Seduced by the Highland Werewolf

by Mandy M. Roth

  Duncan would do nicely for that.

  He took a deep breath and continued to appear strained. “Lass, we should go eat now. Unless yer fine with being taken by me into that alley over there and fucked long and— Shite.”

  Catrina glanced at the alley in question. She tugged on Duncan’s hand, walking backward in that direction.

  Confusion coated his face. “Catrina?”

  “Were you not serious about the alley?” she asked, stopping.

  “You want me to fuck you…erm, you want me in you?”

  Nodding, she waited with bated breath, wondering what his response would be.

  With a growl, he dipped his head and captured her mouth with his.

  The second his tongue met hers, Catrina’s knees went weak. He jerked her against him roughly, and the feel of Duncan’s steely chest only served to make her entire body feel as if it were forged from liquid fire.

  He tore his mouth from hers with an animalistic snarl. He then began to walk with long strides in the direction of her apartment. She had to nearly run to keep up with him. The view of his rock-hard ass held her attention.

  When he got to the locked door, he turned to her. “Open it. Now.”

  Catrina unlocked it, her breaths speeding. “Don’t forget, I have to work still tonight.”

  “Aye,” he said, grabbing her to him, his lips finding hers once more. He kissed her so thoroughly and completely that she almost forgot they were standing out in front of her building.

  She put her hand to the door, her intent to open it, but Duncan lifted her off her feet, making her gasp into his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist, clearly wanting more from the man.

  Never in her life had she acted in such a manner.

  Catrina never had the time to date or be a normal young woman. There were far more important things in life than men and sex. At least that was what she’d told herself. Being near Duncan changed her thoughts on the matter tremendously. In fact, she wanted to make time for nothing but sex and him.

  Without looking, she managed to get the door open behind her. Duncan growled into her mouth and walked her into the building. Once the door shut behind him, he turned her and put her back to the wall, kissing her more.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Duncan’s wolf roared within him, as excited as he was that this was about to happen. He deepened the kiss, pushing her against the wall, her soft body pressing to his hard frame.

  Fuck.

  The lass was going to make him finish before he’d even started. As her hands made their way over his upper body, his cock dug against the confines of his jeans. It ached to be in her. To know what it would feel like to have her body wrapped tightly around it. To release in her and lose himself in mindless pleasure.

  To claim her.

  Jerking back, he grit his teeth, needing a moment to collect himself and contain his wolf. It was all for claiming her.

  And he would.

  Just not yet.

  He didn’t understand the how’s or why’s of her being his mate while being human, but he did know deep down that she was. Denying it was pointless. So he’d be the first of the O’Caha males to mate with a human female.

  Big deal.

  Okay, it was a huge fucking deal, and it shouldn’t have been possible, but he was tired of pretending Catrina wasn’t important to him.

  That she wasn’t his chosen.

  Even his grandmother had confirmed as much, and she’d not sent any warning messages through Liam about the dangers of claiming a human.

  Maybe times were changing.

  Perhaps evolution and a decline in supernatural birthrates were forcing deviations from what would be considered normal.

  He didn’t care.

  All he wanted was in Catrina.

  Now.

  Och, give the lass pleasure before you take what you want.

  Duncan steeled himself, his intent to take a beat, gather hold of his beast and his arousal, and romance his woman. To give her an orgasm, or ten, before he took her like a rutting beast. It was an act of restraint that shocked even him.

  As he was in the middle of emotionally patting himself on the back, Catrina took his best laid plans and threw them out the window.

  Damn if the lass didn’t reach down between them and go for the top of his jeans. When she unsnapped them then slid her hand down the front of his pants, he jerked, his mouth crashing down on hers once more, his resolve gone.

  Reason left his brain.

  Not that much had been present around her to start with. From the moment he’d first laid eyes upon the beauty, he’d been nothing but a mass of need.

  With a frustrated growl, he realized she had on far too many clothes for his liking at the moment. Yes, he could have used his magik to remove everything they wore in an instant, but then he’d have a lot of explaining to do and a hysterical woman on his hands.

  No.

  He’d do this the old-fashioned way.

  He kissed her quickly and set her on her feet gently. A tiny gasp came from her as he undid her hoodie and peeled it from her body. He tossed it aside, going quickly for her shirt.

  It felt a lot like he was unwrapping a present.

  One meant just for him, and there was no hiding just how excited he was. There wasn’t a time in his life he could recall being this eager, this impatient.

  Slow down. Give her pleasure, he reminded himself just as he popped the clasp on the front of her pretty pink bra, freeing her breasts.

  The aching bulge in his pants wanted to seek out her silken depths.

  He bent before her, his lips finding one of her pert, diamond-hard nipples. She tasted sweet, like a naughty dessert.

  The smallest of gasps came from her as her hands found his hair. She held his head to her as he sucked tenderly on her nipple, his other hand making its way to the top of her jeans. He wanted to unzip the prize inside.

  Catrina ground against him and thumped her head against the wall in frustration. “Duncan, more. Hurry.”

  Chuckling against her breast, he looked up at her, noting again just how beautiful his woman was.

  Mine.

