|
*
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.
|
