The Craving (Rogues of Scotland #1) Read Online Free PDF

the castle. Follow me, and I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
    She turned on her heel and walked out of the room to the stairs. Ronan was one step behind her. His presence was comforting, even as he put her on edge.
     
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    Days turned into weeks, and during that time Ronan thought of Meg, of leaning over her, her soft curves cushioning him before he thrust inside her. There was something very compelling about her. Ronan couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but he knew it was more about the woman herself than the fact he had been alone for so long.
    He hungered for food and the pleasures of the flesh. 
    He craved the feel of the rain upon his skin.
    He yearned for the sun and the wind. 
    But Meg’s presence dimmed everything else. 
    There was pain in her gray eyes, but the light within her brightened all. She was tempting, arousing, and fierce without even knowing it.
    Ronan had been given odd jobs throughout the castle. The fact there wasn’t much for him to do showed how well run the castle truly was. 
    He would often find himself near Meg, and he used every opportunity to speak with her in the hopes of learning more about her. Each time he made her laugh was a small triumph. 
    As the days flew by, he found himself searching for her to make sure she was within reach and safe. When he wasn't checking on Meg, he was working outside any chance he got so he could bask in the sun.
    It had felt good to use his muscles and his mind. How he used to complain about the menial work his uncle made him perform. Wouldn’t his uncle be laughing now if he could see that Ronan was looking for work to occupy him.
    A month to the day that he had been freed from his prison, he waited for Meg. Three nights in a row he had woken with a feeling that he needed to go to the mirror, and every night that feeling increased. It unsettled him, because he feared he might not have a choice of remaining and making a life. He could be back in the hated mirror regardless of what Meg said.
    He pushed away from the wall and smiled when he spotted her walking from the castle with a basket laden with food. He quickly fell into step beside her. “Need some help?”
    He didn’t give her time to answer as he took the basket. Her strides were long and purposeful as her gaze darted to the ominous clouds that filled the sky.
    “Did you sleep well?” she asked as she nodded in passing to a man tending to the horses.
    “I didna sleep.” Even in the night he was battered on all sides by the sounds and sights around him. It was so different than the silent blackness he had known for so long. As he soaked it all in, sleep was the farthest thing from his mind. 
    His chamber – on an opposite side of the castle from Meg’s – had a lovely view. Yet, he found himself standing outside her door most nights fighting his desire to taste her lips and skin. He wouldn’t go uninvited into her room when she was offering him a roof over his head, food in his stomach, and most especially, freedom from the mirror.
    But how he hungered for her.
    So much so, that when he had found a willing woman, he had walked away. Him. Walked away! It unheard of. Particularly when his cock ached for relief.
    The maid’s kisses had been experienced, her body soft, but she hadn’t been Meg. Even now he couldn’t believe he had left a willing female to instead stand guard outside Meg’s door with desire burning through him.
    She frowned as she cut her eyes to him. “Aren’t you tired?”
    “When there is only darkness around you, there’s no need to open your eyes. I feel as if I’ve slept away years. I want to take it all in while I have the chance.”
    “You still think I’m going to send you back,” she said, appalled. “I said I wouldn’t.”
    He shrugged. It wasn’t like Ronan could tell her he didn’t trust women. He knew them to be manipulative, devious creatures who wanted nothing more than their own pleasures.
    Meg came to a halt. It took a moment