To Love a Highland Dragon by Ann Gimpel

Author:Ann Gimpel [Gimpel, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00EZJDO9Q
Goodreads: 18392822
Publisher: Taliesin Publishing
Published: 2013-09-04T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Lachlan kissed Maggie’s forehead tenderly once she was through chortling with the goddess. Ceridwen was like that. She could deal death with the best of them, yet she had a vibrant liveliness that was contagious. He bit down on a sigh, muffling it in his clothing. He’d hoped the dragon mate bond would spin its magic, and the lass would fall head over heels in love with him, but it hadn’t happened yet. Och aye, well, she did wed me. Mayhap ’tis greedy to ask for more just now.

He pushed to a sitting position and gathered more clothes. Loathing filled him when he picked up the breeks. He wished to hell he’d had the presence of mind to bring a plaid along. His cock was still half hard, and the thought of forcing it back behind the metal buttons was deucedly unpleasant.

Maggie had just shrugged back into the binding about her breasts and her shirt when music trilled. He started and then remembered it was the thing she called a phone. She grabbed her bag and fished the little noisemaker out of it.

Worse than a hungry bairn, he thought.

Maggie blew out an exasperated breath. “Shit. It’s Chloe again.” She swiped a finger over the device. It silenced immediately, and she spoke into it. “Yes?”

Lachlan tried to eavesdrop, but the witch guarded her communications closely. After long silences when Maggie was obviously listening, and a few times when she clucked nonsensical, soothing sounds into the phone, Ceridwen snapped, “Oh for the love of Andraste, give that bloody thing to me.”

“Hang on Chloe,” Maggie said. “Someone here wants to talk with you.”

“Well, if it’s that fucking dragon shifter who’s wasting time on sex—”

“It’s not.” Maggie handed the phone to Ceridwen and started to get into her trousers.

“Odd,” Lachlan said. “I heard your aunt’s last comment but not the ones before.”

Maggie snorted. “Not odd at all. Chloe was in rare form. When she gets really angry, it’s hard for her to hang onto her spells. She’s always had that problem.”

He watched the goddess out of the corners of his eyes. It was apparent Ceridwen had some level of comfort with modern devices, like Maggie’s phone. If she could learn, so can I.

“Either ye come here and help us, or doona meddle.” Ceridwen wasn’t exactly shouting, but she wasn’t far from it. Her voice held an undercurrent of cold steel.

“Wish I felt comfortable telling my aunt to go pound sand.” Maggie finished dressing and grimaced. “I’ve always placated her. The other women gradually accepted that I wasn’t interested in being part of the coven and their magic, but Chloe always gave me grief.” She leveled her intense, blue gaze at Lachlan. “What happens next?”

“I doona know, lass, but I have a feeling the goddess has something in mind. ’Tis why she conjured her cauldron—to concentrate her power.”

“I thought we did that when we made love.”

He smiled. “Aye, I could feel the verra earth move.”

“Och, you Scots.” She aped his brogue and punched his arm.

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