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was doing it. He never obeyed orders from women, even if they coincided with his own desire at the moment. He refused out of sheer ingrained contrariness. He intended to refuse now, but she'd started to toy with her turgid nipples through the gossamer and he found himself entranced. His hands tore his kilt away before he could stop himself.
    “You’ve been a good boy. Now you get a prize,” she said, and he leapt into the bed. He had taken far prettier women but for some reason, he wanted this one. He wanted this one a lot.
    She smiled and trailed teasing fingernails down the length of the staff that most of the women who panted after him would only grasp in their dreams.
    “Now it begins,” she murmured, as her skilled talons teased his tormented need, keeping him at the edge of the precipice, knowing the anticipation would make the pleasure all the more intense when she finally allowed it. His answer was a deep groan, but it was all the response she sought. He thrust and moaned in a haze of chemically enhanced lust, nearly helpless in a world where only the need in his loins was real.
    Early morning arrived before he could tear himself away. He opened the door of his room, acknowledging that he was exhausted. Unfortunately, his bed was already occupied. He didn’t know who the young woman was, but she was blonde and beautiful and naked. Following his normal pattern, he left the door open and stood in the doorway as he called for his squire, instructing him to get the woman out of there. He had learned that it was better not to cross the threshold at all.
    He was too spent to endure the trauma of another eviction, so he went to Calum’s room, where he had bedded down in the past when he had been too tired to await the always dramatic retreat of a thwarted schemer. His entry disturbed the other man.
    “Another wench in your bed?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Who was it this time?”
    “Don’t know, don’t care.”
    Calum sniffed and chuckled groggily. “I can tell why you weren’t interested. Don’t know who you’ve been with tonight but she must be good. You reek of sex. Who was it?”
    “Sorcha. Yes, she was good. Exceptional in fact.”
    He had invited her to attend the festivities. The elders would scream and complain which might be why he did it, he wasn’t sure. He had been so turned on that his brain wasn’t working well, if at all. He didn’t know what he’d been feeling, but it seemed like claws of passion. Was this the one? Virginity was prized in his family, and all of the other faerie fated loves had been virginal. It seemed odd that he would vary from that pattern, and his heart felt strangely intact. His loins were surely involved, but not his heart.
    Still he was happy. This was the first time he had felt anything like those claws so he would wait and see if the rest would follow. He rolled over, and went to sleep as the morning sun crept into the room.
    Several hours later, Heather vibrated with excitement. The coach drew within site of the castle that rose from atop a rocky outcropping to loom majestically over a world of water. The front entry showcased manicured hedges, but the side garden was like the Highlands, wild and free. Surrounded by a loch and rising over the Sea of the Hebrides, the castle took its name from the mountains. The magical atmosphere of the Isle had its source at Kilcuillin, the castle held by the clan with the blood of the Shining Folk running through their veins.
    The elders awaited the family. They made no comment upon her appearance, opting instead for diplomacy. “We will show you to your chamber, lass so you can change and be prepared to greet the laird.”
    Hints that that hurt seldom found their mark, but this prick was particularly sharp. “Many have that wish but none more so than Mother. I am who I am and how I am, I fear, sir.”
    One of the elders wrinkled his brow, shrugged slightly and then called a servant to help her upstairs. She didn’t linger in the room