Page 109 of Dark Seduction

A door appeared and she seized it, filled with anticipation, certain Malcolm would be on the other side. She flung it open.

Moray smiled at her, white teeth gleaming, eyes red.

Claire screamed, slamming the door closed in his face and running down the hall. She thought he was following her and she turned a corner, entering another endless, black corridor. But Malcolm felt closer now. She saw a door ahead and jerked it open.

Moray laughed at her.

Claire whirled and ran back the way she had come, crying now in fear and desperation, but her legs refused to move. She was running, but she wasn’t going anywhere and he was about to seize her.

She wanted to wake up. She ran into another black door. It barred her way.

A hand touched her from behind…Moray.

Claire seized the door’s handle, afraid Moray was there. She told herself not to open it but she had to find Malcolm, and she flung it open.

Malcolm faced her, his eyes burning silver.

Claire cried out in relief, throwing her arms around him and holding him for her life. He enclosed her in his warm embrace, his body hard and powerful and safe.

She tried to tell him Moray was behind her, following her, and that their lives were at stake.

“Ye shouldn’t have come,” he said, tilting up her face.

And Claire felt his manhood stiffen. This was insane, she thought as desire overcame her. But his grasp tightened and his mouth covered hers and she did not have the chance to tell him that Moray was there, waiting to trap them both.

He pushed her down, not onto the stone floor, but into the soft bed she had fallen asleep in.

It was so real.

His hard body pinned hers and his strong thighs spread her for him. Her clothing had vanished and so had his. Claire ran his hands over his rippling back, loving the feel of his hot, slick skin. If she was dreaming, she didn’t want it to end. He deepened the kiss and slowly slid his huge length into her.

Claire gasped with pleasure; so did he.

I cannot be dreaming, she somehow thought. It was too vivid and real to be a dream and the wave of pleasure was beginning, growing stronger and stronger as he moved inside her. Her body was stretched tight, convulsing around him, and he was engorging more fully, the way he so often did, and she felt him throbbing inside her. She felt him smiling at her, too.

He raised his head, breaking the kiss, throbbing with the need to come, and she saw love shimmering in his eyes. He smiled as he moved inside her again. I love ye, lass.

Claire could barely believe what she had heard. She shattered, the wave of delirium breaking over her, and he gasped. She held on tight, his words echoing, and joy began. She opened her eyes to tell him that she loved him, too, more than he would ever know—and dark shadows greeted her.

She was very much alone in her bed.

Claire sat up, gasping and breathing hard. She was covered with perspiration and the pallet was wet.

She had been dreaming, the most vivid, tactile dream she’d ever had. It had felt as if he had really been making love to her.

Panting, she leaned back against the pillows. She had been allowed to use the chamber intended for Malcolm. Her eyes began to adjust to the dark as her arousal diminished. Her fear for Malcolm returned. She still didn’t know where he’d been taken or what his fate was. Aidan had sworn he’d find out. A small fire burned in the hearth. She glanced toward it—and cried out.

A man sat there in the shadows.

For one moment Claire was paralyzed, afraid it was Moray. She grabbed the fur and brought it to her chin.

“’Tis I,” Aidan said tersely.

Disbelief began. What was he doing there in her chamber? He was sitting a few feet from her bed, while she was having a very sexual and orgasmic dream. She hoped she hadn’t been gasping aloud. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He stood, stepping into the light. As he stood, the pale leine swirled, revealing a very evident arousal. “I was watching over ye,” he said thickly.

She could barely speak. “You bastard!”