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our side in battle, though.” Aislinn licked her lips and tasted salt from perpetual mists that hung in the air. “Speaking of which, I assume there’s another pow-wow with the humans.”
    “Aye, that there is. If nothing else, we must craft a defensive plan should we be attacked.”
    “Not if, but when,” she cut in. “I can’t put my finger on it, but time grows short. I feel it here.” She laid a hand over her chest.
    “Ye and Bran, both. He says the Lemurians are closing, and I presume the dark gods are masterminding whatever they’re up to.”
    Rune growled from around his impromptu meal. “I’m ready.” He shifted to mind speech because his mouth was busy.
    Aislinn waited for the raven to jump in, but either Bella was out of earshot, or biding her time. The roar of breakers on sand got louder as they closed the distance to the beach. Fionn stopped walking and spun her in his arms until they faced one another. He murmured a string of Gaelic endearments just before he closed his mouth over hers.
    Aislinn wove her arms around Fionn’s muscled torso and opened her mouth to his insistent tongue. Need flared, hot and urgent, but Fionn always had that effect on her. From the moment their bodies had first slammed together, passion drove reason from her mind.
    She’d lost her father to Perrikus and D’Chel the night they’d pierced the veil separating Earth from their borderworlds. Lemurians had killed her mother a year later, and Aislinn had vowed to never let another soul get close enough to hurt her if something hideous happened to them. She’d held firm for two years, but first Rune and then Fionn, had walked into her life and changed everything.
    Too late. It’s too late to worry about it now. Her breath quickened, and her nipples formed hard peaks where they were squashed against his chest.
    Fionn dropped his hands lower and cupped the curves of her ass, pulling her hard against an obvious erection. She tore her mouth from his. “So, do you just want to fall into the wet grass and get it on?”
    He made a decidedly male sound deep in his throat. “Not a bad idea, leannán. I can make us a dry place with magic.” He butted his hard-on against her pelvis. “At least we’d have a shred of privacy. No telling who’ll burst into my rooms back in the house.”
    “No kidding. Do you suppose the dragons have figured out how to work their way past the deadbolt?”
    “Och, lassie. Now ye mention it, I caught the black one using magic to do just that earlier today.” He tugged one of her arms from around him and pushed her hand over his engorged flesh. “We willna be long. Think of the adventure aspect.” Muted humor ran beneath his words.
    Aislinn tilted her head back and gazed into his sky blue eyes. His long, blond hair was braided in an intricate Celtic pattern the men favored. Classic bone structure—with a high forehead, sculpted cheekbones, and a square jaw—wouldn’t have been out of place on a statue of Adonis. At six feet two, he was just a shred taller than her. Her throat thickened with emotion, and she asked, “Do you know how much I love you?”
    “Aye, mo croi, because I love you just as much. I canna imagine my life without you in it.” His cock jumped against her curved fingers.
    “Och, ’tis just that MacLochlainn bond thing.” She aped his brogue.
    “’Tisn’t and ye know it. Your mother loved Gwydion, yet she was bound to me through the same stricture.”
    “I was teasing.” She stroked him through the thick wool of his trousers. “Sure, we can make love—”
    “Mistress!” Rune’s mind voice was sharp, urgent.
    Fionn’s head snapped up, and he swung his head from side to side, scenting the air. “Fuck!”
    “What is it?” Aislinn sent her Mage gift spinning outward, trying to sense whatever Fionn and her wolf felt.
    “Harpies.”
    Fionn let go of her, and she felt him draw warding around them. The air warmed with the feel of his power, and her skin tingled.