Flight of Dragons

by Elianne Adams, Sadie Haller, Zoe York, Shelley Munro, Zara Keane, LC Alleyne, Skye Jones, Evanne Lorraine, Ann Gimpel

  Lachlan spun and opened his arms. She shook her head. “Not here. It’s best if we leave before anyone sees you.”

  He cocked a brow. “Really? But I’m dressed as ye wanted.”

  “That’s not it. I just don’t want anyone asking questions. The Scots think I’m odd enough as it is.”

  He snorted. “Aye, and I can see how they might.” He followed her back to her vehicle and got in. “Can we park this somewhere near where ye found me yesterday?”

  “Sure.” She started the noisy thing that made the car go and spun its wheel. The metal monster obligingly headed out of the parking area.

  “How did ye defeat Rhukon in your dream?”

  “Huh?” She glanced at him.

  “Your dream. How did ye get away from Rhukon once he hit you?”

  “I don’t know. He turned into a black dragon. After that things just disintegrated. I fought him, did my damnedest to hurt him before he morphed into a dragon—and then I woke up.”

  “Humph.” Lachlan thought about what she’d just said. “It sounds as if something moved his attention away from you.”

  She bit her lip. “Do you know what he planned to do with me?”

  “Not entirely, but he will want to keep you and me away from one another.”

  “Why? You never explained anything about that part.”

  “Nay, I dinna. And I willna now. Bear with me, lass. I’ll take you to a place where we may speak freely. I control its magic, now that I’ve rid it of Rhukon’s taint and built stronger wards with the help of the Celts.”

  She pulled up near the side of the roadway. “Okay. I’m game. We have to be on the road to Glasgow, but not until midnight.”

  “But it takes days to get to Glasgow—without magic,” he protested.

  Maggie smiled with full, sensual lips. “We don’t need magic.” Her expression intensified the classic bone structure in her face, bringing her cheekbones into stark relief. Her beauty took his breath away. “We have a gasoline-powered engine. Shouldn’t take us more than three-and-a-half hours. There won’t be any traffic in the middle of the night.”

  Lachlan nodded slowly. “Doona mind me. I can see where this contraption,” he tapped the car’s door, “wouldna take all that long to transport us sixty leagues.”

  A musical laugh filled his ears. “Wait until you see airplanes.” Apparently responding to something she saw in his face, she elaborated. “They’re long, silvery metal tubes that fly through the air at six hundred miles an hour—carrying several hundred people. That’s how Grannie’s getting here. If it were a shorter distance—without an ocean to cross—she’d probably have just channeled coven magic.”

  Trying to picture what Maggie described felt impossible. His mind balked at the visual. He got out of the car and waited for her. “Come stand by my side, lass.”

  “Sure. Which way are we going?” She moved next to him, all vibrant warmth and soft curves. She carried a leather bag over one shoulder and had a dark gray sweater tied around her waist. Lachlan wanted to pull her into his arms but resisted the temptation. Once he laid hands on her, he’d never be able to let go. Besides, there’d be time to hold her and explore her lush woman’s parts in Kheladin’s cave.

  He glanced around. People were everywhere. Casting a spell was risky where someone might see them disappear. He looked toward the clumps of gorse and thistle that hid the entrance to his cave. A dense grove of beech and ash grew off to one side. Lachlan pointed at them. “Over there.”

  Maggie took his arm. He leaned toward her and breathed in the mingled scents of hair and skin. His groin stirred immediately, but his cock was cramped inside the stiff fabric of the breeks. It had taken forever for him to soften once he’d donned the strange trousers. He had no wish to repeat the experience, but his cock swelled anyway.

  Lachlan drew Maggie close. Together, they strode into the circle of trees. Once within the protective ring of boughs, Lachlan realized it was the sacred band of beeches alternating with ash that he’d planted in front of his castle. Moving from one tree to the next, he laid a hand on each of their trunks. They trilled and cooed their pleasure.

  “You act like you know these trees.” Maggie pitched her voice low.

  “Aye, I planted them. They sat just within my courtyard.” He melted deeper into the grove and beckoned to her. “What this means is we’ll be safe from prying eyes. The trees shall see to it. I’ll draw magic to move us from this place. Ye must come into my arms. ’Twill feel strange—not my embrace but my magic. Doona fear. The world will dissolve and reform, but the whole of it will happen verra quickly.” He opened his arms.

