Someday Her Duke Will Come
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“Dougal,” she said quietly as she leaned her head into him. “You know you can never leave this time .”
“I will if it means staying with you .”
“No, absolutely not,” she said. “You are the leader of this clan, and must stay to allow the MacGavins to grow, to prosper, to produce heirs .”
He started to say something, but she shook her head, placing a finger over his lips to silence him .
“I will stay with you,” she said with a smile as his eyes grew wide with love and relief. “This is your home, and I know this land well enough, from my studies as well as my time here, to understand it and appreciate it. I will write history with you, and ensure that it it is written properly .”
Dougal sealed her promise by kissing her soundly, leaving her no question as to his feeling towards her .
When they returned home, Dougal had the girls pour Emilia a hot bath. He wouldn’t allow anyone but himself into the room as he helped her in the tub and grabbed a sponge, running it over her bruised but beautiful body. She leaned back against the edge and closed her eyes, smelling the scent of rose petals that had been added to the water .
He ran the sponge over her breasts and down her stomach, feeling his shaft getting hard as her naked body glimmered in the candlelight. She bit her bottom lip as he swirled the sponge right above her mound, moving back up to her breasts and down again. She shifted in the tub, spreading her legs apart and licking her lips. He pushed the sponge back down under the water but this time ran it gently over her core. She moaned softly as the water waved around her .
He dropped the sponge to the side and ran the same course, but this time with his bare hand. As his fingers parted her lips and rubbed against her very center, she waved her hips slightly, inviting him in. He sat up against the edge of the tub and reached down deep, pushing his fingers inside of her. She was warm and wet and he immediately wanted to feel her wrapped around his shaft. He undressed in front of her, making sure to take a few seconds to continue rubbing her as he removed his clothing. When he was completely naked, she pulled herself up to her knees, the hot water running over her body. She smiled as she leaned forward and fluttered her tongue over the tip of his manhood, sending chills up his spine .
She was the most sensual woman he had ever met, and now she was entirely his .
He wrapped his fingers through her hair, pulling her head back and kissing her pouty lips. He pushed her back in the tub and crawled in on top of her. The warm water washed over their bodies as he pushed her leg out and up, pushing his hard erection deep inside her. She moaned wildly as the water lapped against her, creating a dual sensation. He could feel her body tensing, letting him know she was about to explode .
“Come for me lass,” he groaned. “Come on, come for me .”
She grabbed onto the sides of the tub as he rubbed his body up and down her. She arched her back and leaned her head behind her as the orgasm took hold. Dougal could feel her body stiffen and her tighten and vibrate against his shaft. He loved to watch her face as she slipped into ecstasy .
The warm burst around him sent heat down his legs and he grabbed onto her waist and pushed with his feet as he gyrated hard and deep inside of her. She gripped him tightly with her legs, calling out his name as he drove his hips down, pushing in as deep as he could go. The sound of her moans and the feeling of her around him was too much for him to handle and he began to move harder and faster now .
She moaned and drove her nails into his back as water splashed up and over the edges of the tub. As he pushed in one last time, he pulled her into him, holding his breath and feeling the waves of orgasm wash over him. His hips continued to move against her as he released everything he had been holding back for so long .
They slunk down in the tub together, letting the relaxation of the bath waters take over. As Dougal laid there with her in his arms, he couldn’t help but think about having her as his wife. A forever that he could truly understand .
Epilogue
Emilia
I t had been six months since Dougal and his clan had rescued her from the Buchanan’s home. She had struggled for awhile with nightmares, but having Dougal by her side definitely calmed those fears. How very different and ugly war was when involved within it and not studying it in a book .
Emilia had taken one last trip back through the portal to straighten out her affairs and make sure the people she cared for the most weren’t worried when she was gone. She told the dean that she had decided to move full time to Aberdeen. Her parents were each leading fulfilled lives with their new spouses and families, and she set things in motion to have regular letters and emails sent to them by a service she hired online .
She took half a day to stop at the library as well. She needed to check once more if the history books had changed, if anything was different because of her return. She was again astonished to find that everything she knew remained unchanged, although already the description of the battle at Dunnottar Castle and the subsequent rise of the MacGavin Laird included more detail. Perhaps, then, this had always been predestined and her role was to simply describe the history as it occurred .
She had been fearful the portal would close behind her forever, so Dougal insisted on accompanying her. If they were trapped in the future, he said, they would be trapped together .
