He was beyond thoughts, beyond words. All he could center on was Laura. Charon began to pump his hips, plunging into her hard and deep.
His tempo increased when she matched his thrusts. He released her leg and leaned his hands on either side of her head. Her hands caressed his sides before sliding up to encircle his neck.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, their moans filling the room. Charon couldn’t hold back the tide of his desire.
He ruthlessly, relentlessly pounded into her. She locked eyes with him, and then wrapped her legs around his waist. He sank farther into her, the angle taking him even deeper.
Her eyes widened a second before her body jerked and she screamed his name. The feel of her body clamping around him sent Charon over the edge.
He gave one final plunge and buried himself inside her as the climax swept through him, over him.
It took him, seized him.
Held him.
Just as Laura’s loving arms did as she pulled him down atop her. They lay in each other’s arms, their limbs entwined and their bodies joined.
Charon had never been more content or happy.
And he knew Wallace would try to destroy that happiness. Just as Charon knew if Laura weren’t in his life, there would be no reason for him to exist.
The sound of rain hitting the windows filled the silence of the room. How many hours did Charon have before he went out to battle? How many minutes did he have to cherish the woman in his arms?
“Why do I feel like this is the end?” Laura whispered.
Charon lifted his head to look at her. He gently wiped away the hair stuck to her cheek and smiled. “I’ve only just begun making love to you. We’ve several hours until dawn. I plan to love you until you can no’ walk.”
There was no answering smile from her. “I want nothing more than to stay just as we are.”
“You doona think we’ll win?”
“I’ve not had the experience you have with fighting such evil. I’m frightened. For myself, yes, but more so for you. I saw what Jason did to you. I saw you die.”
Charon rose from the bed and grabbed the wineglasses. He handed one to Laura once she sat up. “That’s no’ my first time being nearly killed with drough blood, and I can no’ say for sure if it’ll be my last. Aiden and Britt may have the answer. Regardless, as much as I’d like to hide away from it all, I can no’. I’m a Warrior. It’s my duty to fight Wallace.”
There was no condemnation or anger in Laura’s green eyes as she stared at him. “I know. It’s one of the reasons I’ve always been attracted to you.”
“Always?” he teased before he drained his glass.
She finally smiled. “Always.”
“Why did you no’ say something?”
Laura lifted the glass to her lips and drank before she said, “I was waiting on you to notice me.”
“Ah, so it’s my fault.”
“Of course,” she said with a wink.
Charon closed his eyes as Laura’s magic filled the room suddenly. “Shite, your magic feels wonderful.”
“You felt that?” she asked.
He opened his eyes and nodded. “What did you do?”
“I just wanted to make sure my magic was still there, so I called to it.”
“You’ve no idea what that does to me.”
She set aside her wineglass on the bedside table and looked at him with a sly smile. “Why don’t you show me?”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Charon grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward him. As soon as she was flat on her back, he covered her body with his.
A groan tore from him when her hand slid between them and wrapped around his cock.
“My turn,” she whispered before she shoved him onto his back.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Malcolm stared at the sky as he lay upon his back in the grass. He’d done just as he wanted—gotten lost in the glens.
There was much of the Highlands left almost as he remembered it four centuries earlier. He could thank his countrymen for that, at least.
The baaing of sheep reached him on the wind. It was distant, barely discernible except for his enhanced hearing. He could smell rain in the air as well.
Malcolm shifted his gaze and turned his head to the right. Dark, ominous clouds were headed straight for him. He inhaled sharply and felt the lightning currents run through his veins beneath his skin.
Ian had hidden out in the caves for months, seeing no one. Malcolm could do the same. It would be for the best, he was sure.
Though he quite liked many of the modern conveniences he’d discovered after being thrown forward in time, they didn’t outweigh what he sorely missed from the past.
He couldn’t stop the thought of what life might have been like had he not gone to MacLeod Castle to warn Larena and then gotten attacked by Deirdre’s Warriors. He’d have become laird of his clan, married, and hopefully had many children.