BRENDA JOYCED ARK SEDUCTION
WHEN CLAIRE AWOKE, it was the dead of night.For one moment, she was disoriented and confused. It was raining heavily outside. She layin a canopied bed in a room she did not recognize. As she blinked in the darkness, she sawa fire in a stone hearth and two small, narrow windows. Instead of glass, iron bars bisectedthem. Through the bars, she saw a torrential night sky. And then she heard him.
Claire…come to me.
Claire bolted upright, alarmed. Instantly, she recalled Malcolm’s near brush with death.But he wasn’t with her in the room; she didn’t know where he was. Was Malcolm allright? How long had she been unconscious? The sky had been cloudy earlier, but therehadn’t been any sign of rain.
Claire…upstairs…above ye. I need ye…
Claire froze, breathing hard. She was very much alone, but he was using telepathy tocommunicate with her and his thoughts were as clear as if he’d spoken them. He wassomewhere above her. She could feel him. Claire faltered, her insides hollowing withterrible urgency.
He was hurt, close to death. They had locked him up somewhere. Shecould save him.
Claire jumped from the bed. She was warm, but not from the small fire—her blood wasrunning hot in her veins from his potent summons. She had to find him. She was chokingon desperation. Claire tore the brat from her body and flung it aside, but she found norelief from the feverish heat.
She had to be with Malcolm.
Swallowing, she became verystill, listening for him.It took but a moment to get past the sound of her pounding heart. And then she felt historment. He was weak from the battle, his body savagely cut, and he was in pain. He couldnot even sit up. She had to find him. He needed her. He needed to be deep inside her,taking power from her.Claire tensed as heat flared between them. He had heard her. He knew she was comingand he was waiting for her.She looked up at the ceiling. Aidan had told Royce to take Malcolm to a tower. Therewere four towers, one on each corner of the curtain walls of the castle. Both gatehouseshad towers, too, but she was certain he was directly above her. Claire jerked on theneckline of her leine, the linen sticking to her wet skin. It did not become easier to breathe.She ripped the offending gown from her body, panting hard, clad only in her denim skirtand T-shirt.
Where are you?
Claire. Upstairs. Above ye. ’Tis the East Gatehouse.
She smiled, her heart pounding with renewed urgency.
I am coming.
Claire tried thedoorknob and realized it was locked. She was instantly enraged. They had locked her inthe chamber!
Claire inhaled and caught his scent. She could smell sex. His lust filled the room from theceiling above. Frenzied, she pulled on the old-fashioned door handle. Her fear had given