Highlander’s True Love
A Cree & Dawn Short Story
by
Donna Fletcher
Highlander’s True Love
A Cree & Dawn Short Story
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Copyright February 2015 by Donna Fletcher
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
About the Author
Chapter One
Cree stood outside his bedchamber, his hand hovering over the metal latch. He did not know how much longer he would be able to keep his hands off his wife. It had been a little over a month since the twins were born and after witnessing the pain of childbirth he was hesitant to touch her. Besides, Elsa, his healer, had firmly suggested he give his wife time before resuming any intimacy with her. So he had kept his distance, though with great difficulty, especially so when he had walked in on her just after finishing a bath.
He shut his eyes, the memory so clear that it invaded his senses and turned him hard. Her breasts had been but a handful and now they were full, plump, and heavy with milk for the twins. Her waist had been narrow, her hips full, but now her curves were more defined, more sensual and her creamy skin was even softer to the touch.
Cree silently cursed his thoughts that had turned him harder and harder. And to make matters worse, Dawn had made it all too clear that while her body recovered from childbirth, she would be only too happy to ease his ache. He had been too concerned that they both would lose control, since their need for each other never seemed to abate. It only grew stronger and stronger. It was as if their intimacy sustained them, though he knew without love it would not have mattered. Dawn would be just another woman to poke and relieve his need. Now it was not about a simple poke, but about making love to his wife.
He took a deep breath to fortify himself and silently prayed that Dawn had fallen asleep.
Cree opened the door to find his wife standing by the bed in her white nightdress. One look told him that she was ready for bed, but not for sleep.
Dawn stared at her husband and she felt her stomach flutter and the ache between her legs grow stronger. She missed his strong body slipping over and into her and also the times he would hoist her up and plant her against a door or wall and make love to her with a fierce passion that sent her soul trembling.
She had known he had kept his distance from her on purpose. Elsa had told Dawn that she had advised Cree to leave his wife be for a while, and he had done just that. But she had gone too long without him. She was starving for his touch, his kiss, and to have him deep inside her.
Their abstinence would end tonight... she would make sure of it. And from the hungry look in his dark eyes and the bulge beneath his plaid, she did not think he would object.
Dawn sauntered over to him, letting her hips roll invitingly. When she reached him, she placed her hand to her chest, and then rested it on his chest.
Cree felt a jab to his gut. He always did when his wife told him that she loved him. Dawn may have been born without a voice, but to him he heard her clearly through her gestures.
Her hand moved slowly down his chest while her eyes remained on him, and the fierce passion he saw stirring in them was like storm clouds gathering before a raging storm that would pound the earth with much needed nourishing rain. That she hungered for him with the same such rage was undeniable.
Dawn intended for there to be no doubt that she wanted him, nor did she intend for him to deny her. She trailed her hand all the way down the front of him, and then slipped it beneath his plaid to gently cup him in her hand, though only for a moment. Her fingers wrapped around the hard length of him and her chest heaved with a sigh of pleasure. She had missed touching him, feeling him throb and swell in her hand before she would guide him into her. She stepped closer, eager to rub herself against him.
Cree’s hand shot out to grab the back of her neck. “I want you like I have never wanted you before, but what if I leave you with child tonight? I cannot bear the thought of you suffering again.”
Dawn motioned with her free hand as if she ate something, then patted her stomach and shook her head.
“You are taking the potion Elsa recommended to keep from getting with child,” he said with relief.
Dawn nodded, though quickly patted her stomach, then chest and pulled as if taking something from her mouth.
“Until you want another babe, then you take it no more?”
She nodded and stroked him.
He groaned and smiled. “You know I am going to make love to you several times tonight, do you not?”
Dawn frowned, shook her head, and extended her arms out.
“You want to make love all night?”
She grinned widely as she nodded vigorously.
“You are a greedy one.”
She nodded again.
“So am I.” His lips came down on hers and passion exploded.
Dawn let go of him and threw her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his as if she could not get close enough to him.
He grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him. His hands went to her buttocks and cupped it firmly as he continued kissing her, never wanting to stop.
He walked over to the bed, eased her down on her feet, and took hold of her face. “I have missed the taste of you and I intend to taste every part of you tonight.”
Dawn tapped her chest repeatedly and nodded, letting him know she felt the same.
“You are mine, Dawn, and I will love you always.” He kissed her and their hands went hastily to their garments.
A pounding at the door had Cree ripping his mouth away from Dawn and yelling, “Whoever is there go away or I will ripe your heart out with my bare hands!”
Dawn sighed heavily, not that it could be heard, and rested her brow to her husband’s chest. She silently pleaded that they not be robbed of this time together.
“It is urgent.”
