Reluctant (Heroes of the Highlands) (The MacKays #3) by Kerrigan Byrne Read Free Book Online

brushing his back.
    Conversely, the pressure of her core was as tight as a vise around him. The grip of her arms desperate and demanding. She tugged at his hair. Nibbled at his ear lobe. And Soren began to fear that the urge to spill his seed within her might overpower his legendary self-control. It was the most exquisite torture he’d ever experienced.
    He pulled her hips back and drove her down on him, giving her what she wanted. What he needed.
    “Yes,” she gasped against his ear. The word became her mantra as he bounced her off his unyielding, thrusting hips. He gritted his teeth. Took deep breaths. She would find her pleasure before him or he would die first.
    Soren anchored her hips with one arm, refusing to look at where their bodies slammed together or he’d be lost. He wound his other hand back into her curls, pulling her head away from where her lips worshiped the skin of his neck.
    His eyes locked with his mate’s and her passion-fogged gaze instantly sharpened. The little explosions of her breath caused by his jarring thrusts hit his face. He used her lovely eyes as a marking point. If he lost himself in them, he wouldn’t lose himself into her tight, sleek body.
    She’d come to him untouched by another man. Soren still couldn’t believe it. No man had previously had these legs wrapped around his waist. He was the only one she’d chosen to accept into her body, out of the doubtless hundreds who’d tried. Kamdyn wasn’t only his mate. She was truly his . A dark, primitive possessiveness gathered inside of him as encompassing as the encroaching night.
    “Soren,” she breathed between his merciless thrusts. “Your eyes.”
    Her red hair disappeared, replaced by a lustrous silver. The green of her eyes became an iridescent, shimmering grey.
    When his Berserker growled at her, she cried out. But not in fear. Her head tossed back and her body arched against him. Convulsions began to rake through her, concussing at her core and gripping at his cock.
    The beginnings of his orgasm drove him to his knees and he used the new leverage to angle upward inside of her, wringing new and intense cries from her lips.
    This time, when Soren became the Berserker, it was unlike any other. It wasn’t blood, but another catalyst altogether that brought the beast to the surface. He didn’t cede his humanity to it, he shared it. They both took her. They both reveled in her pleasure.
    And when he gave her a few more powerful thrusts, it was the beast who roared his release into the night.

Chapter Eight
    “You shouldn’t kill people.” Kamdyn scolded half-heartedly as she lay draped like a limp rug across her Berserker lover. “And you shouldn’t take their things.” Perhaps she should have opened with that and worked toward the greater sin, which was the part about murder.
    The forest floor was soft with moss and leaves where he sprawled on his back beneath her. Tiny shafts of silver moonlight filtered through the trees and kiss of the odd snowflake still let by drifting clouds felt divine.
    His sound of amusement was a deep rumble against her ear. “I only kill people who get in the way of what I want.” His hand was still curled on her rump and his strong fingers lazily flexed there, testing the supple flesh. “And if things were able to be taken, then they never really belonged to anyone, did they?”
    Kamdyn pushed herself up to level the most withering stare she could muster down at him. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I ever heard.”
    “I doubt that.” His eyes didn’t remind her of ice only because of the color, but because of the cold, remorseless barbarian that lived behind them. The only time his eyes burned with a blue fire was when he was inside of her, but he was that frigid, callous savage now that the flames of passion had been sufficiently fed. “When a Berserker is born at the Temple of Freya, he has nothing more than what is needed to keep him alive. Anything else, he takes by force and