Midnight's Seduction (26 page)

As he turned to walk back to his Mercedes, which he’d parked a few miles away, he caught sight of something. Charon paused and stood silently as his gaze narrowed.

It was a person, a man. And he was staring at the same battle scene Charon had been watching. Who was this man? And was he on Deirdre’s side?

Charon’s jaw clenched when the man’s gaze lifted to him. Almost instantly Charon realized he was a Warrior. Only a Warrior would be able to see across such a vast distance so clearly.

The Warrior hadn’t joined Deirdre, nor had he helped the MacLeods. Whose side was he on?

Charon laughed at his own question. “What right do I have to that knowledge since I have no’ taken a side either?”

Without a backward glance at the Warrior, Charon started for his car. Once he reached the black CLS Mercedes, he slid behind the wheel and simply sat there.

Every instinct he had told him to go to the MacLeods. But he’d done the right thing once before and it had delivered him into Deirdre’s hands. He’d had his god unbound and had turned into a monster.

Then Deirdre had shoved his father in the cell with him. Charon would never forget straining to gain control over his god only to realize he had killed his father.

That haunted Charon even now.

He might want to help the MacLeods, knew he should. It was the right thing to do to fight against such evil as Deirdre.

But he’d learned his lesson the hard way the first time. He didn’t need to learn it again.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-NINE

Camdyn paced his cottage over and over. He sat at the table, sat on the bed, and paced some more. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop thinking of Saffron.

Of her soft skin.

Of the sweet taste of her kisses.

Of her body that was made for sin.

Camdyn wanted to go to her. He wanted to find her and give in to the unquenchable desire that scorched his blood since kissing her so thoroughly in the labyrinth.

But if he did, if he gave in, he would set himself up for pain again.

He halted, amazed that he hadn’t thought about Allison in days. She had faded from his mind over the years to the point he couldn’t remember the color of her hair or the exact shade of her eyes.

It wasn’t until he’d been tempted by Saffron that Allison filled his mind once more. But even now his long dead wife had been overtaken by Saffron. It was as if everything around him was somehow connected to Saffron.

The only way to save himself would be to get as far away from the castle as he could. Even as he thought it, he knew he wouldn’t.

He’d waited too long to see Deirdre dead to leave now when his brethren needed him the most.

But he couldn’t stand the ache for Saffron another moment. He either needed to find release with another woman, or find Saffron and take her as he’d thought about taking her from the first time he had held her in his arms.

Camdyn leaned his hands on the table and dropped his chin to his chest. He couldn’t remember wanting another woman as much as he wanted her. He couldn’t remember hungering for a taste of another woman as he hungered for her.

He straightened and stalked from his cottage. He jogged to the castle and leaped to the battlements, landing with his knees bent and a hand on the stones. He rose and looked around him.

Ramsey and Arran were in the bailey, and Logan was on the battlements coming toward him. There would be no going through the front door and greeting anyone still in the great hall. He was in no condition for small talk. With anyone.

Camdyn turned his back to Logan and started for the door that led into the castle. He had scarcely a moment’s notice that he wasn’t alone when Ian stepped out of the shadows and blocked his way to the door.

“Camdyn,” Ian said in greeting.

Camdyn clenched his jaw and nodded. “Ian.”

His friend sighed and glanced down at his feet before meeting Camdyn’s gaze once more. “Are you sure you should be doing this?”

“What am I doing?” Camdyn didn’t like the fact that Ian knew who he was going to see, because if Ian knew, then that meant the others probably did as well.

“Going to see Saffron.”

“So?”

“She’s been through a lot. Dani is worried you might hurt her.”

Camdyn fisted his hands. There was no doubt he would most likely hurt Saffron, but even that couldn’t make him stay away from her.

“You doona deny it?” Ian asked, surprise in his deep voice.

“I’m no’ fit for anyone, much less Saffron.”

Ian’s gaze sharpened, as if he’d just realized something. “Then why go to her?”

