Kidnapped By The Highlander Lord (Scottish Highlander Romance)

by Kaley McCormick

  I wanted to say something, but I was too engrossed in what he was showing me. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t stop staring and the only thing that mattered was seeing that thing bob up and down in front of my eyes. I needed to get closer and it was a risk, but it was one that I was willing to take.

  Getting down on my hands and knees, I crawled down the embankment and over to a nearby rock. I peeked over the surface and he was still standing there with his strong buttocks shining in the sun. They were hard packed globes and I would have loved to grab hold of both of them and sink my teeth deep into the fleshy part.

  “It’s getting ridiculous and sometimes I think that it might be better that I just walk away from my family and friends. I don’t want to hurt people, but I’ve been given a duty and I intend to follow through.” He was not that far away from my village. He had me worried that he was going to turn it into his own personal stomping grounds. “My men will be here soon and I’ve gone ahead to survey the situation.” He had the same problem that I did. I liked to talk to myself, as it was the only person that would listen to me anyway. Tabitha was a good sounding board, but she was always interested in the men in the village.

  I was within a few feet and I was willing him with my mind to turn in my direction. With him standing away from me, I could only see the back side of a beautiful package. His arms and his legs were like tree trunks. He could probably carry me over his shoulder with ease. The very idea that he could overpower me made me weak at the knees. I’ve never felt this way with any man. I didn’t want any part of their desire to woo me into their bed.

  I licked my lips, cocking my head to the side and waiting for that inevitable moment that I would see it in living color. He made a move and then I must’ve gasped out loud at seeing that large protrusion projecting from his waist. He didn’t try to cover up, but he did come after me. I made a run for it, clamoring over the rocks, but he was very fast and very agile. I slipped several times, but he was sure footed and stayed with me the entire time. I panicked and he was very calm and did not try to rush the moment. That was precisely the reason why I was making, so many mistakes.

  I could literally feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and then I felt his hand grabbing me from behind. I struggled, but it was in vain. His grip was strong and confident like the man himself.

  “I don’t think that it’s a good idea for you to sneak up on a warrior that’s talking to himself. I think that I’m going to have to make an example out of you. Perhaps, if I drove this sword into your stomach and out the other side that that would send the right message. I could parade you through town and have people screaming in all directions to get away.”

  Chapter two

  I slapped at his hands, trying to wrench free, but he did not let go. He continued to drag me backwards by the back of the neck, until he grabbed my long dark hair. It was painful, but he was igniting those nerve endings that made it a little bit exciting to be manhandled in this way.

  “You can fight all you want, but it’s going to do you no good. You must be one of the scouts that were sent ahead. It’s too bad that you’re going to have to be the first casualty of the highland army that is coming to take your people by surprise. They won’t even see it coming. We’ll lay waste to whatever we see.” He was under the impression that I was a man. With the bulky clothing and my father’s pants, it was an interesting scenario to think about.

  There was no sense in saying anything and if I did, my ruse of being one of the boys would be gone in a flash. I was waiting for the right time, hoping that he would relinquish his hold long enough for me to make another run for it. He was still pulling my hair and it was causing an undue side effect between my legs. I was feeling slightly wet and for all intents and purposes, the barbaric act of pulling my hair had drawn out the woman in me.

  “I will have to teach you a lesson.” I did not like the sound of that and the best way to avoid it was not to be there when he instituted that lesson. I looked around frantically for anything to use, as a weapon. I grabbed onto a branch, only to have it pulled from my hands. “You are not much of a man. Your father did not teach you to be a fighter and that is a crying shame. A child needs his father to guide him with a helping hand. He needs to honor his role and teach him how to be a man.”

  It was lucky that he wasn’t touching any other part of my anatomy, or he would find out in a hurry that there was something more there than just a man’s physique. He would feel the soft curves and would most likely be shocked by the very idea that I was a woman.

  I decided to try lowering my voice to mimic that of a man. “I don’t know what you want with me, but I am no scout. I just came out here to take a walk and I came upon you by accident and nothing more. I suppose I should have announced myself, but you seemed to be lost in your own little world.” He handled me easily, throwing me to the ground at his feet. He stood over me in a menacing fashion.

  It was a good thing that he couldn’t see my excitement, because from my vantage point, I could see his family jewels. They were right there in my face and I had this overwhelming desire to take him into my mouth to show him some English hospitality.

  “I don’t know if I believe you. Besides, it really doesn’t matter and you’ve already seen my face. You may not know this, but you are looking at the lord of the Scottish Highlands. I have been… I have been.” He stopped talking all together and now he was eying me with this expression that made me fear for my safety. “No way… It can’t possibly be.” I followed his gaze and I saw that my shirt had ripped during the scuffle and the way that he had dragged me here by bodily force.

  In my kneeling position, I had inadvertently shown him the true woman underneath the façade. “Please…don’t kill me” It was the only thing that I could say at the time. Even though he was in the presence of a lady, he had no interest in covering up his nudity. In fact, I think that he was taking great pride in the fact that I was staring at him and it wasn’t in the eyes.

