Laird of Darkness by Nicole North

Author:Nicole North
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2011-07-30T22:00:00+00:00

Duncan focused on the fire before him until the brightness of the flames stung his eyes. But naught could sting as much as the bite marks on his wrists and shin. Damned hellish creatures. He had been lucky to wake when he did and escape them. He could not go on in this torment. He must have the bow.

Why had he bedded Alana? He shouldn’t have touched her. Even with his injuries, he craved her again. Naught could tamp down his intense desire for her. Not even pain. One part of him said he could tolerate the living nightmares if only he could have her in his bed every night. But another part of him rebelled against the thought. Was he mad?

MacClaren would want his bride, and he would trade his bow for her. It had to be. Duncan had desperately wanted the bow for many years, since the old druid told him of its existence. Duncan had to have peace within his own head, his own home. He would not let some bonny lass deprive him of that.

“What if MacClaren no longer wants me?” Alana asked in a small voice. “What if he will not trade his bow now?”

“He will.” Damn his hide.

“But what if he doesn’t?”

“Does he ken what you look like?” Duncan snapped more harshly than he’d meant. Her exquisite face and blue eyes made his chest ache.

She shook her head. “I have never met him.”

“Then we shall make sure he knows of your great beauty.”

“My face is a curse, I vow.” A tear glistened at the corner of her eye, but she angrily brushed it away.

“Nay.” How could she say such a thing? Her beauty was surely a gift from the gods.

“It holds no value for me. ’Tis only something men bargain with to get what they want. What about what I want?”

“And what do you want?” Had no one ever asked her this? Well, he cared, even if he couldn’t give it to her.

“I want to practice my healing arts and help those in need. To be treated with kindness. To have a family. I wish for a husband who…” She lowered her face.

“Who what?”

“Is generous in bed.”

He lifted a brow. Och. He could be very generous. He thought he had been. “And what does that mean?” He had to hear her say it. Wished to know what she wanted in bed.

She would not meet his gaze. “You know. Pleasure.”

He turned away. Jealousy stabbed at him with sudden viciousness when he imagined MacClaren taking her to his bed. His half brother did not deserve such a charming and lovely lass. MacClaren deserved a she-devil who would torment him every day.

Her arms wrapped around Duncan from behind. He turned his head to look into Alana’s bewitching eyes. She kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear. “Like the pleasure you gave me this night.” She lifted his bandaged wrists and kissed each one near his injuries.

A feeling burned through him, a feeling he’d never experienced before—raging hot, yet tender.

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