“Get out of my way.” There was nothing that would make Camdyn admit to any of them why he had to see Saffron. It was better if none of them, most especially Saffron, knew how much she affected him.

Cara and the other women were matchmakers. If there was a hint of something between him and Saffron, they would set about throwing them together any way they could.

And that could never be. A night, yes. One night of pleasure and passion was all he could allow there to be.

For several seconds Ian simply stared at him. Then, finally, he shifted to allow Camdyn to pass. Only when Camdyn drew near did Ian reach out and grasp his upper arm to stop him.

“You’re a good man, Camdyn. Doona hurt her.”

Camdyn pulled his arm out of Ian’s grip, went through the door, and strode down the corridor to Saffron’s chamber door. He braced his hands on the stones on either side of the door and tried to calm himself.

He banged on the oak door twice and resumed his stance. The door opened and his gaze feasted on Saffron with her damp hair and a gold robe wrapped around her lithe body.

Camdyn knew he should say something, but his need was too great. He grasped her as he hauled her against him for a hard, ravishing kiss as he stepped into her chamber.

He kicked the door closed with his foot and tossed her back onto the bed. Camdyn quickly laid his body atop hers and kissed her again. He kissed her with all the desire, all the yearning, he had.

If he couldn’t put into words what he wanted to say, he would show her with his mouth, hands, and body.

As soon as he had touched her, his already heated body had gone up in flames. They licked at him, urging him for more of her, to have more of her.

Her hands skated up his arms and around his neck as she opened her mouth to him. Her moan, soft and seductive, filled his ears as their tongues slid against each other.

Camdyn was soon sinking in all that was Saffron. Falling. Tumbling.

And he didn’t want to stop it.

He groaned when she lifted her hips to rub against his cock. A wave of passion burned through his veins so great he had his knee between her legs before he knew what he was doing.

Camdyn drew upon his legendary control and stopped himself from taking her right then. He wanted her, there was no doubt, but he wanted to savor Saffron. To put every inch of her into his memory.

He rose up on his hands and looked down at her. Her lips were wet and swollen from his kisses, and her tawny eyes were heavy lidded and filled with passion.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she whispered before she pulled his head back down for a kiss.

Camdyn slipped a hand inside her thick robe. With just a twist of his wrist, her loosely tied belt came undone and he spread her robe wide.

He sucked in a breath when he found her naked beneath. Camdyn broke the kiss to gaze at the body he’d been craving to see. His hand caressed between her full breasts, past her small waist, and over her flat belly, and then to her gently flared hips.

Camdyn paused for a heartbeat to let his fingers skim over the light brown curls that hid her sex from him. His hand continued down her thigh until he reached her knee where he tugged her leg up so he could touch down her leg to her foot.

She was more beautiful than he ever imagined. Her skin was still pale from being kept out of the sun, but it was luminous now as it glowed with health.

Camdyn met her gaze and knew in that instant he’d been a fool to fight against what was between them. He’d lost long ago and just hadn’t realized it.

But if he was going to have her, he was going to take his time and relish every moment.

He cupped her breast and gently massaged it. Saffron’s eyes closed and her lips parted. But when he thumbed her nipples he heard the moan he’d been listening for.

Camdyn was merciless as he began to tease her nipples. He closed his lips around one and let his tongue glide over the tip while his hand rolled her other nipple between his fingers.

Her fingernails bit into his back as she arched off the bed. Camdyn didn’t relent as he shifted to her other breast and suckled the turgid peak deep into his mouth.

He couldn’t stop a groan of his own as her hips rocked against his. He burned hotter with each moan, each rub of her hips.

Camdyn rolled them until he was on his back and she rested on his chest. She sat up, and with a simple shift of her shoulders, the robe puddled around her hips.

He’d never seen anything so bewitching in all his long years. If he’d hungered for her before, he was ravenous now. There was nothing, not even Deirdre, who would stop him from claiming Saffron’s body that night.