  I told him my name and where I came from. He looked perplexed, like he had no idea what he was going to do with me. He was pacing back and forth and then he came to a stop. He looked back over his shoulder with his long hair unruly and looking like it was going to cover his face. He didn’t look like he had bathed in days and the growth of hair on his face only confirmed that fact. He had no personal hygiene and cared little for what people thought of him.

  “Hmmmmm….finding you might have been the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’ve been searching for a way to get my people to rally behind me. They have been throwing their women at me and hoping that I would choose one of them to make an heir with. I really have no interest in any of them. I love my people, but the women are a little too anxious. I want somebody that’s going to give me a bit of a challenge.” I wasn’t sure where he was going with this, but I didn’t like the sound of it.

  “You can’t possibly suggest that I have sex with you.” I wasn’t opposed to the idea. He was quite the manly man. There was something primal that made my blood boil and my heart flutter two times too fast “I just met you and I have no interest in sleeping with you or having your baby.” I suppose I could’ve been more convincing had I not been staring at his package and wondering what it would feel like sliding across my tongue.

  “I could just take you by force, but that seems unnecessary. I have such plans for you and I think that you’ll come with me willingly.” I stared at him with confused eyes. There was nothing that he could possibly say that would make me want to follow him back to his homeland of Scotland. If we had known each other longer and had gotten to know each other more intimately, then I might take him up on his offer. I wasn’t the type of lady that would jump at anything with two legs.

  “I can’t see how that could happen, but by all means take your best shot.” He bent down any got close to my ear. He wanted me to hear this very clearly, so that there was no mistaking his intentions.

  “My men and I were going to destroy your v
illage, until everybody was dead. The only way that I’m going to convince them otherwise is if I have something to offer. I suggest that you make the supreme sacrifice for your friends and family. I sense that you don’t have much here holding you back. This could be a start of something new for you, but I really don’t care why you do it. I will kill everybody and I will make you watch, as their blood flows between my fingertips. You’ll have to live with that haunting image for the rest of your life. I’ll leave you alive and let you suffer the indignity of being the only survivor.” He was vindictive and sinister and there was an evil quality that he seemed to take great pride in.

  “I can’t believe that you would even consider doing something like this. You leave me little choice.” Even if my family was pretty much strangers, they were still blood and I would have their deaths on my conscience. Tabitha would be taken for a plaything and the very idea that they would pass her around was not a pleasant thought. I’m sure that she would look at me for help and I would be powerless to do anything. “Let’s go. You’ve made your point.” This was the only way that I was going to keep my people safe. I had their well being in the palm of my hand and it was my decision that was going to determine their fate. It was not a position that I would wish on my worst enemy.

  “I think that you made the right decision. It wasn’t like I was giving you any other options. You did this, or everything that you know and love will be slaughtered with my sword and those of my men.” He grabbed me by the shoulders and wrenched me to my feet. I was trembling and he was smiling with this smirk of derision. He didn’t care about me and he only wanted some meek and mild young woman that he could lord over the others. I’m sure that I would be hated and the women in the town would look at me with jealousy in their eyes.

  “I would really like that you stop looking at me like that.” I was putting up a false united front, stealing my reserve and putting my foot down. He apparently did not like that. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his overzealous member. It was hard and I gasped noticeably, like I had when I was behind the rock. It was a sound that he loved and he made sure to use his own hand to make me rub him in a not so subtle way.

  “You may say that you don’t like this, but I can see differently in your eyes. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. The men in your village pale in comparison to a true warrior heart. There is no substitute for a man that knows how to put their women in their place.” I felt the back of his hand and it made my head jerk to the side. He did not allow me to fall and I turned with contempt coming off of me in waves. “Yes, show me that fire”

  I punched him in the mouth and laughed. He shook his head with the glee, showing me his teeth and what pleasure her took from my fighting back. “Don’t ever touch me like that again.” I could not fight him and I knew that the only thing I had was my attitude.

  He grabbed my hair and forced his tongue into my mouth. He smelled like rotting fish, but there was also this undeniable rough brutality that I found quite interesting. He could have his way with me and I knew that there would be nothing that I could do. He could force me onto the ground to submit to his will. I secretly wondered what that would feel like and I felt his hands pushing on my shoulders.

  I remained standing for, as long as my legs could take it and then they buckled out from underneath me. I landed very heavily on my knees. He made me look at him by pulling my hair and shoving his cock up to my face. I could smell the pungent aroma of his man scent. It was strangely erotic and I didn’t mean to do it, but I stuck out my tongue and tasted him for the first time. It was more than enough to make me swipe at him up and down. He was still holding my hair and I think I liked the idea of being made to do this.

  I could easily try to escape again, bite his cock and make him scream in an agony that he probably never felt in his life. I could have done that, but instead I surrounded his knob with the heat of my mouth and the agility of my experienced tongue. This was not my first time orally satisfying a man. It would be my first time to have sex with one. I’ve heard stories about what it would be like and I cringed to think about the pain that I would have to endure.

