Are ye always standing like a stallion?" His low chuckle brought another wave of gooseflesh across her skin. "Only when Ye're near.
Her breath caught when his erection shot to rigid. "Merciful Father, Ye're like a stallion with a mare in heat.
Were ye sent by the fairy folk? Do no' lie to me.
I do no' think ye should lick me leg.
Learning to pipe isn't easy. At first it always sounds worse than a chicken yard full of squawking adolescent roosters.
Holy fairy feathers, why does he have to be so handsome? Why couldn't a haggard old man have washed ashore?
Are ye hungry?" she asked, her voice soothing. His stomach growled. "I could cut the heart out of a stag and eat it raw." She chuckled. "Fortunately, we do no' have to go to such extremes.
