Page 39 of Highlander’s Evil Side

“I will help ye.” She smiled up at him, easing the pain and worry twinging his heart. He wanted her, her warmth, and her love. It was all he could think about on his return home, and now that he was here, standing before her, he couldn’t stop thinking of his double, forcefully kissing her and making her cry.

“I don’t want anything to happen to ye,” he whispered, his head lowering to hers. He pressed his forehead against her, nuzzling her softly, breathing her in. She smelled of rain and flowers. He didn’t think he could ever be sick of the smell.

“Naething will happen to me, Fraser.”

“Ye don’t know that.”

Beitris opened her mouth, but before she could retort, his lips lightly pressed against hers. She melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. He worried it was too soon, that she could still be in shock from meeting the other Fraser, from being forcefully kissed once more. Yet, all thoughts went to the wind as her tongue stroked against him, urging a response. He groaned low in his throat, his arms wrapping around her, holding her gently against him. Her body moved against his, a soft whimper escaping her.

Fraser grabbed her, hoisting her into his arms and carrying her towards the bed. His mouth never left hers. He didn’t want to stop their dance, the light caressing of their mouths. Her tongue entwined around his, making heat travel down to his core. His body shivered with desire, but despite his need, he lowered her slowly onto the bed.

He ended the kiss, his nose stroking hers. She stared up at him with her hair splayed out on the pillows, lips swollen, her eyes glazed over with desire. Her fingers stroked his hair; her body lifted to meet his. His arms buried into the bed, keeping his weight from crushing her while his knee pressed against her front. She arched into him, her mouth gaping open in a silent gasp.

“Yer so beautiful,” Fraser whispered, stroking her hair away from her face. “I hate that someone wants to take ye from me, to harm ye.”

Beitris stroked his shoulders, her hands running down the length of his chest. His body stilled, feeling her touch, wanting to feel more of it. He wanted to be rid of these clothes.

“I know it’s only been a few days, but I know this is right.” Her hand stroked his cheek, and he turned to it, kissing her palm. “I have never felt this way for another.”

Beitris nodded. “Neither have I.” She lifted towards him, kissing his forehead softly, then his nose, before placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “I want ye, Fraser. And only ye.”

Fraser captured her lips, all sense leaving him with her words. She opened for him, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him deeper into her. He breathed her in, licking her lips, his teeth grazing them lightly. She moaned, and with that sound, the heat within him boiled. His hands pushed at her skirts. He moved into her, his body like the waves of the sea, slowly pressing back and forth into her while his hands gripped her garments, her smooth, pale legs. Her legs opened willingly for him, and his fingers searched and prodded.

“Fraser,” she whispered between kisses, her voice like a soft caress.

“Aye, my love,” he breathed between kisses, unable to get enough of her.

She arched her back as his fingers found their treasure, stroking through the soft curls of her womanhood and finding her wet and slick. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her mouth wrenching away from him. She gasped, her body tightening around him. Fraser watched, his manhood twitching with desire. His mouth gaped open in a silent moan as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of her while his thumb circled around her little nub.

“Fraser,” she gasped, her hands reaching for him.

Fraser gave her what she wanted. Her lips claimed his, kissing him open-mouthed, her tongue teasing him. He shivered as her hands drifted from his chest to his tights, palming his manhood, pulling at his ties.

Fraser grabbed her hands before she could completely undo him. He needed to keep some semblance of control. His fingers laced with hers, pushing them into the bed while his body rocked against her core. All sanity left him as her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer.

He needed to be rid of these terrible garments at once.

A knock rapped at the door as Fraser tugged at his shirt. Fraser moaned his kissing slowing, becoming more chaste. Someone was at the door. He should go answer it. No, Beitris should answer it, yet she didn’t seem to notice the sound whatsoever. Her teeth grazed against his bottom lip, her tongue slipping inside his mouth, taunting him.

A knock sounded again, this time louder. Fraser groaned, tearing his mouth away from Beitris and burying it into her neck. Beitris’s legs slipped from his waist and he moaned again, not wanting to part from her. She tapped his shoulder, and he sighed in frustration, pushing his body off the bed and inhaling deeply to calm the desire still raging inside him.

Beitris strode quickly towards the door, and Fraser watched as her hands smoothed the wrinkles in her dress. She pushed her hair away from her face, still flushed from their kissing. Fraser’s insides twisted, and heat rose once more when his gaze lingered on her lips, finding them red, swollen, and wanting.

Beitris opened the door, and all thoughts of her lips left him as Scott entered the room, looking both worried and frustrated. “There ye are,” Scott said. His gaze narrowed on Fraser, looking him up and down, his lips twitching before settling into a deep frown. “I’ve been looking for ye everywhere. The scouts have found something in the village.”

Fraser rose, his gaze swiveling to Beitris for a moment. “What is it?”

“Is it something that will inform us of the brigand’s whereabouts?” Beitris asked.

Scott shook his head. “I do not know, but it is something.”

Fraser nodded. “We will be with ye.”

Beitris’s smiled. “We?”

Fraser returned her smile. “I told ye I needed yer help.” He loved the way her gaze brightened, the way she looked at him with such joy. He was beginning to realize he loved everything about her, and it terrified him knowing someone could use that against him. However, Beitris could take care of herself. He nodded at her while taking her hand in his.

“This is one way.”