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Will the help of the faery people be enough to save Callum from his fate or will he succumb to the mystical allure of the moors?
A shiver traveled through him and he sighed. This was indeed a night of magic. He should have expected the bodachan, the little faery who helped around the farmyard. Searching his tired thoughts, Callum wondered if he had anything to appease the brownie. He remembered the morsel of bread he’d kept aside for his breakfast and set the clothing at his feet. Removing the crust of bread from a handkerchief, he walked to a nearby stall and set it on a railing with a bow to the little man. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I only beg shelter for the night.”
There was a soft laugh from above and he reluctantly raised his eyes. He gasped at the blue gaze that pierced straight to his heart.
“Come up here,” Liam commanded, his voice a rough caress Callum felt along his spine and feathering across his groin. Without a thought, he picked up his bundle and headed for the ladder in the middle of the room. He carelessly counted the cows, perhaps three or four?
It seemed to take forever to climb the steep rungs with his clothing bunched under one arm. He tossed them through the opening at the top, then hauled himself over the lip and knelt on the wooden floor to catch his breath. Someone took a knee beside him and a gentle hand touched his shoulder.
He looked up into Liam’s merry face, then the man kissed him, warm lips sliding over his. With a grunt of pleasure, he melted against his chest and strong arms wrapped around him. Their kiss deepened and Callum drowned in sensation as a sweet tongue caressed his. Liam sucked his tongue into the liquid heat of his mouth and Callum wanted to climb inside that warmth. He needed this man wrapped around him, pushing inside him…
A whimper tore unbidden from his throat when Liam pulled back and Callum nestled closer to his lover’s woolen sweater. Liam stroked his long hair, untangled a knot. His breath warmed Callum’s cheek. “There, there, love. You’re safe. I’m here. But you need to sleep now.”
The beautiful man rose and pulled him up into his arms, then led him to a corner where straw had been piled into a bed, thick with blankets. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes first,” Liam said with a wolfish smile. Callum trembled as his lover’s long, slim fingers undid the buttons on his trousers one at a time.