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  She near fell forward when the bare cleft between her legs settled down on the hard male heat of a growing erection. She had seen the women sit upright and rock back and forth, making Moridac grunt in agony.

  She rocked.

  Graemme grunted.

  She nodded, satisfied. She must be doing something right.

  After her fifth rocking motion, his whole body tensed as stiff as it had when her father's sword had pricked the hollow of his neck. Bleh! She was doing it wrong. She knew she was for sure when his hands flew up to grasp her shoulders and forced her to stillness.

  "What in cruddy Hades do ye think ye are doin'?"

  She squealed when he flipped them both over until she was beneath him. Now, 'twas his knees which straddled her.

  "Tell me!" He shook her shoulders up and down on the bed, making her head bounce on the pillow.

  "I wished to seduce ye." Ack! She had not meant to come right out with it. What ailed her? She had to think quickly. "I didna wish to wait two months till ye returned."

  He stared at her, not believing a word of it.

  "Ye were right. I desired ye from the first moment I saw ye come to the well," she babbled on. "We are as good as wed. No one will think it sinful. Why, most couples seal their betrothal afore they wed. Ye didna have time to purchase a proper betrothal gift, but I thought this would seal our bargain as well."

  Where did she come up with such a feckless reason? Her heart raced watching his face tighten, his eyes gleam with hidden fire. For truth 'twas fear sending her blood flying through her body, for the eyes of the black wolf of her dreams gleamed down at her! She felt afire where he started to rock back and forth imitating what she had done to him. Who knew a man's body could hold such heat?

  Ah, so this is how to do it. He did not just rock, but bore down with each forward move. And each time he did so, he moved further down on her body until, bit by bit, his throbbing prick caressed her nether lips. He reached down and did something with her springy curls.

  "Is this what ye wanted to feel? Hm?"

  Hard, hot velvet rubbed against the bare flesh of her nub. Her gasp was reply enough. He chuckled, the sound sinister in the darkness.

  "And this?"

  His breathing became ragged. Grunting, he leaned forward and brushed his chest against her breasts. The crispy hair there tickled her nipples so much she tried to move from side to side to relieve the itch.

  It didn't work. It worsened.

  "Do ye enjoy my hair teasin' yer nipples? Hm?"

  She grasped his shoulders and squirmed.

  Of a sudden, he took in a great breath and held still. As if he had come to his senses.

  "Ye should not have come to me."

  He pulled upright breaking her hold on his shoulders and stared at her.

  "If ye wish to leave, do so now." He started to swing off her.

  She grabbed the hard muscles of his thighs and held tight. She could not leave now! If she did, he would not go back to sleep and wait until the sun rose. He would leave! Muriele would not have time to find a proper hiding place at the convent. Elyne could do this for her. Give her time. After all, Muriele had killed a man to keep her safe.

  "Nay! I dinna want to leave ye. I burn for ye."

  The way Graemme's mouth swooped down to devour hers, she was the plump hare to his hungry wolf. Soft, warm lips greeted him, hesitating when he slid the hard tip of his tongue over them, seeking a slight opening to invade. He nibbled and nipped, nudging at them until they parted in a soft sigh. It was all he needed. Soon his tongue fed from the minty freshness of her mouth. So sweet. So hesitant with each move he made until soon her own tongue explored and played with his.

  Hearing her soft purr, he braced himself on his left elbow and moved his right hand to gently brush over the top of her breast. His fingertips trailed the plump flesh around to the side until he cupped its full weight in the palm of his hand. His calloused thumb gently grazed over the hardening nipple then quickly moved on.

  "Dinna leave," She arched her breast upward, urging him to return.

  He did. He squeezed gently then brought his wet, open lips to brush over the straining flesh. Ah. So delightful. He suckled and drew it out, letting it go with a wet pop, then nuzzled it again and nibbled gently. Her hips squirmed and her thighs moved. Still suckling, he reached between them and moved his cock to nest its length between her nether lips. A groan rumbled from his throat. He feared it caused him to nip harder than he intended. He released her nipple and caressed it.

