Wild Highland Magic
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In the instant those ice blue eyes met hers, Cat forgot to breathe.
Oh. My.
There was a strange electric tingling sensation that shivered through her, the tiny hairs on the back of her neck and arms rising to stand on end as Bastian an Morgaine focused his complete attention on her. His eyes locked with hers, fathomless blue that lit with a faint spark of light as she looked into them. Time seemed to slow, grinding almost to a halt, even as her body began to awaken to sensation in a way that it never had. Every separate pulse of her heart, each faint breath of air that wafted in on the currents from the open windows, was suddenly a revelation. Cat’s eyes widened. She didn’t want to move a muscle, unsure of what was happening to her but positive that she didn’t want it to end.
One single, shallow breath and Cat was enveloped by the cool, clean scent of him, like a winter breeze off the ocean. There was something so achingly familiar about it, though that was impossible. And quickly, there was an inner shift from bliss to beast that was both exhilarating and terrifying. Her Wolf senses, normally kept tightly under wraps, expanded with a vengeance, intensifying her sight, her sense of smell, until the Wolf that resided deep within had raised its shaggy head and was snapping at the end of its tether. Teeth sharpened before she could make it stop. The tips of her nails lengthened into points that dug into her palms. And as time sped back up, all she saw, all she felt, was the man looking back at her, to the point where each time her heart beat, she heard an echo she was sure must be his own.
Cat’s pupils dilated as her hunter’s instinct kicked in, threatening to turn her from woman to animal and leaving her reeling. She had wanted men before. But this wasn’t just want. That she could handle. This was pure, unadulterated need, coupled with something so alien to her that she couldn’t even put a name to it. And it threatened to overwhelm her before she could get a handle on it.
I know you, she thought dazedly. I don’t know how, but I know you…
Without warning, Bastian looked quickly away, and in that single instant her strange and fragile connection to him was ripped from her, leaving Cat dizzy and faintly ill. She blinked rapidly, trying to reorient herself while the world around her resumed its normal pace as though nothing had just happened. Her sisters continued whispering to one another and giggling, Freddie and Duncan stood waiting as Bastian approached them, his gait as steady and assured as it had been moments before.
He reached Duncan’s side, shaking hands with her father and making small talk as though he was oblivious to everything that had just passed between them. Which raised the unpleasant possibility that he might be. Not to mention that she was, in that case, probably losing her mind. Cat drew in a shuddering breath as silently as she could, glancing around at her family and seeing nothing to indicate they’d noticed the brief, intense moment she’d shared with the stranger. She swallowed hard, trying to collect herself, wondering whether he’d felt even a hint of what she had. Wondering what the hell it was that she’d felt in the first place.
Hoping she didn’t just melt into a puddle right there. Or get all hairy.
She looked down at her hands, and saw nothing but her own golden skin and the French manicure she’d gotten on Monday. No fur, no claws. So that was something, at least.
Still, she was hardly comfortable celebrating about it just yet. Because he was, she thought with a sinking feeling as Duncan dragged him over, even more amazing close up. And for once in her life, she didn’t have a single clue what to say, except to herself.
Down, girl.
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