Page 26 of Laird Of Her Heart

How could she promise? She had no idea how she’d come to be here. She had no idea how long she would stay.

She lifted her gaze to meet his. “I will never leave you,” she whispered. But she had to add, to herself Not of my own accord.

It had to be enough. It was all she had.

It seemed to please him. His taut expression softened and he smiled—a brilliant explosion of joy and relief—and then he kissed her again.

The kiss threatened to swell into something more. His cock stirred against her thigh. He made a sound, a bestial rumble and shifted over her again. Her excitement flared.

Yes, he’d just brought her to the most mind-boggling fulfilment, but she was more than ready for another go—

“Oh hell.” A harsh voice shattered their cocoon.

Maggie glanced over Dominic’s shoulder and winced.

Honestly. Declan had the worst timing.

He stood in the door of the tent, holding the flap open. Behind him, all the others peered in, taking in the intimate scene.

Thank God her nakedness was shielded behind Dominic’s big body—all his men could really see was his bare ass and her heated cheeks. He muttered something and tugged one of the furs around her and then he rolled off.

“Get out,” he boomed.

Declan let the flap drop, but he remained inside the tent. He fixed a glower on his brother. “Tell me you dinna fook her.”

Dominic snorted and stood, snatching up his breeks and tugging them on. He didn’t bother with his tunic, for which Maggie was thankful. Because he truly was magnificent to look at. The sight nearly made her forget her own mortification.

“It’s none of your business who I fook.”

“Isn’t it?” Declan glared at her. “She’s a Cameron.”

“Is she? She swears she is not and I believe her.”

“Holy Christ, Dominic. How can you be so blind?”

“How can you?”

“She’s using you. She’s a siren, calling you to crash on the rocks with an enchanting song.”

“Actually I’m tone deaf.”

They both whipped around to stare at her and she rearranged her coverings and sat. She swiped her hair from her face.

“I can’t sing at all. Seriously. Dogs howl.”

Declan’s fingers closed into fists. He appeared to be grinding his teeth. “It was a metaphor.”

She shot him a sweet smile. “I know what it was.”

“You are a vexing witch.”

She didn’t mean to wince at his words, but she did. Because that was the core of her fears. That they might think her a witch.

“She’s no’ a witch.” Her heart thudded at Dominic’s fierce defense of her.

“Has she no’ bewitched you?”

“Nae. She hasna.”