  She came into them, and joy sluiced through him, mixed with intense sexual heat. “Hurry.” Her voice was thick. Lachlan wasn’t certain if she were afraid or as anxious as he to get to more private surroundings.

  He thanked the trees for remembering him and asked for their protection. That done, he cast the spell to transport them from the grove to Kheladin’s cave. He tightened his arms around Maggie. She was trembling. He gazed down at her, ready to mouth calming words until he saw the determined set of her jaw and the fire in her smoky blue eyes.

  Lachlan smiled and kissed her forehead. He’d found a modern warrior, akin to the Valkyries of old. He snorted, amused by the comparison.

  “What?” She stared at him boldly.

  “Ye’re beautiful. Take a deep breath, and doona fight the casting.”

  ****

  The bottom dropped out of Maggie’s stomach, rather like a carnival ride, and the day darkened. Moments later, a very different scene rose before her. Being encased in Lachlan’s magic felt soothing, not nearly as frightening as she’d feared. Her feet touched something solid. “Is it safe to move?”

  “Aye, lass. Welcome to Kheladin’s cave. ’Twas our prison for many a long year.” A warm, blue globe materialized next to his head.

  Maggie flicked at it, not surprised to find its surface cool. “Grannie makes light like this. I need to learn. Did you excavate the cave or was it natural?”

  “Kheladin and I built it after we first bonded. There was already a natural cavern here, but we enlarged it. He needed a place for his hoard and a retreat when life in the castle felt too busy and overwhelming.”

  “Is that your dragon’s name?”

  “Aye, ’tis.”

  “I’ll bet neither of you imagined how busy or overwhelming life could get.” She walked briskly away from him, looking at things as she went. He followed her so she’d have access to his light. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed and hunkered next to a pile of gold coins. She picked one up and examined it. “There must be a small fortune in here.” Straightening, she held the doubloon next to his mage light. “Fifteen eighty-three, with a likeness of the King of Spain.”

  “Why did ye never develop your magic?” He closed a hand over the one holding the gold coin and held her gaze with his.

  “Magic killed both my parents. They were fighting a rival coven and ended up as collateral damage. I had a much older brother—never knew him very well—who lost his life in the same fight. I was only a little girl, but I developed an antipathy for something that could rob me of my family in the blink of an eye.” Maggie stopped to breathe. Even now, decades later, talking about it still hurt. “When my periods started, and the women wanted to indoctrinate me, I fought them.”

  Lachlan nodded. “I’m hoping ye can lay your qualms aside. Ye’ll need every shred of power ye can lay hands on afore this is over.” He let go of her. “Go ahead, lass. Look about. Ye needn’t be shy. Put the coin back, though. ’Tis best if ye doona rearrange Kheladin’s treasure overmuch.” He bent, tugged his pants legs up, and proceeded to unlace first one boot, and then the other, while she gawked at the underground cavern.

  Maggie replaced the doubloon before she half-turned toward him. “Why are you taking off your boots?”

  He winked at her. “I wish to feel sand beneath my toes. It reestablishes my connection to Danu and the Ear
th. Go.” He made shooing motions with both hands. “Wander about.”

  Maggie fought a sense of unreality as she gazed at the space where Lachlan had slept the last three hundred plus years away. It was warmish underground, and she heard water running in the distance. The cave was large, maybe a hundred feet by a hundred-fifty. When she looked up, she couldn’t see its roof. The air above her darkened, retreating into infinity. Maggie continued her transit of the cave. In addition to gold, jewels littered its floor and were placed in alcoves. Many were huge, fist-sized gems in a rainbow of colors.

  “Ye asked about how we’re bound.” Lachlan’s voice rumbled, echoing slightly off the cave’s walls.

  “Yes, I’d like to know that.” Maggie walked to his side and laid a hand on his arm.

  “I never married. At first, I was too busy doing what young men do.” He grinned rakishly. “And then I focused all my energy honing my mage skills so a dragon would accept me as a bondmate. From my earliest rememberings, though, I dreamed of a lass such as you.”

