engaged in trying to form a witty reply.
“I’m no lady, Lachlan,” she said as they followed the path to the hunting lodge. “I’m a bewitching enchantress, remember, out to seduce men only to sink my teeth into their throats and drink their blood.”
He swallowed deeply at the thought of her warm, wet mouth nuzzling his neck. “Well, I have plenty to spare.” He opened the wooden gate leading to the property, watched the seductive sway of her hips as she walked towards the front door.
Ewan Carrick and Alistair Maclean had spent many a night tucked away in the secluded property. Although they both enjoyed the thrill of hunting, the opportunity to drink and retell their wild stories proved to be much more of a draw. Or so he had gathered from his father’s jovial tales.
He followed Isla into the porch, watched her wiggle a small square stone loose and squeeze her fingers down behind it to retrieve the key. After replacing the stone, she brushed the dust from her hands before holding up the dull-looking iron object.
“Dare you enter the witch’s lair?” The excited twinkle in her eye caused a sudden bolt of desire to shoot through him. His cock pulsed and swelled at the thought of
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