“Nothing is as urgent as what I am doing now.”
Dawn lifted her head and kissed her husband’s lips lightly, though she would have preferred to devour them. But it was better she let him settle this first before she kissed him senseless.
“Cree, you had better come now. It is urgent!”
“You are doomed, Sloan, if it is not,” Cree called out, though knew that Sloan, his second in command, would not bother him if it was not important. He only hoped the matter could be settled hastily.
“I may not be the only one doomed,” Sloan called back.
His reply sent a shiver through Dawn.
Cree took hold of her chin. “Worry not. I will settle this. Nothing will keep me from our bed this night.” He kissed her quick. “Do not move from this room. I will return.”
Dawn nodded and watched her husband disappear out the door, hoping his words would prove true.
Cree shut the door behind him and stood a moment, staring at Sloan.
Sloan motioned him away from the door and the two men walked down the hall to the stairs.
“What is it?” Cree asked worried that it might be something he could not settle as qu
ickly as he wished.
“A woman demands to speak with you,” Sloan said.
“Demands?” Cree said angrily. “Who is she to demand anything of me?”
Sloan hesitated a moment before saying, “She claims the lad of two years she has with her is your son.”
Chapter Two
Cree entered the Great Hall with angry strides and stopped abruptly when the lone woman in the room turned away from the table, she had been bent over, to face him. Her beauty startled him for a moment, though he showed no signs of it. Dark ringlets fell around her lovely, unmarred face and neck from the mass of curls pinned atop her head and her large blue eyes glared at him as she tossed her chin up defiantly. She took a stance as if prepared for battle, though she could not keep her shoulders from slumping. She showed strength as well as exhaustion.
Cree was about to speak when she stepped aside to reveal a sleeping child on the top of the table. His light brown hair had threads of gold running through it, resembling Cree’s hair coloring, but his features bore no signs of Cree. Even with smudges on his face, he was a handsome child and looked well fed, not like his mother who was far too thin.
“He is your son. I named him Aidan. He is two years now.”
“So you say,” Cree said, approaching her slowly.
“I speak the truth.”
“Again so you say, but what reason do I have to believe you?” He stopped a few feet from her. “Why wait two years to claim him as mine?”
The woman stared at him a moment as if at a loss for words, then said, “He needs his father.”
“And so you chose me?”
“Like you chose me that night,” she said, forcing her shoulders back and her head up.
“And what night was that?” He folded his arms across his broad chest and settled his dark eyes that could intimidate the bravest of souls on her.
The woman took a step back. “It was a cold winter’s night and you sought shelter from the unfavorable weather at my family’s croft near Loch Rannoch. You asked me to warm your bed and I obliged.”
He had sought shelter from farmers now and again, though he had provided them with much needed items in exchange for their generosity. There was just one problem with her story.
“Never would I have been so disrespectful as to proposition a daughter of a farmer who granted me shelter.”
Her face flushed red with embarrassment. “You did not ask me to warm your bed. It was I who sought your bed.”
Her response troubled him, for that had happened on rare occasions Mostly, when he had been celibate far too long from far too many battles. He would spend a whole night appeasing his hunger only to poke the woman once again before leaving the next morning. But had she been one of the very few women?
Another question begged to be asked. “How can you be so sure the lad is mine?”
“I knew no other man before you or after you,” she said with great pride.
“So you say, but again it is only your word I have.”
Her chin went up a notch. “It is all I have left. My da was killed by a band of mercenaries a few days after you left. I was not there at the time or I would have suffered at their hands before meeting the same fate. I went to live with my sister, but her husband took ill and she could barely feed their family on what little they had. I knew it was time for me to seek you out and ask that you be a father to your son.”
“It is a good story you weave,” Cree said.
Before he could say more, the woman said, “It is the truth,” —she pointed to her sleeping son— “and he is proof of what I say.”
“He could be anyone’s son,” Cree argued his thoughts turning to Dawn and how she would feel when she heard of this.
“But he is not anyone’s son. He is your son.” She shook her head. “I cannot believe you do not remember me. You were so kind to me that night. I shall never forget how loved you made me feel.”
“I have been with many women and believe me when I say that if I bedded a woman as beautiful as you I would have remembered it.”
Her eyes turned wide, but not at his words, her glance had settled on something behind him and he knew who she was looking at. His heart clenched in his chest.
Cree turned and faced his wife.
She had slipped on a blue tunic over her nightdress but her feet remained bare and her dark eyes were wide with questions. Her hands began to move much too fast.
“Slow down,” Cree ordered.
“I believe Dawn is telling you to summon a servant and have a room prepared in the keep for the mother and her son,” Sloan said.
Cree shot him a look that had Sloan taking several steps back.
