Midnight's Captive(130)
Laura pulled at the belt holding her robe together. As soon as it parted, she heard Charon’s growl of approval. She let the robe fall to the floor, and then stood while Charon’s gaze raked over her.
He sat up and grabbed her hand to slowly pull her to him. Laura bent her knee to place it on the bed, and then found herself straddling Charon.
His thick arousal pressed against her stomach and made her blood run wild. She placed her hands on his chest and felt the hot, hard sinew beneath her palms.
In the next heartbeat, she was on her back, Charon kneeling between her opened thighs he held in his hands. Laura couldn’t calm her breathing, not when the need was so great.
He released her legs and leisurely caressed from her neck, over her aching breasts, down her stomach until he reached her sex. With slow, measured caresses he teased the dark curls that hid her.
She gasped when his finger lightly grazed her clitoris. Again and again, he would draw near the swollen nub, but he wouldn’t touch it.
The head of his arousal pushed at her entrance. Laura locked her eyes with his, and waited for him to fill her. With one thrust, he was seated to the hilt. Her body welcomed him, yearned for him.
Needed him.
He was all she ever wanted, all she would ever need. With him she felt as if she could conquer the world and stand against any evil.
With him she was complete.
“You’re mine,” he whispered as he stared into her eyes.
She placed her hand over his heart. “And you’re mine.”
“Forever.”
“And always.”
Laura’s eyes slid closed when Charon bent and took her lips in a searing kiss as his hips began to move. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave her body, her heart, and her soul to the immortal Warrior who had claimed it.
EPILOGUE
Ferness
Two days later
Charon smiled when Laura came up behind him on the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck. They stared out the window overlooking the forest for several quiet minutes.
“Any word?” she asked as she kissed his cheek.
“Nothing. There’s no sign of Jason Wallace anywhere.”
“He’s probably dead.”
“Could we get that lucky?”
She skimmed her nails through his hair. “The breadth and width of Scotland is being searched, my love. You spent all of yesterday looking for the bugger.”
“We’re missing something. I know it.”
“What does Phelan think?”
Charon hated the frustration that wouldn’t loosen its hold. “He says Wallace is dead.”
“You don’t believe him?”
“I can hear the lie in his voice. By the way Phelan is crisscrossing Scotland tells me he’s doing some searching of his own.”
“That’s all we can do,” Laura said and squeezed her arms around him. “Every Warrior from MacLeod Castle is searching. The fact Broc can’t find Jason should say something.”
“It should, but Declan was able to hide himself from Broc’s power before. Jason could as well.”
Laura rose from the bed and walked around to stand in front of him. He gripped her jean-clad hips as she stood between his legs. “To talk of happier things, Con sent over a truckload of whisky.”
Charon took her left hand in his and pulled her down beside him.
“Why aren’t you happy? You should be happy with that news,” Laura said.
He grinned, but was too anxious to answer her. Instead, he flipped open his hand where the three-carat blue diamond in a filigree platinum band sat nestled in his palm.
“I know your world has been rocked, and there’s a chance the war I’ve been raging will continue, but I couldn’t go another day without asking if you’d be my wife. I want you to share my name as well as my bed, Laura. Will you marry me?”
Laura’s hands shook as she covered her mouth and stared in shock at the stunning ring. She lowered her hands and nodded. “Yes. Of course!”
She smiled through the tears that filled her eyes as he placed the ring upon her finger.
“We can wait as long as you need,” Charon said before he kissed her.
Laura had never been so happy, but there was one question she hadn’t dared ask. “We don’t live at MacLeod Castle. I’ll age, Charon. I’ll die.”
“Then we’ll move to the castle,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you with me.”
“Your life is here, not at the castle.”
“My life is anywhere you are. Besides, I know the MacLeods are looking for the spell that would bind our gods.”
She was so shocked that for a moment she couldn’t speak. “You’d be mortal?”
“Aye,” Charon answered with a wide smile. “We could grow old together.”