Wicked Highlander by Donna Grant Page A

her side. Or as much as she would allow him to rule.
    â€œMaybe he needs some incentive.”
    Deirdre halted and swiveled her head to William, who lounged naked on her bed. She had forgotten he was still in her chamber. Though he had occupied her bed for some weeks now, she didn’t find the satisfaction she knew awaited her in Quinn’s arms.
    William’s royal blue skin still shone with sweat from their recent lovemaking. Deirdre found it exciting to have the Warriors with their fangs and claws in her bed. She forbade any of them to convert to their human forms once they pledged their loyalty to her. They had no idea that the longer they stayed in their god form, the more hold the god had over them.
    As enticing as William was, she knew he loathed Quinn. She understood it. William wanted to be the one to give her a child and rule. But he never would.
    â€œWhat do you have in mind?” she asked the Warrior.
    â€œThe more you ask—or even demand—that Quinn come to your bed, he will deny you. Take something from him. That’s the only way you’ll break him.”
    Deirdre flipped her long white hair over her shoulder and considered William’s words. She knew from Charon’s reports that the twins, Duncan and Ian, as well as Arran, had sided with Quinn. Charon had reported no other Warriors, but that didn’t mean there weren’t more. She didn’t trust Charon, though he was proving more reliable than she had first thought.
    â€œTake something from Quinn,” she murmured to herself. She smiled at William. “I think you might have something there.”
    William rose from his position on the bed and walked to her. “Let me do it. Let me be the one to take from Quinn.”
    â€œWasn’t it enough that you were the one to capture him?”
    â€œNay. I want to prove to you that he isn’t the man you think he is.”
    Deirdre tilted her head to look at the Warrior. William had served her faithfully for over two centuries, ever since she had unbound his god. She knew he was in love with her, or as in love as a Warrior could feel, and she had always used it to her advantage.
    â€œJust because I plan to take Quinn to my bed doesn’t mean that you will no longer be welcome, William.”
    His royal blue eyes narrowed. “You would still want me?”
    â€œI will always want you.”
    â€œSo I can be the one to hurt Quinn?”
    She nodded. “Aye, my lover. But first, I want more of your body.”
    William growled and wrapped his hands around her waist, his claws scraping her skin. He turned and threw her onto the bed. She kicked out at him, striking him in the chin.
    He bared his teeth with a growl and grabbed her ankle before she could kick him again. With one jerk, he pulled her to the end of the massive bed and onto his cock.
    Deirdre gasped at the feeling of being impaled on his shaft so suddenly. He pulled out only to thrust hard and fast into her, just as she liked it. She clawed at his back with her long nails as her legs wrapped around his waist. He fisted one hand in her floor-length hair and tugged.
    It was too bad William wasn’t the one to give her the child of destiny. She could control him easily enough, and he was a great lover.
    But it was Quinn who held her attention.
    As if sensing her thoughts, William dug his claws into her hips and pounded into her violently. She screamed as her climax came upon her without warning.
    William wrenched every last tremor from her before turning her onto her stomach and sliding into her from behind. Their night of sex had just begun, and by the time he was finished with her, Deirdre would be as sated as she could get.
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    Quinn woke to the most delicious feel of a woman snuggled against him. He smiled as he realized Marcail’slegs were intertwined with his and her arm was thrown over his chest.
    It was the smell of bread that alerted him he had slept, and slept deeply. Even