Highland Magic

by Donna Grant

  Something took hold of his arm. Frang pulled free and continued towards Kenna. But the hand refused to let go for long and soon returned.

  With a growl Frang turned towards whoever dared to stop him, his hand on the dagger at his waist, only to find Aimery staring at him with one brow raised.

  "Do you plan on using that weapon on me?” the Fae commander asked.

  Frang took in a steadying breath and moved his hand away from the dagger. His gaze moved to Theron and Rufina to find them watching him as well.

  With a curse Frang realised where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. Aimery hadn't wanted to prevent him from being with Kenna, he was reminding Frang that he had duties as a high priest.

  "The night is young. There will be plenty of time for you to find her again,” Aimery whispered before he moved back next to his king and queen.

  Frang once again took his place in the centre behind the fire and faced the Druids and others who had come to rejoice in Beltane.

  "Once again we celebrate the return of the sun,” he said, his voice rising to be heard over the fire. “This is the night where the veils between our world and the Realm of the Fae are thin, a night when the Fae walk among us."

  Rufina and Theron moved on either side of him. Frang's gaze found Kenna's. “We welcome the Fae and the gifts their presence grants us. Celebrate!"

  As soon as the last word left his mouth sparks flew from the fire and Fae began to appear. Most were already nude while others still wore the cloths of their realm, though they didn't stay on for long.

  Ecstasy hung thick in the air as couples began to move off together. Yet, Frang's gaze never left Kenna. Her eyes had widened at the appearance of the Fae. Her curiosity was high, and it was apparent she longed to speak to one.

  King Theron turned to Frang, demanding his attention. “I've never seen you come clothed in a plaid before."

  Frang immediately took offence. “I still wear the robes of my station, but I will not deny that I am also a warrior."

  A soft hand touched his arm and he turned his head to look at Rufina. “It doesn't matter to us what you wear, Frang. Theron was simply curious."

  "Forgive me,” Frang said and clasped his hands in front of him. He had to get control of himself.

  "There is nothing to forgive,” Theron said. “I'm glad to see that you've returned."

  "Wasn't it your intention to keep me away?” Frang asked. “It was part of the stipulation of the curse?” He glanced at Aimery who watched them intently.

  Theron sighed. “Frang..."

  "It doesn't matter anymore,” Frang interrupted him. “Rufina told me why I was cursed."

  "She did?” Aimery asked as he stepped forward. “So you know everything?"

  Frang nodded. “I know I was needed, and instead of telling me, they cursed me. Regardless, the end was the same. I accept that what they did, they did for us."

  Aimery smiled. “I've wanted to tell you for a long time."

  "Thank you,” Frang said. He glanced over to find a Fae speaking to Kenna and all control he had snapped.

  Aimery crossed his arms over his chest as he watched Frang stalk towards Kenna and the Fae she spoke with. “Do you think he knows yet?"

  Rufina laughed. “You mean does he know he's in love with her? Nay, not yet. But he will,” she said.

  Theron chuckled. “It is a good night. Glenna just told Conall that he will be a father, and Frang has found love."

  "That's wonderful,” Rufina said at the news of Glenna. “I know how desperately she has wanted a child."

  But Aimery wasn't ready to celebrate. “Kenna still has the Book of Magic."

  Rufina's smile faded. “Have faith in Frang, Aimery. He will make the right decision."

  "It isn't him I don't have faith in, my queen,” he said. “It's everyone else."

  Theron's hand came to rest on Aimery's shoulder. “We cannot interfere."

  "I know."

  "But no one said we couldn't watch."

  Aimery smiled. “My king, you are all that is wise."

  Rufina harrumphed. “Wise? Why don't you tell him whose idea it was?"

  Aimery bent and kissed his queen's hand. “I am ever your servant,” he said before he moved into the forest.

  Theron took a deep breath and turned to his wife. “Once again, the fate of the Glen hangs in the balance."

  "All will be well,” she said as she leaned her head against him. “I feel it in my bones."

