Kidnapped By The Highlander Lord (Scottish Highlander Romance)

by Kaley McCormick

  “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, but why haven’t you tried to take me? Perhaps, I’m not exactly your type and you’re having a hard time getting yourself excited enough to be with me.”

  “You have no worries about that, Diana. I just finished telling you that you are more women than any of these other women back in my village. They continually come after me with advance after advance. They see getting with me, as a good way of becoming the woman behind the man. They want that power in the palm of their hand. You have more grace and I feel that you would make a better fit on the throne beside me. The only reason why I haven’t taken you is because I can only do that after the ceremony.” I wasn’t so sure that either one of us could last that long.

  “If you can keep your hands off of me for the next few days, until we get back to your village then I will be very surprised. Just between you and me, I hope that you falter. You are a man and most of them can’t keep it in their pants. For you to do otherwise makes you stronger than all of them combined. I’m just wondering, if you can truly stand up to that kind of abstinence. I think that I can, but your needs are a different story.”

  He dressed and put on that red and black curtain that he called a tartan. He showed me how to tie it around his shoulders. He did look pretty damn good and all he would need to look better was a bit of attention to detail. I tried to run my hands through his hair, but they were riddled with knots. I could barely pull my hand free. I touched his beard and the bristles pierced my skin.

  When he was dressed, he led me back to his horse that was drinking water. It was a magnificent black stallion and the kind of animal that told you that it would stand up to just about anything.

  Over the next few days, it was hard to keep my hands off of him, but even harder for him. That was evident by the constant bulge underneath that kilt. I’d found out that Scottish warriors did not wear anything underneath their kilt. It was a tradition to ride bareback. Each time that the horse moved that kilt would rise up from the horse bounding along. I would see his healthy cheeks. I’m not sure, but I think that he was doing that to get underneath my skin.

  “Diana, we are less than a few hours away. We had traveled some of the way by boat, taking his horse along with him. The unsavory characters that we came up against were constantly giving me the eye on board. I guess they weren’t used to seeing a lady and they decided to show it in a way that made me feel a little uncomfortable.

  Seeing this, Shamus had killed two of them and made sure to do it publicly with the entire ship watching. From that moment on, there was no body that would lay a hand on me. In fact, there was nobody that would even look at me in the eye. I felt ostracized, but I also knew that it was better than the alternative.

  “I don’t think I told you, Shamus. I really do appreciate you stepping in on that boat. They had some ideas and I’m sure that the both of us know exactly what they were thinking. I felt dirty and exposed, until you came to my rescue and showed them that I was under your protection. I really think that they thought they were going to get away with it, but you made sure to make them think differently.”

  He had taken me higher than I had ever been before on an emotional whirlwind that was quite by surprise. It was a chance that I had to take and maybe this had started with him laying down the law. I couldn’t admit it to myself, but there was something growing between us. He had shown to be a man of honor, although I could see that it was killing him inside to wait to consummate this relationship.

  “I would never let anybody lay a hand on you. I feel it’s my obligation to keep you safe, whether it’s from an enemy or friend. You may cower from me, but I will not allow anybody else to make you feel that way.” I wasn’t sure how to take that. He liked his women to shy away from him. He wanted to be the one to seduce them into his bed and not the other way around. He had no delusions that his own people and the women within were a little bit too heavy handed for his liking.

  “I’m just glad that you did something about it. I don’t agree with your methods, but the results are undeniable. Killing those two men sent a message to the rest of them that made them want to jump off the ship. Since they couldn’t, they instead gave us a wide berth.” I had my hands wrapped around him and every so often, I would linger a little lower, just so that I could get his attention. There were many times that I heard his gasp of approval and there were many times that I thought that I would have to have my hands tied behind my back to prevent myself from touching him.

  For the most part, it was a game of who could tease the other one to the point of losing their composure. He was good at brushing by me and exciting my mind and my body. He made it seem like an accident, but we both knew the truth. He was purposely trying to turn up the heat and make me want him in the worst way possible. He didn’t have to worry about that and I had already resigned myself to the fact that he had me wrapped around his little finger.

  We crossed through a meadow and in the distance; I could see the looming castle. He got this look of being home. He closed his eyes and breathed in a huge breath of the air around us. “I don’t know if you can feel that, Diana. It’s like a hero’s welcome and you can smell and feel the adoration in the air. They will come in droves and they will show you that they’re not at all comfortable with an outsider. By now, Finley has already told them everything that they need to know. They’re just waiting to show their displeasure.”

  In the last few days, he had gone through how to fight. I put my own spin on it and there was one time and one time only that I was able to best him. He went down and I had the sword up against his throat. In an act of defiance, I nicked him and made him bleed his own blood. He actually smiled and told me that I had come a long way and that he was proud of me.

