Forbidden Highlander (31 page)

She licked her lips and turned her amber eyes to him. “Is it enough? My healing abilities have always been great and exceeded what most Druids are able to do, but I fear that the one day I will really need my magic, it will fail me.”

A stab of fear jabbed in Fallon’s heart. “Did you have a vision of this?”

“Nay, just a … sense of what is to come.”

Which meant a vision, but Fallon wasn’t going to argue with a Druid. “Have you joined Cara’s magic with yours for Malcolm?”

“We were just about to do that again when you returned. I will see it done now.”

Fallon moved away as Sonya motioned for Cara to join her. He stood to the side and watched the Druids work. Though he couldn’t see the magic move from their hands to Malcolm’s body, he could feel it.

There was a distinct change in the air, a crackle almost, that alerted a Warrior that magic was near. In a powerful Druid like Sonya, a Warrior could sense what she was before she spoke.

Cara had been different because she hadn’t known she was a Druid and hadn’t developed her magic. Now that Sonya had begun training her, Fallon could sense the magic growing in his sister-in-law by the day.

They were fortunate to have two Druids with them, and every Warrior there would do everything they could to protect them from Deirdre.

Fallon sighed and made himself as comfortable as possible. It would be a few hours yet before the wyrran and Warriors gave up looking for them. Meanwhile, he would plan his attack on Deirdre.

Deirdre wanted to kill something, to rip her army limb from limb and display their heads on pikes atop her mountain. How could her Warriors, her wyrran, not have captured at least one from MacLeod Castle?

“You should have seen what Fallon can do,” William said. “One moment he’s standing in front of you, the next he’s half a league away.”

Deirdre tapped one long nail against her leg. “So, he’s finally learned of his power. I wondered when he would figure it out.”

She couldn’t help but speculate on what Lucan’s and Quinn’s power would be. Had their god given them the same power, or did each of them have something different? She would have to keep her eye on Quinn so he didn’t just poof out of her mountain.

“Broc,” she said as she turned to her only winged Warrior. “What do you have to say in all of this?”

He shrugged a dark blue shoulder, his wings brushing the two Warriors on either side of him. “You’ve underestimated them, mistress. Another has been added to their ranks. Camdyn MacKenna.”

Deirdre blew out a breath. “I’d had such hopes for Camdyn. It’s too bad he’s aligned against me. The only saving grace in this awful day is the group of Warriors seized on their way to MacLeod Castle.”

“How many?” Broc asked.

There was something in Broc’s tone. He had been the one to spot the small group, and had told her, but she couldn’t stop the niggle of doubt in her mind. “Only four. One died when he was given too much
drough
blood in his wounds.”

She walked to Broc, the other Warriors moving away from him. Her long nail trailed down his bare sculpted chest to his flat stomach then to the waist of his breeches.

“Your idea to use a small amount of
drough
blood to incapacitate them was brilliant, Broc.”

He looked at her with his midnight-blue eyes and shrugged. “I am here to serve you.”

“So you are.” She hadn’t taken Broc to her bed, and if Quinn wasn’t lying in that bed now, she would be tempted to taste the winged Warrior for herself. As it was, it would have to wait.

“Continue to keep watch on the MacLeods,” she ordered Broc, and stepped away before she ran her hand over his cock to see how fast she could arouse him. “Return tomorrow to bring me news.”

“As you wish, mistress.”

Maybe the doubt she felt wasn’t about Broc but another Warrior. She would have to keep a closer watch on her men. After all, if Broc had broken away from her, he wouldn’t have given her the location of the Warriors on their way to the MacLeods.

Nay, Broc was hers. All hers.

*  *  *

Minutes ticked into hours. The rain had come and gone in a quick burst. The waves drowned out any sounds that might be coming from the castle, but Fallon had waited as long as he could. Dawn would be upon them soon, and he wanted everyone back in the castle.

He nodded his head toward the mouth of the cave, indicating that Lucan should follow him. Fallon started for the entrance only to find Larena standing there, her arms wrapped around herself.