  "I pray you're right, wife."

  * * * *

  Kenna had never seen someone look so powerful or handsome as Frang had as he began the ceremony. He commanded the Druids with just a look, his tone deep and smooth as he called forth the Fae.

  Malina had leaned close and explained the man and woman on either side of Frang were the king and queen of the Fae. Before Kenna had time to register that thought, Fae began to fill the area. Their graceful, beautiful bodies bared for all to see.

  She stared in wonder as the Fae chose their human companions for the night, sometimes with no words spoken, before they disappeared into the forest.

  Kenna was trying to decide whether to approach Frang or not when she felt something around her, as if a cloak of desire had been placed on her.

  Kenna.

  She looked to her left and saw a magnificent male Fae striding towards her. He was more beautiful than words could describe with his swirling blue eyes, flaxen hair and tall form. He wasn't as muscular as Frang, but there was strength in him nonetheless.

  Her gaze moved over his nude body to his thick rod that hardened before her eyes. She gasped as he came to stand breaths from her.

  Touch me.

  She blinked and looked into his eyes. “Stop talking to me in my head."

  Why? ‘Tis what we do. Stop denying the desire you have for me. Take my hand and I will show you a night you will never forget full of pleasure and rapture.

  Kenna looked down to find the Fae's hand outstretched and waiting for her. Her hand lifted as if she no longer had control over her body.

  Suddenly, the Fae's gaze moved over her, and Kenna heard someone approach.

  "Release her, Daryn."

  Kenna looked over her shoulder to find Frang.

  "It is me she wants,” Daryn said softly.

  Frang shook his head. “You're using your allure. Let her make her own decision."

  "What is she to you?” Daryn asked, not ready to give up.

  Kenna looked back and forth between the two men. She wanted to go to Frang, but her body refused to listen. It was as if the Fae had control of her.

  "Kenna,” Frang said and gently turned her towards him. “Take my hand and come with me."

  Her breath left her in a whoosh as Daryn came up behind her and moulded his body to hers.

  "Aye, Kenna,” Daryn whispered in her ear. “Tell him who it is you really want."

  The world spun around Kenna as her body began to throb with desire. Daryn's hands caressed her back and sides as he moved his rod against the swells of her bottom.

  "Kenna,” Frang said and placed his hands on either side of her face. “I've never wanted a woman more than I've wanted you. If you want Daryn, I'll leave. You have only to say the word."

  She focused on Frang's beautiful sky blue eyes and smiled for she knew what it was she wanted. “You. I want you."

  As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Daryn backed away from her and left, yet the desire she felt only increased. All she could think of was having Frang's rod buried deep inside of her again.

  "Come,” he said and led her out of the clearing and into the forest.

  Kenna lifted her skirts with her free hand since she had to nearly run to keep up with his long strides. She heard a familiar laugh and caught sight of Malina disappearing with a man who looked somewhat familiar, but she didn't think twice about her friend, not when she was with Frang once again.

  Frang didn't slow until they entered the stone circle. She began to t
hink he was taking her to her chamber when he suddenly turned and opened a door.

  She paused and looked at him before entering. She heard the door close softly behind her, but her gaze was taking in the room. Without a doubt she knew Frang had taken her to his chamber.

  "I've never brought a woman here,” he said as he came up behind her and moved her hair away from her neck before he bent down and placed his mouth against her skin.

  Kenna sighed and leaned against him. “Why have you brought me?"

  He lifted his head then turned her to face him. “I wish I knew the answer."

  "It doesn't matter,” she said with a smile. “Kiss me."

  As soon as his lips claimed hers, the need that had pulsed within her exploded. She heard fabric ripping as she and Frang tried to take the other's clothes off.

  He broke the kiss only long enough to pull off his boots, dagger and kilt, then his mouth was once more on hers, kissing her mindless.

  Kenna threw off her robes and let him guide her back towards the bed as her hands roamed over his back, his muscles bunching and moving beneath her palms. Her breasts ached for his touch while her body sought his heat.