  “I can see that you love a Scottish sword.” His hidden meaning was very clear and it wasn’t like he was trying to hide the fact that his cock was that Scottish sword. He had unsheathed his weapon and he was now making good use of it in the only way that mattered. He slipped with ease back and forth across my tongue several times. I wasn’t allowed to move and he was essentially fucking my face for his own pleasure and amusement. “You are very good at that. You make some of my other lovers seem inadequate compared to you. You swallow me and I like the look of seeing my cock disappear. My knob in your throat is better than most times that a girl has gone down on me.”

  “I’m only doing what you requested or more to the point forced me to do against my will.” I was trying to show that this was not something that I wanted to do. I don’t think he believed a single word. My mouth wouldn’t have been, so eager to please, had I not had an interest to see what it would be like to take all of him.

  I could tell that he was grinding his teeth, twisting my hair, just a little bit tighter and moving his hips a little bit faster. I watched, as that long piece of meat came at me over and over again. It wasn’t, until I felt the knob puff out that I got a pretty good idea of what was coming next.

  “I do believe…suck it…that you may be protesting a little bit too much… YESSSS.” His exclamation of excitement was followed by stream after stream of his nectar forcing its way out of the head. They landed heavily on my tongue. I should have swallowed it, but I continued to allow him to fill up that space. It was only when I had no choice that I gave in to that need to consume him.

  He moved away from me, reaching back for anything to break his fall. He was lucky that there was a tree present. He put his hand on it and then slumped down onto the ground with his legs spread obscenely. His cock had some of his stuff still sticking to it. I wiped my hand across my mouth and then I crawled to him like some sort of animal after its prey.

  “I don’t think I’m done.” He wasn’t sure what I was getting at. I grabbed him at the base and I put my mouth back over top off him. He shuddered underneath the ministrations of my oral delights. He was shaking his head back and forth, tossing his dirty mane of hair from side to side. His eyes were closed and I was surprised that he didn’t try to stop me. I guess he didn’t want to appear weak. He allowed me to show him how sensitive that he was after a finale that almost choked me.

  I made sure to give him that treatment for longer than necessary. He was squirming underneath me and that was the kind of power that a woman in my position would have been happy to have. I easily popped my lips free and licked my lips of anything that was left over. I sat down in the same position between his legs and lay my head against his chest. He was breathing heavy and for that moment, he was no use to anybody.

  It was then that I realized that I could have run, but instead I cuddled up to him and stayed within the warmth of his body.

  Chapter three

  “I would have gladly taken you right there on the ground, but I think that I can do better than that. Diana, I will do everything in my power to make you happy, but that’s not my main concern. I need you to learn to fight. There will be women that are going to stand up against you and you’re going to have to knock them down one at a time. These fights usually last, until only one is left standing. Men from the village will crowd around and watch you and the other women battle. It’s one of our favorite pastimes.” I should’ve known that he would get something from a barbaric act of beating each other into the ground.

  “I can’t even throw a punch. You can testify to that. I don’t think you even felt the blow that I gave you. You laughed it off and made me feel like I can’t even protect myself. I don’t want to be defined by having a man in my life.” He was not just any man, he was Shamus. He had just finished telling me that he was the lord of a Scottish Castle. It would take us several
days to get there.

  “We have time to teach you the basics and a few other moves that might prove useful. That’s only if you are willing to learn. It would be a good idea that you did. I can’t have a woman of mine being laid flat on the ground with a knife sticking out of her chest. People would never look at me the same way again. They would think that I had lost my good judgment. They would challenge me and I would have no choice, but to vanquish one after the other. If you were to show that you were a warrior, then I wouldn’t have to worry about people stepping up to me.”

  “I hate to interrupt this, but I have been sent ahead to make sure that you were OK, lord Shamus.” It was quite clear to me that this man was his protector. It would appear that his men did not like him going out into the field of battle alone. They were obligated to abide by his rules, but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t take precautions. “I see that you’ve found yourself a little treat.” I turned away from him, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing me adore his lord.

  “Finley, you can tell them and that we have a change of plans. I'm coming back. I need you to go to them and tell them that this battle is not gonna happen. I have made a deal with their people. In exchange for one of their wenches, I’ve decided to spare their lives.” Finley didn’t look at all happy about his lord’s decision. He did walk away grumbling underneath his breath, but he knew that the lord’s decree was final.

  “It didn’t look like he was happy about your decision. Are you sure that you’re doing the right thing?” I shouldn’t have questioned him. Had he changed his mind, my friends and my family would be slaughtered and their blood would stain the ground forever.

  “Diana, I’m doing what I want and I will not let anybody tell me differently. I don’t want a woman that’s going to be, so easy to submit. I want the attitude that I saw, when I first came upon you. You don’t wear a dress and you don’t bow down to those that think that they know better than you. You’re a woman of substance. You don’t know all about a man’s pleasure, even though you can perform on your knees with this desire in your eyes.” It felt good to help my people. It felt even better that I’d found a man that I could truly come to terms with being with.