  "Forgive me, little jewel." He lapped and kissed her flesh.

  She did not protest. Though she had not the skills of a woman well used to bed sport, from her instant response to his touch, he wondered. Her mouth had been hot and eager. Her breasts had swelled afore he started caressing them. If he read her aright, she was already wet and weeping for him. To assure himself he need not go slowly, he brushed the heel of his hand above her slit. He ran his middle and third fingers along the length of her outer lips. Lightly at first, then harder as her tension built. He cupped her delicate softness and felt the hot wetness dampening the soft curls and spreading its dew over her nether cheeks below.

  Elyne arched her hips, not in the smooth, practiced way he was accustomed to with women, but in a jerking motion. His finger entered her, and though she was thoroughly wet, he found she was tight as a woman who had not swived a man in many moons.

  He spread her legs wider and settled between them. Moving higher, supporting himself on his elbows, he brought the base of his cock to slide against her throbbing nub. He thrust slowly on an up-and-down motion, not entering but teasing her flesh.

  "Please."

  She panted against his neck then bit down. Her legs locked around him, trying to find a way to make him enter.

  "Um. Gladly."

  He took the head of his cock and nudged it at her opening. Feeling her flesh give around it, he settled himself more firmly on his knees. The calloused flesh of his palm slid over the warm skin of her thigh gripping his hips, then traveled up over her stomach, her waist, her breasts.

  With one strong thrust, he slid to the hilt.

  "Oh!" She gasped and dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

  Graemme hesitated. She had flinched, yet he had felt no hard resistance. Now he was sure, displeasure flooded him. 'Twas too much to expect the girl would be intact when she was bold enough to gaze on naked men at every opportunity.

  "I should have known," he muttered.

  Chapter 8

  "Known what?"

  Elyne gasped and held tight to him.

  Graemme raised his head to see her expression in the faint light. Elyne's puzzled eyes questioned him. Angry now, he shook his head. She knew full well what he meant. Coming to him this night prevented him from ever breaking their betrothal. Her being in his bed locked them together as much as any consummation after repeating the wedding vows.

  His ballocks quivered and prodded him for attention, while his cock had engorged within her 'till it was likely to burst if he did not gain release. He forced his mind from dwelling on how she had used her body to ensure he would return for her. For certs! She had fooled him by acting reluctant to wed.

  He snorted. She would wed the devil and go to the Highlands to escape her father. He rocked and stroked within her. Her muscles tensed and her lips tilted in a slight smile. She arched her head back. Closed her eyes.

  "Oh, yes," she sighed.

  His thrusts varied, first short quick bursts, then slow withdrawals until just the gleaming head of his cock stayed hidden, followed by a deep thrusts to the hilt. Sweat ran down his face tickling the hollow in his neck.

  He watched surprise and wonder building in her expressive face. Her hips began to rotate. She strained to reach up to him when he teased her. Her head fell back. Moaning, she closed her eyes then opened them again to stare up at him. They clouded and her stomach muscles tightened and began to quiver. Reaching between them, he gently stroked her wet,
swollen nub. One touch was all she needed. Her eyes flew wide. Startled. She opened her mouth and took in a great gasp.

  No doubt, the reckless lass would shout to the world her pleasure. Their teeth clanged together in his haste to thrust his tongue in her mouth and seal her lips with his own.

  To keep them locked together, he fought her through her climax, surprised by the intensity of it. He bitterly acknowledged if they had nothing else between them, their bed sport would be enjoyable.

  His ballocks throbbed while he bucked and strained and spurted within her with such force he near banged their heads against the stone wall at the head of the bed.

  When she stilled beneath him, he heaved off her and fell to her side, exhausted.

  Elyne turned her head and stared at the man next to her. She had never thought bed sport could be so intense. 'Twas no wonder Moridac's women had all giggled and bragged about his prowess and how he had pleasured them.