  Maggie cocked her head. “Why didn’t you look for me, er her?”

  “I dinna believe she was real. I thought ’twas my guilt over not taking a wife and doing my part to produce bairns so Clan Moncrieffe wouldna die out.”

  “Dreams are subject to many alternate interpretations.” She started to tell him a little about her training but decided it wasn’t important.

  “Aye, true enough.” He inhaled sharply. “This next may be difficult for ye to ken, but Gwydion drew magic and looked within me. He believes the dream was a call to action, that ye are my soul mate, and we have been bound through many lives. If that weren’t enough, Arawn not only concurred, but said if I hadna been so stubborn in my pursuit of the arcane arts, I would’ve heeded my dreams, sought ye out long since, and wedded you.”

  Maggie tried to quiet her racing mind. Though it wasn’t much more than sixty degrees in the underground cavern, a fever raged through her. “How would finding me three hundred plus years ago have made any difference?” She chewed on her lip. Who the hell had she been in 1683? She’d avoided past life regressions the same way she avoided witchcraft.

  “We form powerful magic between us, once we’ve mated, that is” He shut his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, they gleamed fiercely. “Enough to right many of the wrongs in this world.”

  Could that possibly be true?

  “It feels like I tumbled down the rabbit hole into Wonderland.” She swallowed hard.

  “Lass?” Lachlan sounded confused, as well he would, since Lewis Carroll had lived and died while he slumbered. Though he wasn’t touching her, she felt an electric heat from his presence. The air between them was thick with both it and with his heady scent. Exotic and intoxicating, it pushed the danger they faced away from center stage.

  “It doesn’t matter.” She wound her arms around him and tilted her head back. Maybe this respite would be all she’d ever have with him. She’d be a fool to let it slip through her fingers. Her nipples hardened against his chest, and her throat was dry. Desire so sharp it had form and substance balled in her belly.

  He gazed down at her, his green eyes on fire with something she didn’t have a name for. Lust blazed in their depths. Behind the sexual heat, a ferocious strength glowed, brighter than diamonds. Am I seeing his dragon nature? The thought thrilled her. She ran her tongue over dry lips. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

  Lachlan laughed. The sound was rich and warm. “Aye, lass. Kissing and far more, I hope.” He ran his hands down her arms, touching her as if she might break.

  She tightened her grip on his shoulders and moved her hands down his back. With a throaty moan, he crushed her against him and lowered his mouth over hers.

  Chapter Nine

  Lachlan tasted her witch’s blood in the kiss, and he felt magic running through her veins like quicksilver. Such power, he marveled. How could she turn her back on it? His tongue tangled with hers, and the scent of her intensified, rising around them. She smelled of wildflowers and mead. Of honey and springtime. Her nipples pressed against his chest, hard as agates. She reached higher and twisted her hands in his hair. The combined rasp of their breathing was loud in his ears, louder than the pounding of his blood, more urgent than the fire thrumming a tattoo in his loins.

  He slid his hands lower and cupped the curves of her ass. Where most lassies were soft, Maggie was hard, tight with muscle. She hooked a leg around one of his, and he felt the heat of her center as she pushed herself against his leg, moaning softly. Lachlan broke their kiss. “Lass. ’Tis been long since ye’ve lain with a man. I see it in your mind. Why? Do men from your time not appreciate your beauty?”

  “I don’t want to talk. Not now.” Her words sounded garbled, as if she were underwater. She thrust herself against his leg.

  If he were any judge of things, she was on the edge of spending. Her head fell back on her long stalk of a neck. Her marvelous blue eyes fluttered shut, and crimson markings splotched both cheeks. He ran his mouth down the side of her face with gentle, nibbling kisses to get himself under control. If he didn’t rein his lust in, he’d shove her to the cave floor and have done with things. That wasn’t the way he wanted their first time to be. Nay, he wanted flowers and a bower lit with hundreds of candles. He wanted the Celtic marriage ceremony to bless their joining.

  “Maggie.” He unwound her leg from around his thigh and laid a hand on each of her hips. “Lass.” The word stuck in his throat. What could he say that wouldn’t make him seem less than a man? “I want this to be special for us. When we join our bodies, ’twill also join our hearts and souls. For that we need someone to bless our union.”

