Sheer bliss took them both, her beautiful breasts rubbing against his chest and her channel gripping him like a fist and dragging him in.
He shuddered as he came, his essence spilling from him and pumping into her, her utter satisfaction at their joining saturating his senses along their merged link, a connection they both clung to.
How had he been so fortunate to have found her after all these years? ’Twas a dream to finally be with her, to know none could ever take her from him again, that he had a lifetime of loving her ahead of him. Slowly, he eased his rocking and she stretched underneath him, her creamy skin glowing under the sunshine streaming through the canopy high above.
With her face in his hands, he captured her mouth and kissed her, sharing his love and all the emotions she’d brought to such fierce life within him. Never had he expected to be gifted with such a woman, their bond forged at the very deepest level.
Aye, they would have an eternity together, his chosen one a woman he’d never release, although as the horn blared moments later from the direction of the beach, the call for their leaving having arrived, he had no choice but to pull himself from her body. He muttered fiercely as he did, but still, this day marked the beginning of the rest of their lives, would be the first of many and the moment he had her back at Carron Castle, he intended on loving her over and over.
He rose to his feet, lifted her to hers and as she searched through the bag of clothing Duncan had given her, he donned a clean shirt from his sack, tucked the hem into a pair of tan rawhide pants and strapped his sword at his side and daggers at each wrist.
“I hope these fit.” She pulled out a white tunic and a pair of lad’s breeches, held them up against her. “Duncan’s squire has gained height and filled out of late.”
She donned the billowy tunic, which would do fine, but the beige pants she tugged on were far too big and he removed a belt from his satchel and secured the soft cotton around her hips with the black leather. All he wanted to do was undress her and take her all over again, but instead he packed away their belongings, ran his fingers through her silky golden-red locks and tidied her hair before he ushered her back along the forest trail to the beach and their awaiting kinsmen.
Onboard the galley, the seas calm and the wind fresh, he tucked his chosen one safely under his shoulder as they cruised back to Carron Castle. Aye, he’d finally found the woman who held the other half of his soul, and now he’d always keep her safe. She was his to cherish, his to love, his to always adore.
Chapter 9
Kyla waited in the shadows of Carron’s curtain wall for the guard above the postern gate to turn around and return the way he’d come. A month ago, she and Ronan had spoken their vows before Brother Henry who’d traveled to them from the priory. Her mate hadn’t wished for her to leave the sanctuary of Coll’s keep and had kept her contained right here ever since. Barely had he allowed her more than a stone’s throw from his sight or that of a guard’s, and although she understood why, she now desperately longed for a moment of freedom. Surely ’twould be possible since she’d spent so much time with Muirin of late in growing her ability.
She could successfully control another’s thoughts, had practiced on Cedric several times and he could no longer break her hold. She’d had him dancing up a storm in the courtyard last eve, and for nigh on twenty minutes. The sight of him kicking up his feet had made both her and Fiona fall into a bout of giggles and she’d only released Cedric from her control when Ronan had demanded she take pity on the poor man. In all truth, she could ensure her own protection and all within this keep were well aware of it. Glad she was too that they’d all accepted her fae blood, had welcomed Ronan amongst them. Never had she been so content, or currently impatient.
She tapped one foot as she continued to wait then released a long sigh as the guard finally marched in the other direction and disappeared from her sight. Through the gate, she hurried and dashed along the grassy trail toward the woods. The sun hovered on the horizon, the cool evening breeze washing over her, while across the meadow near the water’s edge, dust swirled into the air from the training warriors, their swords clanging and men grunting. They’d soon end their late training session, dive into the loch then return to their barracks to change for the evening meal. She had a half hour, mayhap even an hour to enjoy a swim at the pool and then sneak back into the keep before anyone noticed her missing.
“Kyla!” Ronan shot out from amongst the battling men and chased her, his tan leather pants riding low on his hips and his white shirttails fluttering free. “Halt, now.”