  Graemme's eyes strayed to her breast, and she looked down to see they seemed fuller than usual. One thing for certs. Her nipples had never hardened so, not even when she pleasured herself on rare occasions.

  Now she knew why they were so rare. They had left her wanting. Feeling unfulfilled. Had she felt the intense pleasure Graemme had given her, she would have made it a nightly ritual!

  "What makes ye grin so?" Graemme rose up on his elbow and peered down at her face.

  "Foolish thinkin'."

  "As?"

  "Had I known it was so pleasurable, I would have, uh, found ways to secure it."

  "Ye didna have the same pleasure with other men?"

  He leapt to straddle her on his hands and knees. He glared, letting her know he would not allow her to seek bed sport with another while he was tending to Magnus.

  "Other men?"

  Elyne stared up at him, studying his angry expression. She had just given him her virtue and now he accused her of wanting to swive other men?

  "Aye. The men afore me."

  His eyes squinted and gleamed with a feral light. Why, the stupid man thought she had swived other men? While they had made love, she felt a warm feeling of belonging with him. Even hoped they would live well together after they wed. Those feelings flew as if snow had fallen between them.

  Her throat closed with the lump forming there. She struggled to keep the tears from spilling from her eyes. She never cried! And she'd be damned to Hades if he would ever see her regret. She heaved at his shoulders with all her strength. When he released her and sat upright, she scooted up in the bed until her feet were free.

  "For certs I had pleasure!"

  In her attempt to swallow back a sob, the sound came out as a derisive snort.

  "They pleased me more than your puny prick did." She held up her hand, forefinger and thumb three finger widths apart. "'Tis naught but the size of a boy half-grown!"

  She struck out with her right foot landing squarely on his tarse which had engorged again when she had scrambled from beneath him.

  His eyes widened with shocked surprise. He grasped his sex with both hands and bent double while she sprang off the bed and grabbed her shift all in one smooth motion. He rolled around on the bed, moaning and holding on to his cock that had refused to go limp.

  Elyne snorted in disgust. Her stupid aphrodisiacs had finally decided to work. Well, a fat lot of good it would do her now. The next time they met, she'd be sure to feed him something guaranteed to shrivel even the most powerful of men!

  But then, she didn't ever intend to set eyes on him again.

  She left the room in a different manner from which she had arrived. She pulled the door shut with as mighty a bang as she could. She slipped inside her own chamber afore she heard the first curious footsteps heading toward Graemme's room.

  Let His Wolfishness talk her father into thinking a maid had pleasured him. He was too afeard of having his stones hanging from the castle barbican to name her.

  'Twas not until she had scrambled into bed and pulled Squat close that she realized the strange sounds she heard were her own sobs. She scrubbed at her face with the sheet. Her woman's place felt raw, and her legs ached from having been spread so wide to accommodate his hips. She felt dirty. All had been fine until he had suggested she was a woman who slept with any tarse that swelled and aimed at her!

  She threw her arm over her eyes, but his just-bathed scent of Sandalwood near made her scream. Graemme had marked her much like a dog did his bitch. She could not rest until she had washed his smell from her.

  Jumping up, she went over to fill the basin. She tore the shift off her body and scrubbed from her head to her knees. When she washed her stinging woman's place, she cried again. The stupid man had thought she was not a virgin because she had not yelled and screamed and bled like a stuck pig.

  Well, he would hear yelling and screaming if he ever came near her again.

  He could count on it!

  Fists pounded on Graemme's door before it swung wide to show Chief Broccin standing there, naked except for the sword gripped in his hand. Graemme wondered how Elyne had already alerted her father when he had heard naught but her footsteps running down the landing.

  "Were ye attacked?" Chief Broccin stared at him. "Where did he go?"

  Graemme realized he had curled like a sick kitten in the middle of the bed. He forced himself to unwind and appear as normal as possible. He levered his hand on the sheet and slipped on something wet. When he did, it pulled the sheet back about the width of his hand. His startled eyes noted the juices from his release. To cover the stain, he eased the sheet over it as he sat up.