  “What?” Her eyes were glazed with yearning. “You want to find a priest? Didn’t you Celts shun organized religions?” She made a grab for the front of his breeks. Her hand closed around his erection. “You want me. I want you. What could be simpler?” Her fingers worked the breek’s buttons and pushed inside the confining material. She extracted his cock from its trouser-created hell.

  Her hand felt exquisite on him. He pushed into her fingers, and all his carefully crafted resolve blew away like so much chaff. “If ’tis so simple, why have ye kept to yourself for so long?”

  “I was busy.” She bent toward him and licked his neck, while knowing fingers milked his shaft. Somewhere along the way, she pushed the breeks down his legs, and he stepped out of them.

  Lachlan’s balls tightened. He laid a hand over hers and pried her fingers off his cock. “I’ll spend if ye keep that up.”

  She eyed him. “Yes, that’s the general idea. I’m so hot, I can’t think. We need to do this, you and I, so we can keep moving forward.” Maggie grasped his face between her hands and forced him to look at her. “I know you want me. Why are you suddenly acting like a nervous bridegroom?”

  Heat moved from his belly up his chest and neck. “I would see us wed, lass. To start our life together properly.”

  She knit her brows together, frowning. “We barely know one another. You believe in some ancient prophecy that says we belong together. I’m still trying to absorb all this. At least in my time, the custom is for a man and woman to spend time talking, getting to know one another, having sex together. Then, if all that feels right, they seal the deal.”

  “Seal the deal? Ye make it sound like buying a flock of sheep from the neighboring estate.”

  She snorted and then laughed. “See. Perhaps that’s why I haven’t had any lovers for a couple years. I’m too matter-of-fact for romance.” She shrugged and had the grace to look embarrassed. “Maybe that’s something you need to know about me before you tether your star to mine.”

  Maggie took a step back. Her eyes lit with mischief and frank, sexual need. Reflected by his mage light, they glowed like exotic blue gemstones. In one fluid motion, she took hold of the bottom of her shirt and yanked it over her head. Before he could stop her, she undid the scraps of cloth holding her breasts and dropped them atop her shirt. With an
expression worthy of Aphrodite, Maggie raised her hands over her head, and thrust her chest toward him.

  Lachlan’s throat thickened. It was almost impossible to breathe around the thrum of blood racing through his body. “Ye are truly bonny,” he managed, though his tongue felt clumsy and stupid. He couldn’t tear his gaze from her breasts. They rode high on a sculpted ribcage. Red-brown nipples puckered, begging for the touch of his lips.

  She ran her tongue over her lips and circled one peaked nipple with her own fingers. “It would feel ever so much better,” she said around quick inhalations, “if your hands were touching me. I know what mine feel like.” She rubbed one foot against the other and toed off her shoes.

  His cock felt like an iron bar curved against his stomach. If he did nothing, he’d spend anyway. His balls were too full to be denied. He took a step toward her and then another. “Do you have a bed in here?” She moved her other hand between her legs. “Because if you don’t, the floor will work just fine.”

  Lachlan’s control snapped when she touched her core. He surged forward and latched his mouth over one of her breasts. He licked and suckled until she squealed with delight, and then he moved to the other. He lost count of how many times he switched sides. Her hands found his cock again. This time, she closed both of them about him. His lust was like a knife on a grindstone, honed to the sharpest edge.

  He raised his head and claimed her mouth again. Tongue buried in her mouth, all he could think about was sinking another part of him deep in her body. He reached between her legs. The heat of her center was like an electric shock. With shaking hands, he fumbled with the unfamiliar fastenings of her pants. And then she was helping, and the soft fabric slithered down her hips. He pushed a hand between her legs again and rubbed her sensitive nub, slick with her arousal. His fingers slid deeper, entering her body. He was about to pull back and push inside her again when her muscles clenched around his fingers and clenched again.

  She was coming, and he rubbed the seat of her woman’s pleasure with the other hand to intensify her sensation. When her body quieted, he pulled his fingers from her and sucked her sweetness from them. She sank to her knees before him, twitched his smallclothes out of the way, and took him into her mouth.