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Excerpt
Frustrated, Hamish took another
drink of whisky and decided ten more minutes was all the event’s hosts were
getting from him tonight. It would have to be enough this year.
Off to the side, he noticed a particularly determined social maven make
her way towards him. Walking away
from the wall, he started to circle the room.
A moving target was harder to catch.
On an evening like this one,
all sorts of things filled his mind, but this particular night was different.
Since he’d started getting ready to go out, there’d been something he
didn’t understand rapidly growing inside him.
It wasn’t a thing, but an intense need for something and it left him
feeling eager, agitated and uneasy. He
needed to figure it out and quickly before things spiraled beyond his control.
Stalking the edges of the party
was making it worse and yet, now that he’s started, he couldn’t find the
will to stop. Having defined some of
what he felt, it was time to figure out what was happening.
With that thought an image flashed into his mind and he immediately
pushed it away because it didn’t make sense.
Problem was the same picture kept coming back until he truly looked at it
and then put himself into it.
Not that it made much more
sense, but it appeared as if he literally was chasing something.
His heart was beating so fast he felt he was running full speed.
Only he wasn’t, he was walking around a ballroom, dressed up in his
formal kilt attire and feeling out of sorts.
Without thinking about what he
was doing, his eyes raced around the room, assessing the women attending the
function. He took note of this one and that, casting them aside with
little thought. Yes, that must be what was wrong with him.
He needed to find a woman.
No, his woman.
His mate.
Damn!
Where had this focused need to find and mark a mate suddenly come from?
What had he ever thought of a woman in such terms?
He’d like to say it was his cousin’s fault, but it wasn’t.
It was his life, his needs that were making him feel this way and he’d
have to find a way through it.
One thing he was sure of was
that the woman for him would have to be very special, because the particulars
that made him who he was could be seen as horrific. He’d always believed
any woman would run the moment he was fully exposed, but the one who belonged
with him wouldn’t leave. With a fierce frown marking his face, he picked
up the pace as he moved more intently around the room.
Five minutes and not a second longer, then he’d be free.
“Grace! You finally
made it. What took you so long?”
A nasally high-pitched female voice shouted from somewhere behind him right
before he felt a body brush by on his left. Natural reflexes had him
following the flash of gaudy red as it moved past him.
“I missed my train and the
second one took me through York, where we were delayed for ages.” A soft
brogue laced the words and caught his attention.
His cock twitched with interest. Fascinating, especially
considering that he’d just discovered why he was so on edge.
On a whim, Hamish changed his route to follow behind the duo as they made
their way toward the bar.
“…thoughtful for inviting
me…very hectic…glass of wine…”
The two women kept up a
senseless conversation, which he ignored while looking over the new arrival.
He had yet to see her from the front, but what he heard and could see definitely
caught and held his attention.
Trying not to be obvious,
Hamish looked over the woman walking in front of him in one long, slow sweep.
First was blonde hair soft as silk, shiny and cut rigidly straight above her
shoulders. This short style and her
head movement gave him a peek of her very tempting neck.
The sight of her silky skin left him wanting to kiss his way along the
column to test exactly how soft she was. Then there was a light
mossy-green slinky silk dress embracing her body, outlining curves that made his
mouth water. She had lush hips and an ass he’d love to hold and
stroke. Without any pockets to
thrust his hand into, he knew it was obvious to anyone who looked to see how
interested he was in the lady.
Having heard her talking, it
was quickly becoming a necessity to hear her sweet voice speaking to him and not
another. This discovery caused the
tension already racing through him to ramp up.
The power this unknown person had over him made him uncomfortable, and
yet, he couldn’t walk away.
Not from her.
Alain came up beside him as he
stood off to the side watching the duo join the end of the line for a drink.
“The blonde in green.
Saw her come in and knew your cock would stand up and try to catch her
attention. Have you seen anything other than the fine ass she has?”
“Stop right there.”
“What?”
Hamish looked at his cousin as
irritation brought his eyebrows sharply together. Anger had filled him
when he heard the other man talking about this woman as they had others. That
had never happened before. It
didn’t matter that he’d been thinking the same thing.
There was something about this lady in specific that felt very personal.
He didn’t want others to speak of her using these terms.
Thankfully Alain understood
what he needed at that moment without him having to say anything.
“Fine, give me your drink and
go queue up for another.”
Hamish shrugged and admitted to
himself it was a good idea. Handing
the glass over, he then closed the distance between them in four large steps.
Standing behind the blonde in
green, he inhaled her feminine scent and in return his body grew even more
interested. With his lust gathering
steam, his eyelids fell to half-mast as he breathed her unique essence.
The scent of heather with another hint of her teased him, gave him ideas
of possessing this woman in the tall grass beside his loch in the heat of
summer. There was definitely
something special here that easily pulled him closer.
Sensing she had some kind of power over him wasn’t comfortable,
especially as he knew nothing about her.
The answer to this problem was
to discover more about her.
Her name was Grace and she
smelled of Scotland. As far as he
was concerned it was a great start. There was also a sense of femininity
and delicacy about her that he found incredibly attractive.
It wasn’t because she was small and curvaceous, there was something
else about her calling his male instincts to the surface. In the spike
heels he saw her walking in when she lifted her long dress so as not to trip,
left the top of her head to come up to his chin, which meant flat-footed she’d
reach his shoulders.
While he gazed at her neck, he
saw her hand reach up and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
Her wrist was slight and he imagined how those graceful fingers would
feel tracing intricate patterns over his flesh.
From that point on he was lost in the need she created in him without
ever seeing her face or knowing her name.
Entranced, he wanted to see and
hear more from her. The little glimpses he had of her made him hungrier
for more and he wanted it all.
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