  "Nay. No attack. Just the effects still of the stomach sickness from earlier. I didna mean to make so much noise when I returned from fetching cold well water."

  He forced himself to straighten and pad over to the doorway, blocking the room from the chief's view.

  "I'm sorry I disturbed ye."

  "Still, 'tis best to keep alert," Chief Broccin said as he stifled a yawn.

  As a guard trotted toward them, he motioned for him to patrol at the end of the passageway then turned his well-honed body and disappeared into the darkness.

  Graemme pulled his tumbled hair from his eyes and backed into the room. After he latched the door, he lit the candle and again studied the bed, hoping Elyne's father had not noted the musky smell of sex in the room.

  He was truly fortunate he had not.

  If he had, Graemme would have been in deep shite.

  He did not sleep the rest of the night. He stared at the ceiling and listened for any sound of Elyne leaving her room. If she did, he had no qualms about stopping her from going to her father with some trumped up story of his taking advantage of her.

  The slightest sound and his senses were alert. He didna have to try hard. After her foot had near smashed his cock up into his body, he didn't think he would ever have a cockstand again.

  He was wrong. After the pain faded, the demented thing insisted on standing erect the entire night. Of course, it didn't help with Elyne's heather scent on the bed linens. And he couldn't keep his mind from reliving the feel of her thrashing beneath him as she climaxed.

  What did finally cool his lust was recalling her look of total scorn when she snorted and made the obscene and totally inaccurate judgment about his cock. A half grown boy? Heat flushed his face and a growl rumbled up from his chest. Why, he had not been as small as she intimated since he was seven years old. Not even in the deepest, coldest winters!

  He knew he had always been more than adequate since he was a youth. All the young lads at Clibrick had pissing contests atop the wall walk overlooking the gardens. One year, they decided it wasn't fair for all to compete together. They busily gathered twigs the same length as their limp cock, then decided the four longest would compete separately.

  When he, Magnus, Colyne and Brian proved their pricks were the same length as the twigs they claimed, they were the envy of the other lads. Their seventh year, red-haired Brian had sworn with some envy t
hat Graemme's had grown as much in length as his body had in height.

  The contest ended the year they failed to note activity in the shadows below. No sooner had the yellow waterfall burst forth over the walkway than the shadowed ground below them heaved and exploded.

  Chief Angus surged to his feet, piss dripping off his hind quarters laid bare from knotting his black tunic around his waist. 'Twas not his shouted curses which sent Graemme and Magnus scrambling away. Nor was it his fists punching the air that made them protect their faces. Nay, it was the naked woman on the ground between their father's feet. They covered their eyes in horror and near backed off the wall walk on seeing her face.

  'Twas their mother.

  Even the memory made Graemme flush.

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  "Father, I canna marry him! He's the evil man who pursued Muriele!" Elyne followed her father into the solar, dogging his footsteps.

  "Ye can save yer breath, Elyne. Ye repeated the vows well and true."

  Chief Broccin yawned and walked over to the large arm chair and settled his arse on its thick tapestry-covered cushion. When he'd complained about his nether regions going to sleep from the wood's hardness, Lady Joneta had made it. He sprawled his legs wide afore him and leaned against the carved back. He waggled his hand at her as if chasing off a pesky bug.

  "Ye heard the stable boy," Elyne spluttered. "Graemme is searching for a woman. Her hair is the color of wheat. She's tall and slender."

  She paced back and forth in front of the fireplace, ticking off a finger with each point she made. Still, her father refused to budge.

  "Mayhap he looks for a thieving servant."

  "He's from the Highlands!" There. She had saved her best argument for last.

  "Aye. He made no secret of it." Broccin snort sounded impatient.

  "He wouldna search this far for a woman who stole a coin."

  Broccin crooked a finger at Domnall as Elyne continued to argue.

  "And ye know Muriele had nothing of value. When Moridac found her, she had naught but the dead horse beside her."