On their return however, there it was, awaiting them. When they passed through and began walking away, it began to spark and light, before vanishing into thin air. Emilia supposed she had done what the universe had planned for her. It was slightly unnerving to know now that she was here for the rest of her life, but looking over at Dougal’s stoic face, she knew she had made the right decision .
She and the girls had immediately began planning her wedding. She was more than excited to live the traditions of the Highland Scottish and actually helped Arabel sew her wedding dress. When Arabel was done she hung it up, one stitch left for Emilia to complete for good luck .
On the morning of the wedding, Emilia was nervous, to say the least, but the girls spent all morning primping and pruning her to look her best. They made sure to tie a bright blue ribbon around her thigh and put a penny in her shoe for good luck. Emilia sat there on the bed thinking about something old to have with her to complete the trifecta and she watched as Arabel came walking in the room, holding something in her hand. Emilia smiled at her as she opened her small palm, revealing a beautiful emerald bracelet .
“It was my mother’s,” she said smiling wistfully. “Dougal gave it to me when she passed and I should like to have ye wear it today. That way, you not only have something borrowed and old, yer allowing our mother to be part of this beautiful celebration of love .”
“You are so wise,” Emilia said, wiping the tears from my eyes. “I would be honored to wear that bracelet, sweet girl .”
Emilia brought her in close and squeezed her hard, loving her as she would have her own little sister, had she had one. These children here had become her life, and she had Dougal to thank for that. When Emilia was completely dressed, she pinned the veil in her hair and pulled the lace front down over her face. Grasping the locket that had been returned to its place around her neck, she turned and looked in the mirror Dougal had brought in, in awe of her reflection .
She was marrying the Highlander she had always dreamed of. She had never found anyone who measured up in her own time, but she would never have imagined she would jump through the pages of her history texts to find one for herself .
She took a deep breath, hearing the bells signifying the beginning of the ceremony, and walked out to the edge of the porch. There weren’t any churches nearby so they were to be married on the property. The Highland background was absolutely stunning. Emilia gripped onto Ivor’s arm, happy that he was there to walk her down the aisle. She was being given away by Ivor the Terrible. Unbelievable, she laughed to herself before turning serious as she caught Dougal’s gaze on her from the front of the makeshift aisle. She could actually
see a tear gathering in the corner of the proud warrior’s eye .
They exchanged their vows and had the traditional knot tying ceremony, where they asked Arabel to join them together. As Emilia agreed to love and cherish this man forever, she looked up into his green eyes and smiled. Dougal slipped the ring on her finger and didn’t wait for the preacher’s cue. He grabbed Emilia around the waist and pulled her in tight, pressing his lips hard against hers .
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the pastor laughed. “You may now kiss the bride .”
Everyone cheered as Dougal bent Emilia backward and let their love be shown to the world. From there they broke out into celebration, eating delicious food, drinking amazing brews, and dancing deep into the night. Emilia didn’t know many of the dances but Dougal walked her through them, taking any excuse to hold her close. The laughter of the guests echoed across the fields and out over the cliffs, disappearing into the waves of the ocean. Their love had come full circle, and where Emilia had once been terrified and bewildered of her circumstance, she was now more excited than ever at what her life had to offer .
Emilia stood on the edge of the field, looking out at the moon and listening to the children dance to the Scottish tunes. She felt Dougal walk up behind her and slide his hand around her waist, kissing her gently on the neck. Emilia took in a deep breath and sighed, knowing that she had been given a gift .
Emilia turned and looked at the party behind then, pausing for a moment and smiling as Fiona appeared in the background, eating some cheese and waving. She waved back and laughed, looking over at Dougal. He followed her eyes over, then back to her in confusion .
“Who are you waving at ?”
“Oh, nobody,” she said smiling. “My fairy godmother .”
Dougal pulled her close and kissed her lips hard .
“Our story is one for the history books, wouldn’t you say?” asked Emilia .
“I’m not sure anyone would believe it,” he murmured into her lips .
“A fairy tale then,” she said .
Fitting, it was. A fairy tale with a very happy ending .
* * *
THE END
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About the Author
E llie has always loved reading, writing, and history. For many years she has written short stories, non-fiction, and has worked on her true love and passion -- romance novels .
In every era there is the chance for romance, and Ellie enjoys exploring many different time periods, cultures, and geographic locations. No matter when or where, love can always prevail. She has a particular soft spot for the bad boys of history, and loves a strong heroine in her stories .
She enjoys walks under the stars with her own prince charming, as well as spending time at the lake with her children, and running with her Husky/Border Collie cross .
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