What had Lachlan done to her? He had touched her and now that she was not drunken with the pleasure that he gave her, the memory of the way she'd responded shamed her. She turned to her side and her body throbbed with remembered pleasure. Or could werewolves tell if another wolf was a werewolf and not just a wild beast? She certainly hadn't been able to tell the difference between werewolves and humans in their human form. Surely Talorc would have been smart enough to leave the island in that case. Was her werewolf even now in changed form and hunting, as Cait called it, under the full moon? Would he go to the lake? Was that why he had said his control was not as strong as he wanted? Did his animal instincts make it harder for him to control things like lust close to a full moon? She supposed they must. Her thoughts were muzzy from the incredible experience Lachlan had given her, but questions peppered her mind until she was more awake than she wanted to be. Didn't werewolves change at the full moon? The light of the full moon coming in through the windows high in the wall lit her chamber almost as brightly as daylight.

She barely divested herself of her tunic and shift before climbing beneath the covers and sprawling in a boneless heap. 'I promise.' She turned and stumbled into the room, closing the door behind her. 'Are you going to lock me in?' she asked in a voice that sounded slurred as if by too much wine. 'I do not want you to leave this chamber for the rest of the night.' He stopped outside the door and lowered her, helping her to lean against the wall for much-needed support. He said nothing as he carried her all the way up the spiral steps and to her room. He finally broke the kiss and then lifted her into his arms as if she were indeed a precious treasure. Her body bowed against his and he kept his hand where it was, increasing the pleasure until she collapsed against him, her legs too weak to hold her. His hand went down her body and rucked up her skirt and then he touched her sweet spot, once… twice and everything inside her exploded. Lachlan said something she did not understand, grabbed her and kissed her again. Tears of frustration welled and spilled over. From their comments it was obvious they were waiting for Lachlan to join them. Though she could not see them, she could hear a group of soldiers that had gathered by the fireplace. Eventually, the other noises in the hall besides her own labored breathing and fast heartbeat penetrated her consciousness. And it was several seconds before his words made sense to her.

'We are no longer alone,' he whispered right next to her ear before slowly unwinding her legs from his body and lowering her to the floor.

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