  His beast pushed upward at a rate that was alarming. A quick glance at his forearms showed he’d not, as of yet, sprouted fur, but he knew it was on the horizon. That if he didn’t get his act together, he’d scare the living hell out of her by turning into an animal before her eyes.

  Duncan stood fast, fearful he’d harm her in some way.

  She reached for him, hunger in her eye.

  He shook his head. “Lass, no. I’m nae in control of myself. I could hurt you.”

  She bit at her lower lip, a wanton expression coming over her beautiful face. As she took off her jeans and kicked them aside, he forgot how to breathe. All he did was stand there, staring at her, knowing his jaw was slack.

  It wasn’t one of his finest moments.

  She had the audacity to take hold of her pink panties and push them down, revealing her sex to him. His gaze snapped to the apex of her thighs and for a second, he was sure he’d come in his jeans. He actually had to look down to be sure he hadn’t.

  Suddenly, Catrina was there, pressed against him, naked, wanting, and smelling ripe.

  He looked up fast, the muscles in his neck straining.

  She then pushed his shirt up and traced her fingers over his abs.

  The next Duncan knew, he was yanking off his shirt and going for his jeans, making short work of them as well. He grabbed his woman, lifted her, and her legs moved around his waist once more—just where he wanted them.

  His cock head had a mind of its own, seeking out Catrina’s wet core as he kissed her lips, his tongue mating with hers. He reached between them and lined up perfectly before driving home, meeting resistance on the way, making his breath catch.

  She’d been untouched?

  He’d have dwelled more on it but the feel of her pussy clenching his shaft drove him over the edge of reason. His heart thundered in
his chest as he pumped into her like a depraved man. In many ways, he was. It had been how long since he’d last known the pleasure of a woman—and never had it felt like this.

  This good.

  This amazing.

  This right.

  Duncan couldn’t stop himself as he drilled into her, eating at her mouth, catching her moans and cries as he did.

  She squirmed on him, grinding her body on his cock more and more.

  Fuck.

  She felt divine.

  Each thrust took him closer to the edge of culmination.

  Catrina raked her nails over his shoulder, drawing blood, exciting his wolf more—not that it needed any help.

  Duncan’s mouth burned as he struggled against a pending shift. As his incisors broke free from his gums, he tensed, but kept fucking Catrina, unable to deny himself the feel of her silken depths. He tore his mouth from hers as his teeth lengthened.

  The protective runes on his body heated at an alarming rate and he welcomed the pain. It was the only thing keeping him grounded enough to avoid a full shift.

  He was vaguely aware of the fact that a low growl was emanating from deep in his chest. The wolf wanted out. It wanted to claim the woman in his arms, and nothing short of Duncan completing the act would appease the beast.

  For a moment, he was sure he felt power that wasn’t his own riding the air around them. But the burning need to lay claim to Catrina won out, pulling his focus and demanding his attention.

  His magik flared, rushing through him, knocking into his wolf, stunning the beast for a few passion-filled yet tense seconds. Duncan wanted to shout out in ecstasy as pleasure assaulted him.

  Duncan knew the stories of old. He knew that the fact his power was indeed flaring during intercourse meant there was no room for error—she was his mate. He knew that also meant that, by druid standards, she was now his wife, but his shifter side needed to be appeased. The wolf needed to mark its woman and claim her fully.

  Catrina grabbed at his neck and jaw, cupping it, kissing anywhere she could. She was clearly as hungry for him as he was her.

  Good.

  “L-lass,” he managed with a partially shifted mouth. “I cannae hold back much longer.

  She licked his neck, making her way to the bloody scratch marks on his shoulders from where she’d scratched his skin open. The second her tongue swiped over the crimson liquid, Duncan lost the small shred of control he’d been clinging to.

  He drilled into her, losing where he stopped and she began.

  “Mine,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

  “Yes,” she said softly. “Yours.”

  He surrendered totally and completely, pummeling into her body, his balls tightening, his wolf rising.

  Duncan struck fast, his mouth finding the tender flesh of her neck as she cried out loudly, the walls of her vagina closing tightly around his cock. The taste of her blood coated his tongue, and he was instantly hit with the sensation of tiny threads being woven between them. He exploded deep within her body, his seed jetting into her.

  He released her neck and licked the wound, healing it over instantly with his saliva.

  Never before had he climaxed so hard or so completely.

  He half thought his legs might buckle and go out from under him.

  Somehow, he managed to stay upright.

  There was no going back.

  The deed was done.

  She was and would forever be his wife. Through the claiming, if she were a supernatural, she’d gain the gift of immortality (something not every supernatural had). He didn’t want to think about her being human and what that might mean.

  He wouldn’t live without her.

  He couldn’t.

  He’d draw upon every bit of dark magik he could find in the world if it came down to it. To hell with the cost to his soul. He’d do anything to keep her with him now and forever.

  Catrina shook in his arms, her body jerking. “Ohmygod, Duncan. That was…that was ohmygod.”

  A low chuckle came from him. “Aye.”

  Another thought occurred to him.

  He now had to tell her what he’d done. That he’d claimed her. That she was his wife—and she was married to a man who wasn’t exactly a man at all.