His tunic hung to the middle of her thighs, and the breeze lifted the hem and molded the fabric to her curves. The sight of her bare legs made all the blood rush to his cock so fast the world started spinning.

She had loosened her hair from its braid so that it fell around her in golden waves. He itched to sink his hands in the silken depths and bury his face in the thick strands so he could inhale her natural fragrance of lilies.

Fallon walked to her, unable to stay away. She didn’t take her eyes from the water. She stared at the churning depths as if mesmerized.

“What is it?” Lucan asked.

Fallon jerked his attention from Larena and turned to his other side where Lucan had come to stand. “I’m going to go take a look and see how many are still in the castle.”

“Let me come with you.”

“Nay. I willna be long. I just want a quick look. Everyone is tired, and I want them back in their chambers as soon as we can get them there.”

Lucan sighed. “Just be careful.”

Fallon waited until his brother walked away before he glanced at Larena. “Are you all right?”

“It’s beautiful up here,” she murmured. “All I can hear is the sea and the wind. I had no idea we were so far up the cliff.”

“I used to see this opening when I swam in the sea. I always wondered what was in the cave. When we came back here from Deirdre’s, it’s the first place I went. I spent a lot of time here trying to calm my mind and prepare myself to be the man my brothers needed me to be. It didn’t work.”

She turned her head to him then. The moon’s reflection off the water showed in her smoky-blue eyes. “I can see why you came here. Just imagine how you would have been without this cave.”

“True enough, I suppose.”

“Hurry back,” she whispered.

Fallon wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her. He wanted to drown himself in her touch. Having her so close was the sweetest torture a man could endure.

He wasn’t sure where they stood. After their argument, there had been the attack and no time for them to talk. He knew she still desired him, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t push him away. And it was that thought that stopped him from reaching out to her.

He unleashed his god and jumped to the castle before he could change his mind and kiss her.

Fallon cursed under his breath as he saw a handful of Warriors and several wyrran milling around the castle and the village. A large fire burned in the village, and he suspected it was a cottage.

Though he should get back to the cave, there was something in his chamber he wanted. He jumped to his chamber to find it not only empty, but undisturbed. Either the wyrran hadn’t made it to his chamber yet, or they hadn’t felt the need to destroy it.

“Unlikely,” he said.

Fallon strode to the largest of his chests and threw open the lid. He pushed aside his tunics until he found the smaller ornate chest within. He lifted the small box and held it in his hands, staring at it for long moments.

The last time he had looked inside had been over three hundred years ago. He had never thought to open it again, but as soon as he had met Larena, he had wanted to get back to the castle and find the coffer.

Fallon slowly opened the lid and looked at the piece of jewelry within. His stomach clenched at the thought of Larena wearing it. He knew in that instant how deep his feelings for her went.

He lifted the gold from its resting place and tucked it in the waist of his breeches. It took only a moment to put everything back as it was, and then Fallon jumped to the cave.

Larena wished she and Fallon were alone. She needed to tell him he had been right, that she had been scared. But not anymore. Not as long as she had him.

She wasn’t sure when she had stopped being frightened, only that the emotion that had been with her for years was suddenly gone.

Before Fallon had left, she’d thought he was going to kiss her. She’d seen the longing in his eyes, but he hadn’t. Her disappointment had been almost too much to bear. She hoped she hadn’t ruined things between them forever. She was ready to get on her knees and plead with him if that’s what it came to. She’d do anything as long as she could have him for her own.

Her hand lifted to touch the mark he had given her. His mark.

“Cara told me of your conversation,” Lucan said as he came to stand beside her.

Larena had expected to hear from Lucan eventually. She didn’t look at him, just kept her gaze on the sea below. “Have I lost Fallon?”

There was a long silence during which Larena thought he wouldn’t respond. Then Lucan sighed. “When we were growing up I used to watch my brother with women. They flocked to him because of who he was and the power that he would someday have as laird of our clan. He was always good to the women, but not once did I ever see him look at one as he does you. There is hunger and need and something even deeper in his gaze. Only for you.”

Larena’s heart raced, her hope growing. She turned to look at Lucan only to find him watching her.

