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would argue, but he crossed his arms and nodded. “After the vision and with sufficient guards,” he ordered.
    Connor tilted his head, appearing to acquiesce for the moment. That battle could be better waged with a clearer head than he had now.
    “My lord,” he said, stepping back into his chambers.
    Once Diarmid made his way down the hall, Connor closed the door and leaned against it as the pain flooded him. Trying to ride the waves of pain as they hit, Connor stumbled over to the large, wooden chest in one corner and opened it. After a few minutes of searching, he found the healer’s latest brew and poured a good measure of it into his goblet. Filling it with sweet wine, he swirled the mixture and then downed it in two swallows. Connor walked over to the chair and fell into it, for the effects of the drug would begin soon.
    The concoction began working in a few minutes, and Connor noticed that the pain receded a bit. He was still sitting in the chair, unmoving, when he realized that his physical needs, heightened now as the vision was but two or three days off, caused his body to emanate that essence that beckoned women to him. The smell of it, like something from deep in the forest, was more noticeable now than earlier—mayhap the pain blocked it from working?—and Connor knew it would take no time at all to be answered.
    The sound of someone scratching lightly on the door at his back told him the first had arrived. Torn between his fleshly needs, accelerated now, and his desire for the only woman who’d made a difference, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as he began to experience more of the drug’s effect. The pain moved further away from him, allowing the heat in his blood to spread. Erect and hardened, his cock knew the answer even if he struggled with the question.
    “My lord?” the soft voice queried through the timber door.
    Another breath, and more of the scent spread. And yet he took another breath before he gave in, deciding that celibacy was not the answer either.
    What if he never found her?
    What if waiting for her caused him to miss another woman who could make him feel the same things Moira had?
    Mayhap the girl outside his door now, the one who had lain in his bed offering herself to him earlier, could drain him of the raging lust in his veins and give him respite from the pain, too?
    He strode to the door, lifted the latch, and stepped away, pulling the door open as he moved. The girl entered, still wrapped in the cloak that Ranald had covered her in just minutes—hours—ago. With a motion of his hand, he sent her back to his bed, watching her long brown hair sway down her back with each step she took.
    If he closed his eyes, it would feel the same. If he didn’t taste her lips or the heart of her passion, he would never know. Connor pushed the door closed and followed her into his sleeping chamber. She’d stopped by the bed, and he moved around her, climbing onto its surface and sitting with his back against the tall, cushioned headboard.
    “My lord, how can I serve you?” she asked, her voice soft and dreamlike. Her eyes, though green, were undefined and shadowed, not clear and challenging as the woman he wanted.
    She’d not waited on his request; instead, she lifted his tunic and loosened his belt. Reaching into his trews, she took his cock in her grasp and then climbed between his legs, positioning herself as he knew she would. She paused and raised her head, waiting on his word now, and he nodded.
    When she licked her lips and opened her mouth wide to accommodate him there, he tried to imagine someone else in her place. Her movements teased his hardness and made waves of pleasure pulse through it. Her hands were skillful as she massaged his sac, sliding her fingers around it, lifting it, and caressing it as she suckled on his rod.
    He felt the pressure build in it and tried to remember the feel of Moira’s mouth taking him in deeply. Connor knew his release was close, and he