The Highlander's Touch Novels & Stories

“I know you’d rather die than surrender. I know your pride’s bigger than this house. I know you fight like a woman who’s been disappointed too many times. And I know that right now, you’re wondering what I’d feel like if I kissed you.” She swallowed hard, unable to move. Her breathing hitched. “You think pretty words and money make you irresistible?” “No,” he said. “I think the heat between us already answered that question.” He reached out, fingertips grazing her jaw—not grabbing, not forcing, just touching, barely, like a promise. And her body betrayed her with a soft gasp, her skin lighting up under his touch like a struck match. But then she pulled back. Fast. Like a snap. “Get out,” she

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

I touched her bare back and she moaned, kissing me on the neck. She ran her fingers in my hair, sending my spirits soaring in the sky. As though she was not getting enough of me, she slid her hands under my shirt and touched my bare chest, running her hand on my abs and upward my chest and I groaned. Knight fought for release, he wanted to be released so that he could meet his mate. His destined mate. His Gift from the moon goddess. "Alpha, Where are you?" I heard Matteo's voice in my head.

My white-painted long nails on his hard chest feeling his heavy sighs. “ You better understand that I am your only alpha.” Alpha Taylor went in for my neck, kissing and nibbling. His hands explored all over my body. A silent moan escapes my lips when he lifts my body to sit on his lap, making me stuff my fingers in his hair and pull it back. “Taylor,” I moaned. “That’s it, you’re doing good.” I whimper loudly when he kisses me harder. This time I can feel his roughness and his needs. Every kiss from him made me squirm under his touch. My hands found the car’s window to support myself while he was busy sucking on my neck.

I screamed across the field. He was almost at the touchdown line, but a linebacker plowed across the field and tackled him to the ground with just a few feet to go. The crowd erupted in boos and groans of disappointment, and I watched as Aiden ripped off his helmet and threw it on the ground before he fell to his knees and punched the ground a couple of times.

But when she spoke to me, she didn't even lift her head. "I'll have the standalone villa at 7 Laurel Court transferred to your name. You can also pick any car from the garage. Once you're done pretending to be sick, come home. It's been three days since you last gave me a massage. Is this any proper way to treat your wife, you heartless jerk?" Her tone was icy-cold, as if she were dealing with a housekeeper who'd decided to go on a strike. Nothing could cure Ashley's migraines except my massages.

The man was tall, about six foot tall and some inches apart. The skin over his body was pale and smooth. His robe was open and I glimpsed a black scar that ran all the way from his chest to be the end of his torso. Last night I had seen him hard. My mind led itself to what could be hiding under his pants then I shook it off. What a man! His presence was commanding, and those icy blue eyes of his were sharp but gave out no hints. So I could tell he was observing me but didn't know what he was thinking. Probably judgment.

The kind of cologne that didn’t just smell expensive, it warned you. I was still processing the sheer force of his presence when my eyes drifted upward to his face. And there it was. God-tier bone structure. A chiseled jaw. Perfectly sculpted ink-black hair brushed back with ruthless precision with his eyes cast down as he scrolled. Cold, distant, and regal. He looked like he walked straight out of a high-gloss movie. He carried the same energy Christian Grey did in Fifty Shades of Grey — not the red room kind — but that icy, untouchable aura. Power without warmth.

"I'll be working on your thighs now. Please recline slightly on the pillow." "Okay." Even though I was still shy, the anticipation of his touch had completely eclipsed my sense of shame. Following his instructions, I sat up slightly. As I looked down, I saw that my chest was coated in the white cream. When the air hit my skin, it sent a cooling shiver through me. Fingerprints were left scattered across my chest, and the tips were glistening with moisture. Anyone could see that I had been toyed with. But I had no idea this was only the beginning.

It felt almost unreal, like a twist of fate she never saw coming. She must have done something incredible in her past life to deserve this. Raven trailed kisses along her jaw, moving lower until his lips found her hardened nipples. He teased them with slow, deliberate flicks of his tongue before finally taking one into his mouth, sucking gently. A moan of pleasure escaped Brienne’s lips as waves of sensation coursed through her. Unable to contain herself, she grabbed a fistful of Raven’s hair and pushed him closer, craving more of his touch. "Ahhhh," she moaned as Raven's hand found her other breast and gave it a firm squeeze. Her toes curled at the overwhelming sensation—it was too much.