  He stilled.

  She tensed. “You regret it, don’t you?”

  “Och, I do nae regret a damn thing, lass,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose, still pinning her to the wall. “Except for the fact I dinnae do this last night. We could have spent the entire night doing more of it then. In fact, let’s do more now.”

  She laughed and wiggled to get down. “I have to go to work.”

  He sighed. “Catrina, I need to tell you something.”

  Her gaze snapped to his and worry reflected back at him. “W-what?”

  He eased out of her and instantly mourned the loss of the feel of her pussy around his cock. The idea of lifting her and fucking the hell out of her again had a lot of merit. So much so that he nearly gave in and did as much.

  He resisted.

  It was difficult.

  When she bit her lower lip, his restraint went out the window.

  The next he knew, he had her up and off the floor again. He was driving into her, thrusting hard and fast, to the point he had to stop or risk harming her.

  The minx countered his movements and hit her zenith again, crying out loudly as she did.

  Duncan came as well, his hands going to the wall on each side of her head. He let out a slow, measured breath. “I love the feel of you.”

  I love you.

  The words nearly fell free from his lips. He needed to tell her everything. The truth, and then tell her how he felt for her. It didn’t matter that he’d only just met her. Mated pairs naturally felt love for one another.

  She giggled softly.

  “That was very nice,” she said, her lips close to his.

  He quirked a dark brow. “Nice? I was hoping more for earth-shattering.”

  “Meh,” she said, grinning as she did. Her pussy fluttered around his cock and he nearly began fucking her yet again. “Nice will have to suffice. I have to get ready for work.”

  He snorted. “Then nice it is, lass.”

  “Thank you,” she said, looking incredibly vulnerable all of a sudden.

  “For?”

  “Making my first time very nice.”

  “Oh, now it was verra nice,” he said, still buried to the hilt in her. “Guid to see I’m moving up the rating scale.”

  She groaned. “I don’t really want to go in to work but Diane will get stuck having to stay over if I call off. That isn’t fair to her.”

  “How much time do you have before yer shift is to start?” he asked.

  “I don’t know. I’m currently pinned to the wall by a hot guy,” she said, laughing.

  He grinned and bit lightly at her lower lip. “I’ll have words with this hot guy for you, lass. I’ll set him straight. And I meant what I said. I need to have a talk with you. It’s important, and it cannae wait. What I need to tell you involves our future.”

  The smile she’d had faded fast, and she teared up slightly before wiggling down from his hold. “Um, I need to get ready for work. Where are my clothes?”

  “Lass?”

  She refused to look at him.

  Something was wrong.

  He retrieved her clothing from the floor for her and grabbed his own.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Catrina took her clothing from Duncan and found herself fighting tears. He’d given her something amazing, and she felt things for him that she shouldn’t. In fact, she’d nearly told the man that she loved him, which was absurd, since she barely knew him.

  Still, the words were there, on the tip of her tongue, wanting to fall free.

  She didn’t dare let them.

  This couldn’t go anywhere. She had a demon to deal with. One that would more than likely kill her.

  She needed Duncan to leave and be f
ar from her when the demon finally came calling.

  “You should go now,” she said softly, hating herself in the process.

  While he did put his jeans on, he did not leave. In fact, he lifted a brow as he stood perfectly still, wearing only his jeans, looking good enough to lick. “I’m nae going anywhere, lass. Ever. Yer mine now. Do nae forget that.”

  The idea of really being his made excitement flash through her.

  The euphoric feeling was short-lived as someone pounded on the back door.

  She hurried into her panties and jeans, and then the rest of her clothing. She grabbed her shoes and hopped on one foot to put them on as she rushed through the lower level.

  She was almost to the back door when Duncan caught her arm and stopped her.

  “Lass, you do nae know who is trying to gain entrance to the library here. Do nae just open the door,” he said, glancing around the area for the first time since they’d entered. His brows met. “Catrina, this is no ordinary library, is it?”

  “Cat, hurry up!” shouted a female from the other side of the door.

  Catrina knew the voice’s owner. She also knew the woman wouldn’t show up unannounced unless it was important. She broke Duncan’s hold on her and went to the door, throwing it open to reveal a woman who matched her in height. “Maria?”

  The brunette pushed in quickly and grabbed for Catrina, giving her a hug. “You’re okay!”

  “Of course I am,” said Catrina, wanting to keep Maria from revealing anything she shouldn’t in front of Duncan. “Um, let me say good-bye to my friend here, and then—”

  Maria stepped back but didn’t release Catrina. “Cat, my aunts are freaking out. Like big time! They said you’re in a lot of danger. That something dark and ancient is coming for you. I tried to get this guy that I know to come help but the butthead isn’t answering his phone. When I get my hands on him, I’m going to wring the Scottish right out of him. He’s really, really Scottish so it will take a while. You’re welcome to help.”

  “Um, Maria, I’d like you to meet Duncan. He has to go now. Say hello and good-bye.” She turned to usher Duncan from the building, only to find him staring at a row of ancient texts. They were all written in Latin and discussed various types of demons.