  He lifted her and gently laid her on the bed before moving on top of her. She smiled up at him as he settled between her legs. He moved his hips against her sex sending waves of pleasure through her.

  She moaned and closed her eyes as he repeated the movement then bent down and took a nipple in his mouth. His hand moved to cup her sex, his fingers adding a little pressure to her pearl. Her desire climbed higher and her body throbbed for release.

  "Frang,” she whispered as she moved her hips against him.

  She heard his sharp intake of breath before he moved down, his mouth trailing kisses to the valley of her breasts, then down her chest and across her hips.

  It wasn't until he pushed her legs open wider and his mouth hovered over her sex that she realised what he intended to do. Her breath stuck in her throat as she watched his head lower between her legs. Then, she felt his tongue flick over her.

  She gasped and dug her fingers in the covers as intense pleasure wrapped around her. While Frang's tongue swirled around her pearl, his hands found her nipples and teased them mercilessly.

  He pinched her nipples before rubbing his thumbs back and forth over them making them hard, sensitive peaks that begged for more of his touch. But it was nothing compared to what his tongue was doing to her sex.

  She felt herself building towards her climax with each stroke of his tongue, but just before she peaked, he rose up and kissed her. Kenna wrapped her arms around him as she tasted herself on his tongue.

  "My God.” Frang leaned his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. “I cannot get enough of you."

  "Good, because I want so much more of you."

  He smiled just before he rose up and flipped her on her stomach. As innocent as she was in the ways of lovemaking, she trusted Frang. Instead of being fearful of what he was doing, she found herself curious and eager for his touch.

  She sighed contentedly when his hands began to roam over her back and buttocks. His caress was light, gentle but bespoke of a promise of pleasure to come.

  He didn't leave her long to wait as he licked her from neck to the small of her back. She shivered and waited for more. When he lifted her hips up until she rested on her elbows, excitement began to drum through her.

  His hands massaged her bottom as he rubbed his rod in the cleft of her cheeks. Just when she didn't think she could stand it any longer, he slowly entered her. Kenna cried out as he impaled her. She had forgotten how thick he was, but it didn't take her long to stretch to accommodate him.

  All the while, he stayed still. When she tried to move her hips, he gripped them and held her.

  "Don't move. I'll spill now if you do."

  She didn't care. All she wanted was the release she felt so very near, if only he would move within her.

  "Frang,” she cried, her face buried in the covers.

  Gently he pulled out of her only to thrust hard into her. Over and over he moved, her climax growing closer and closer. She was almost to the edge.

  "Kenna,” she heard Frang call her name.

  He was pumping furiously in her, and then she felt him move until his fingers gripped her pearl. Between his thumb and forefinger he rubbed her tiny bud as he continued to thrust.

  As the orgasm washed through her, she heard Frang call her name as his seed filled her body.

  Chapter Thirty

  Frang couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Something had happened. He couldn't name it, couldn't say what it was, but he knew something had changed.

  Kenna looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. He leaned down and kissed her before he slowly pulled out of her and fell to the bed. He welcomed Kenna as she snuggled against him.

  His hand played with the ends of her hair as he tried to put his finger on what had occurred. He had never been so worried than when he'd seen Daryn with Kenna. Humans rarely refused Fae. When Kenna had chosen him, his elation had been great, as had his need to leave the clearing and get her somewhere private.

  Immediately, he'd thought of his chamber. Of all the times he'd taken a woman, none had ever seen his refuge. Yet, he didn't regret bringing Kenna. It felt right that she was here with him.

  As it had felt right taking her again. It seemed when it came to Kenna, he couldn't think clearly. All he wanted was to be near her.

  And that's when he realised what had happened.

  He gazed at the stone ceiling and tried to recall the exact moment he had fallen in love with Kenna. His heart melted just thinking of her.

  "What are you thinking that has you smiling so?” she asked as she leaned up on an elbow and gazed down at him.

