By the Light of the Scottish Moon - Unrated (My Kilted Wolf, #1) by Red Phoenix Read Free Book Online Page B

and individual hair. Bryn was an undiscovered continent ripe for exploration.
    She ran her hand lightly over his pecs, thrilled at the electrical current it caused as her fingers ran through his thick chest hair. Her wolf was well-built. His tight, defined muscles were made for fighting and defending his pack, not pumping iron like the men she knew. As her hands glided over them in wonderment, she felt the rawness of their power.
    Freya allowed her hand to travel lower as she stared openly at his naked shaft. It was unlike any she had seen, long, smooth and thinner than most. When she tentatively touched it, his cock sprang to life as if it had a will of its own. She looked up at Bryn and smiled nervously.
    The look on his face made her heart skip a beat. He wanted her… he wanted her in the worst way.
    Freya shivered, physically responding to his animal need. When she reached out to touch him again, he commanded in a low growl, “Dinnae.”
    His warning both frightened and excited her. She smiled coyly at him, asking, “Why not?” as she moved to caress his manhood.
    Bryn grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Making love to one of The Chosen is not the same.”
    She was intrigued and gazed at his shaft. “How is it different?”
    “I will guide you through it after our Everlasting.”
    When her fingers headed southward, his tone became deadly serious. “Freya, you can touch me anywhere but there.”
    It almost sounded like a challenge, but she chose to honor his request. She realized this was the perfect opportunity to survey the scars on his back. “Fine, since I find your shaft too much of a temptation, you’ll need to lie on your stomach.”
    Although Bryn was reluctant, he rolled over, folding his arms to support his head as he looked back to watch her.
    Freya kept her expression relaxed knowing his eyes were on her as she scanned the wounds on his back up close. They were far more extensive and deep than she’d imagined. Truly, it was a miracle he’d survived the vicious attack. Looking at the extent of his injuries, she had more appreciation for the violence he had endured—that his whole family had endured.
    She shuddered at the thought of it.
    “Hideous, I kin.” He laughed bitterly. “I’m a monster among monsters.”
    She lightly traced one of the lesser scars with her finger. “No, Bryn. They are a testament to your courage and loyalty.”
    “How does it feel to find how cruel Mistress is to partner you with one such as I?” he joked.
    Freya’s heart ached hearing the pain in his voice. She curled up beside him, laying her head down beside his so she could stare into his eyes. “I am to be mated to the Ceannard. I would say I am very blessed indeed.”
    He snorted. “Ye’ll soon know differently.”
    Freya brushed the hair out of his eyes. “What I know is that the Moon saw fit to bring us together.”
    He breathed in her smell, pulling her to him. “As good as this feels right now, the road ahead will not be easy. I’ve broken the law. As Ceannard, there will be a heavy price to be paid.”
    Freya snuggled closer to him. “Whatever the price, I don’t regret this. To find my true mate—to know the power of this connection—is worth any price.”
    He kissed her again, running his hands through her hair, sending delicious chills down her spine. She got lost in his kiss, her spirit mingling with his. Bryn grunted, forcing himself away but staring at her hungrily.
    “I never believed in finding one’s true mate, it was simply a fanciful tale.”
    “Like fairies and dragons?” she teased.
    Bryn smiled, leaning down to growl in her ear. “Nae, Freya. Dragons are real.”
    She caught her breath. Dragons?
    Freya couldn’t believe that through her death she had been reborn into a completely new life. A life full of mystical charm and dangerous allure, one she was ready and eager to discover at Bryn’s side. This wondrous gift she’d been given was beyond price.
    “Bryn, I need to get