“You heard the whole tale?” Cree asked his wife.
“It is not a tale,” the woman called out.
Cree turned a scowl on the woman that had her quickly lowering her head, then he looked to his wife. This time her gestures were slow, much too slow.
He reached out, snatching her hand and yanked her to him. Keeping his voice low, he said, “Do not speak to me as if I were a child who cannot understand you. As for that woman, neither she nor her child will ever occupy this keep.” He grabbed her other hand before she could gesture. “I am not finished. The woman and her son will not be turned away. I will have a cottage provided for them while I sought this out.”
Dawn smiled and nodded pleased with his decision.
Cree knew his wife well and her smile lacked its usual enthusiasm. She was troubled and he could not blame her, though if she had obeyed him—which she was forever failing to do—she would not have heard him say that the woman was a beauty.
The thought annoyed him all the more and he said as he released her hands, “You will go to our bedchamber and stay there as I had ordered you to do, while I see to this.”
Dawn’s eyes narrowed.
“Do not think to disobey me on this,” he warned sternly.
She gestured, pointing to him and then to her, then tapped her mouth and pointed her finger up.
“We will not discuss this matter when I join you. I will see it resolved. You are not to concern yourself with it.”
Her hands went to gesture and he grabbed them. “No more. Do as I say now.”
Dawn’s eyes narrowed and she glared at him a moment before she turned and disappeared into the shadows near the stairs.
Cree turned to face the woman who had disrupted not only his night but his life. “I will see you have shelter and food as your father did for me, and one way or another I will have the truth from you.”
“Thank you, my lord,” the woman said with a bow of her head. “I knew an honorable man as yourself would not turn his child away.”
“That is yet to be determined,” Cree said. “Sloan will see you settled.”
Sloan stepped forward as Cree turned away from them.
“Your name?” Sloan asked.
“Tallis.”
The name resonated in Cree’s head. He had heard it before, but where?
Chapter Three
Cree sat hunched over the table with his hands wrapped around a tankard of ale, the crackling fire in the hearth behind him warming his back. Though summer would be with them for several more weeks, the castle contained a chill no matter what season of the year. He wondered if a chill would replace the heat he had seen in his wife’s eyes before Tallis had arrived.
He scowled and downed another swallow of ale.
“Fortifying yourself for the confrontation with your wife?” Sloan asked and swung his leg over the bench to join Cree at the table.
“Watch your tongue,” Cree warned.
Sloan filled a tankard of ale for himself. “You know Dawn will not let it be.”
“Do not remind me of her stubbornness.”
“Something you two have in common.” Sloan ignored how Cree’s scowl deepened, and he continued. “Dawn will want answers just as you do. I do not recall this woman, but then I was not with you at all times. You and I both have bedded ma
ny women along the way, so there is no point in asking if there is a possibility that the child is yours. I do, however, agree with you that Tallis is too beautiful of a woman not to remember.”
Cree’s nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. It disturbed him more and more that his wife had heard him claim the woman a beauty. It must have felt like a slap in the face to her or at least that was what he felt he had done to her.
Dawn would always be the most beautiful woman in the world to him, even with her plain features, and she had to know that. He had told her often enough. Still, though, his words had to have hurt her and if there was something that upset him beyond reason was the thought of hurting his wife.
“Do you recall Tallis at all?” Sloan asked.
“There is something familiar about her name,” —Cree shook his head— “but nothing else.”
Silence fell between the two men, each lost in thought.
Sloan finally spoke. “Go to your wife and finish what I interrupted.”
Cree wanted to make love to his wife more than anything, but the events of tonight had cast a dark shadow over him, and he did not want to bring that to his wife.
He finished the last of his ale with one swallow and stood. “You ordered men to watch the woman?”
“Of course, though you know as well as I do she will not lack visitors. The women of the village will hear of this soon enough and be curious to meet her.”
“Tell Elsa to go see Tallis and the lad and let them know she is the healer in the village if they should need anything,” Cree ordered. Once Elsa heard that, she would know that Cree wished to be informed of anything concerning the pair. Elsa was an exceptional healer and a loyal friend.
“Old Mary might get to Tallis first,” Sloan warned.
“Then I will learn more of the truth,” Cree said and walked to the stairs, thinking of the old woman who some thought a witch. She shuffled when she walked and her hands were gnarled with age and yet her mind was sharp and her aged eyes saw more clearly than those younger than her. Most of all, she was a true friend to Dawn.
Cree stopped at his bedchamber door. He did not want to discuss this matter with Dawn, not just yet. He knew she would have other ideas. He could always distract her with a few kisses and intimate touches that would have them making love in no time. But he did not want to make love to her to distract her.
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