She reached for the hem of his tee, but Camdyn was quicker. He flung the robe to the floor and cupped her breasts. She sucked in a breath as he pinched her already sensitive nipples, mixing pleasure with pain.

Her hips rocked forward as her head dropped back. Camdyn couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her passion was a thing of beauty, as if she had been waiting to come alive for someone.

Before he could think too much on that, he moved a hand down to her curls and pressed.

She moaned his name as her breath became ragged.

Camdyn licked his fingers before he pushed them through her curls and found her clitoris. And began to softly circle it. Tantalizing them both.

She stilled, her thighs squeezing his sides as a cry locked in her throat.

Camdyn shifted his hand between them and felt her arousal on his fingers. Whatever control he’d had snapped in that moment.

He flipped Saffron onto her back and wedged himself so he lay between her legs. He had a finger inside her before she had landed on her back.

The feel of her slick walls nearly made him spill right then. Her wet heat and soft moans drove him to want to hear her scream her release. He wouldn’t be satisfied until then.

Camdyn began to stroke his finger in and out of her. Over and over he plunged his finger into her heat before adding a second finger.

She clutched at his arms, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. He knew she was close. He could see her body tightening and ready to break loose.

And just as her breathing changed, he withdrew his hand.

Saffron’s eyes flew open. She’d been so close to climaxing, so very close. She opened her lips to ask Camdyn why he’d stopped when he rose and knelt on the floor.

He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. Her gaze met his just before his mouth touched her sex and his tongue licked her.

Her thoughts scattered as his tongue laved at her swollen clit. His arms were wedged so they held her thighs open while his large hands spread her labia.

Saffron had never been so exposed. And she’d never felt anything so good before.

Her hands fisted the coverlet as her eyes rolled back in her head. No one had ever kissed her like Camdyn did. No one had ever looked at her the way Camdyn did.

And certainly no one touched her the way he did.

Her body was ablaze with need that tightened in her belly with each lick of his tongue. Bringing her closer and closer to release.

A cry tore from her throat when he slid a finger inside her as his tongue continued to lick her. She rocked against him. His fingers filling her, his tongue teasing her.

The climax, when it hit, came suddenly. It took her away on a tide of blissful glory that had her falling into an abyss of pleasure.

Camdyn continued his assault, prolonging her orgasm until a second wave took her.

With her body still shuddering from so much pleasure at once, Saffron realized Camdyn had risen. She opened her eyes to see him staring at her.

His black hair hung loosely to his shoulders, the ends curling slightly around his face. His chocolate eyes were filled with a need that made her breath catch.

He ripped off his T-shirt, giving her another glimpse of his chiseled abs and thick shoulders. But she really paid attention when he pulled off his jeans.

Saffron had seen Michelangelo’s
David
while in Florence, and others might think
David
was a perfect specimen, but none of them had seen Camdyn.

His muscular chest made a vee to his waist and narrow hips. Legs, long and muscular, stood braced apart, letting her look her fill.

But it was his heavy, thick arousal jutting upward that caught her attention.

Saffron sat up and wrapped her hand around his length, marveling at the smoothness and hotness of his rod. She glanced up to see his eyes closed and his jaw clenched as she ran her hand up and down his length.

Knowing that he was feeling the same kind of desire still rushing through her veins was a heady experience. She wanted more of that control.

She leaned her head down and wrapped her lips around his cock. His hands instantly framed her head as he said her name with a mixture of desire and agony.

Before she could do more, she found herself on her back and Camdyn leaning over her. He held one of her legs in his big hand as he positioned his arousal at her sex.

Slowly, leisurely, he rubbed the head of his shaft along her sex.

Her sensitized flesh cried out for more as she moaned in pleasure. And then he pushed inside her with slow, measured thrusts.

He held her hips as she tried to buck against him. She could feel herself stretching to take all of him in. But it had been so long since she’d had sex, and her body hadn’t adjusted.

And then suddenly it did.

She groaned as he slid fully into her, stretching her, filling her until she didn’t know where she ended and he began.