“You cannot lose Fallon because he cares too much for you. If you want what he has to offer, tell him. He needs you.”

“And I need him,” she confessed. “I need him more than I thought possible.”

Lucan’s hand landed on her shoulder to give her a brotherly squeeze. “Both of you are strong individuals. Together, you can do great things.”

“Like you can with Cara?”

“Even more because of the man Fallon is. He’s a leader, Larena. He needs a strong woman by his side whom he can lean on.”

Larena placed her hand over his and smiled. “I’ll be that woman if he’ll have me.”

No sooner had Lucan walked back to Cara than Fallon reappeared in the cave. Larena listened as he told of the few Warriors and wyrran left wandering the castle and village. She glanced back at the sea and the waves rolling onto shore.

She didn’t want to wait to talk to Fallon but leaving the cave was chancy. However, it was a chance she was willing to take.

Her skin heated as it always did when she felt Fallon’s gaze on her. She gave him a smile over her shoulder before she dove out of the cave.

Fallon ran to the mouth of the cave and watched as Larena dove headfirst to the rocks below only to roll in a ball and land as softly as a cat crouched on her feet.

“God’s teeth,” Hayden murmured.

Someone whistled, and that’s when Fallon realized everyone had crowded around him. His blood heated and surged when Larena straightened and walked to the edge of the water, throwing off his tunic in the process.

“That’s one hell of a woman,” Logan said.

Galen, who stood next to Fallon, punched Fallon in the shoulder. “You’re one lucky bastard, MacLeod.”

Fallon chuckled. Then he met his brother’s gaze. “Aye, I am.”

He jumped from the cave, landing not far from Larena’s spot. She was already in the water when Fallon jerked off his boots and breeches. He laid the gold gently on top before he walked into the sea.

Larena stood looking at him, the waves rolling around her, lifting her up before releasing her once again. Fallon didn’t take his eyes off her as he moved through the water. He fought against the tide that tried to push him back to the beach.

It wasn’t until he stood before Larena that he allowed himself to breathe. There was so much to tell her, so much to say, he didn’t know where to begin.

“You were right.”

Her words surprised him. “About what?”

“I was scared. Everyone I have ever cared about left me. It would have been worse with you because you’re immortal.”

Fallon took her hands in his and pulled her against him. He rested his cheek on her forehead and just held her. “Don’t you understand? You have my heart and my soul, Larena. They are yours to do with as you want. I could never leave you.”

Her arms wound around him, holding him as if there were no tomorrow. She trembled, whether from the cool water or his words, he didn’t know.

He pulled away from her and looked into her beautiful eyes and knew the feeling within him was love. “I cannot promise that we won’t fight, that there won’t be days you won’t want to smash my head in. But I can promise that I will love you always and do my best to make you laugh at least once a day. I can promise that my life will be devoted to you and giving you everything you could want to make you happy.”

“There is only one thing I want.”

“Tell me. It’s yours.”

A tear fell from her eye to roll slowly down her cheek. “You, Fallon MacLeod. I want you.”

Emotion clogged his throat, making it difficult to speak. “I love you,” he whispered, just before he placed his lips on hers.

He drank in her heady taste, drowning in everything that was uniquely hers. Her hands delved into his hair, and he moaned in response.

The waves pushed her into him, rubbing her body against his in ways that only stoked the fire in his blood. He grasped her hips and held her above his hard, aching cock.

“Take me, Fallon. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours,” she murmured.

He lowered her until he was seated to the hilt. She leaned back into the water, her hair floating around her like a sea of gold.

Fallon groaned her name as she rotated her hips. Pleasure flooded him, turning his veins to molten lava. The sight of her luscious breasts with water floating around them and her nipples already hard was too much to take.

He leaned down and sucked a delicious bud in his mouth. Her nails raked his shoulders when he gently bit down on the hard peak and ran his tongue back and forth over the nub.

“Fallon,” she screamed, her back arching.

He wanted her too desperately to hold back the flow of his desire. As much as he longed to lick every inch of her, his body wouldn’t let him now.