A Highland Werewolf Wedding by Terry Spear Read Free Book Online

not to taste so much more of her as her tongue danced with his, not
     to want more. With the greatest regret, he pulled his mouth away from hers, away from the heated
     exchange that shouldn’t have occurred, away from the raging desire to take this further.
    For a moment, he still cupped her face and looked into her dark eyes, reading the
     confusion there, not wishing to fully break contact with her. Their breathing rapid,
     their hearts were thumping wildly as if they’d just run a race, yet they were still
     running for the finish line.
    Then he released her, and her cheeks blossomed in color as if she was suddenly aware
     of just how intimate the exchange had been between two unmated wolves.
    Thank God he was wearing a kilt and no adjustments had to be made as he was ramrod
     stiff and ready to bury himself in her soft feminine folds. If he’d been wearing trousers
     and boxers, they would have strangled him.
    She looked dazed as she gave him a tentative smile, then sighed. “Don’t be sorry,”
     she said, looking away and drawing closer to the heater to dry her dress. She was
     no longer shivering. Not after what had happened between them.
    For that he was glad. He wanted to ask if she meant not to be sorry about the kiss,
     when he was not apologetic about that in the least.
    When he didn’t move the car—he was still too caught up in the profound moment he’d
     shared with her—she turned to look at him again and raised her brows. “I meant about
     the cheek.”
    He grunted. “That’s not going to happen, lassie,” he said, pausing and giving her
     a hint of a smile, “but about the kiss, I have no regrets.”
    She gave a little wolfish grin, her cheeks blushing beautifully once more, and he
     was ready to kiss her again. Then she turned away to pull at her dress, trying to
     dry it further. Not entirely resigned to leave things between them like that, he finally
     drove the Mercedes out of the car park and eased onto the road.
    She took a deep breath and exhaled. “The wedding was beautifully done. I loved the
     color scheme—purple is my favorite—the lavender flowers and bridesmaids’ gowns. I
     enjoyed seeing the men, and even the younger boys, wearing kilts. Despite what happened
     at the end, I did love everything about the wedding. I��ve never seen a more spectacular
     sight.”
    Cearnach thought he heard regret in Elaine’s voice. Had she wished she had stayed
     in Scotland so many years ago? That she could have had such a wedding?
    “Calla Stewart arranges parties, celebrations, weddings, and the like. She’s very
     good at it. She has a real eye for artistic design, and she’s great at details.”
    “Wow. To do so for her own wedding must have been difficult. The bride’s a beautiful
     woman. She seemed delighted you were there.”
    He nodded. “I was glad I’d made the effort after I saw how pleased she appeared.”
    “The groom seemed just as handsome,” Elaine said, not hesitating to voice her opinion.
     “They looked like an attractive couple. Though some of the family have a violent nature,
     if that man who accosted us is any indication.”
    “Aye, Vardon is the most aggressive of the pack.”
    She didn’t say anything for a moment, as if pondering something, then finally asked,
     “Did he have a personal grudge against you?”
    He didn’t want to get into this. Not when he was afraid Elaine might misunderstand
     the situation, but he owed her an explanation after Vardon took his anger out on her.
     “He didn’t like that I had kissed his mate—the year before he even met her.”
    When Elaine didn’t respond, he glanced at her. She was frowning. Probably thinking
     he kissed all the unmated she-wolves he met. “There was no spark between us,” he said,
     returning his attention to the rain-slicked road. “Apparently she felt differently.”
    Elaine said, “She told the brute who hit me? That she preferred your kissing her to
     his? Or something like that?