  "That I want you again."

  "So soon?” she asked with a giggle.

  "I always want you."

  Her smile faded and she bit her lip, a sign that she was nervous. “Why me?"

  "I don't know, and it doesn't matter. It is you."

  "You came for me tonight. I didn't expect you to."

  Frang pushed her hair behind her ear. “It was always my intention. I'm glad you chose me over Daryn."

  "And if I'd have said I wanted both of you?” she teased.

  "I'd have agreed, as would have Daryn."

  Her amber eyes widened. “Truly?"

  "Truly. You don't understand yet the magic of this night, nor the pull the Fae have on humans."

  "I understand that pull all too well,” she said tightly. “He would have taken me whether I really wanted it or not."

  Frang laughed. “Oh, you would have wanted it. Never doubt that."

  "But it wouldn't have been you."

  He moved her until she straddled him and brought her head down for a kiss. “Why me?” he posed her question back at her.

  She smiled. “Because you are everything I've ever wanted in a man. You sacrifice yourself for many, despite the power you have as high priest. Your loyalty to Conall and his clan staggers me. Because you chose to save me instead of taking the book for yourself. Because you are you."

  Frang had never been so humbled in his life. “You're an amazing woman, Kenna."

  She smiled and shrugged. “I'm simply a woman who has found a man who pleases her."

  "Then let me please you some more,” he said and lifted her hips until her sex hovered over his rod. “Do you want more?"

  "I always want more of you,” she whispered.

  Frang watched as she slowly lowered herself on his rod. When she was seated fully, he reached up and cupped her breasts. “This position gives a woman complete control."

  "Not complete,” she said as he ran his fingers over her nipple.

  He smiled at the look of pleasure that passed over her face. “Let me show you."

  Reluctantly, he released her plump breasts and moved his hands to her hips. With his hands he moved her hips back and forth, then around in circles.

  "Oh,
my,” she said breathlessly. “That feels ... wonderful."

  Wonderful didn't describe the emotions running rampant in Frang. Through half-closed eyes he watched Kenna brace her hands on his chest and begin to slowly move her hips front to back.

  Even after experiencing a climax not five minutes before, he could feel himself rising to another one quickly. Just watching Kenna was enough to make him come. She had no idea how sensual and erotic she was.

  His hands moved from her hips to the indent of her small waist up to her breasts. He couldn't get enough of them, and because he knew how sensitive they were, they brought great pleasure to Kenna.

  Softly he ran his fingers over her nipples and watched as her mouth opened on a moan and her head dropped back. Her nipples puckered beneath his fingers

  Her tempo increased, and it was all he could do to concentrate and not give in to the need to come. Little cries of pleasure poured from her mouth the more his fingers worked her breasts.

  Just when he didn't think he could last much longer, she leaned over him, her red hair falling around them to shut out the outside world, and kissed him.

  He felt her stiffen and clench around his rod. A heartbeat later, he gripped her hips and plunged deep inside of her until he touched her womb. Only then did he allow the orgasm loose.

  As wave upon wave of pleasure engulfed him, Kenna placed kisses on his face, softly calling his name. He wrapped his arms around her and held her against his chest, still deep inside her.

  He didn't want to move, didn't want the outside world to interfere in their haven, but there was no stopping the outside world. Not now. Not ever.

  With his body sated and his heart full, Frang found himself drifting off to sleep. Kenna shifted and his arms tightened around her.

  "I'm not going anywhere,” she whispered in his ear.

  He let her move off him and snuggle against his side. And with a silent promise to himself to rest for a few hours and enjoy the solitude with Kenna, he allowed sleep to claim him.

  * * * *

  Tears coursed down Kenna's face. Her night with Frang had shown her one important thing—she was in love with him. While he slept, she plotted her departure.

  The more she thought about leaving, the more she didn't want to, until there came a time that she knew she had to get up and leave or stay with Frang forever. And she cared too much for him and the other Druids to allow Wallace to kill them.