  Chapter four

  I knew from the looks on everybody’s faces that they were not happy to see me in the very least. It didn’t matter that the lord had made his decision. I was the one that was going to take the place in his bed.

  It didn’t take long, before the first one stood and let it be known that she was challenging me for that very spot. She looked like she could handle her own and those muscles came from a sort of manual labor that I wasn’t used to. She could probably crush me underneath her weight and the best way to avoid that was to stay out of arm’s length.

  “She is Sasha of the Clan Mcintyre. That girl is very formidable and she has beaten her fair share of men. Be weary of her left hand. She likes to conceal a weapon away from prying eyes. Use what I taught you and I’m sure that you’ll come out victorious.” I wasn’t so sure of that. I was shaking like a leaf at the very prospect of standing toe to toe with her. I was intimidated, but I couldn’t let her see the fear in my eyes.

  “I will take your challenge and I’ll make sure that I send a message to the rest of you. I am here because your lord has told me that this is my place. I do not take that lightly and to think otherwise will only makes the transition harder. Let us begin and remember, you’re the ones that asked for this.” My words showed my conviction and I could only hope that my body would follow suit.

  This girl had a bit of facial hair and she did not look all that feminine in my opinion. She looked like she could drink me under the table, but that was not the task at hand.

  She opened it up with a flurry of short thrusts. I managed to avoid them for the most part, but I did get a slight scratch along my neck. It broke the skin and I touched it and actually brought the blood up to my mouth. I licked it for effect and I heard the gasp from the crowd. I was acting like an animal, because that was exactly what I needed to be in this instance.

  “If I can’t be strong, then I will not be worthy. I need to stand here and take the battle to you, Sasha. I do hope that you don’t hold that against me.” She looked angry and that anger was going to lead to mistakes that I was going to capitalize on. “I don’t want you to think that this is personal, Sasha. This is a matter of necessity and it’s the only way that I’m going to make all of yo
u finally see that your lord knows how to pick a mate.”

  She made this ungodly scream and then she attacked me with a vengeance of a warrior spirit. She flashed back and forth and I barely managed to suck in my chest. I tried my best to fend her off, but she was relentless and there seemed to be a moment there that I thought that I was going to lose. It was only after I looked towards Patrick that I knew that there was no room for failure.

  I lost my sword, seeing it scatter and bounce on the ground. She was bringing that sword of hers down towards me. I put up my hands and I clasped them together against the blade. I could feel the steel digging into my hand. I ignored the pain and kicked out with my foot. She doubled over and lost her grip, allowing me to sweep her off her feet. I followed it through with my blade up against her throat on the ground. She tried to reach for that knife on her right side, but I was right there to toss it aside.

  The need for blood lust was burning in my veins and I was tempted to kill her. At the last second, I thought better of it and I allowed her to stand.

  “Sasha has been vanquished and she can no longer be allowed to stay in the village. Turn your backs and don’t show her the courtesy of seeing her again.” Everybody turned their back on her, except for me, because I really didn’t know how to follow those kinds of edicts.

  Sasha looked rejected and the others that had put their hand in for battle had now pulled back. They did not want to go through the same thing. Sasha left with her tail tucked between her legs. It was unfortunate that it had to come to that. I felt bad that she was shunned by her friends and her family. This was not my way, but I had to follow the tradition of the Scottish people.

  “I know that you don’t feel very good about that, Diana. I’m not immune to her pain, but she knew exactly what she was getting herself into. She thought that she could beat you and in her defeat, she must walk away from everybody that she loves. If any of them try to help her or give her aid, then they will have to suffer the same consequences. It might sound barbaric, but this is the way that I’ve always done things.”

  “I just can’t get over the expression on her face. She was this close to winning and I only got the upper hand, because of something that you taught me. I guess, I am a quick study and I think that I pride myself on knowing that I can go beyond my own endurance.”

  He looked around and nobody was standing up or taking a step forward to take the place of Sasha. None of them wanted to contend with been shunned by the clan. Shamus took me by the hand and I could feel his domineering ways coming to the surface.

  “It’s time that we get on with this. I do hope that you’re a screamer for my people need to know that you are enjoying yourself. I need you to be the type of woman that will vocalize what she feels.” That was something that he wasn’t going to have to worry about.

  “I haven’t done anything to know for sure, but I’ve got this feeling that my voice will be heard.” He attacked me in the bedroom of the castle, forcing me down onto the ground at his feet. I worshiped at his altar, licking him and getting him strong and ready for the invasion of the one place that no man had been before. “I know that you are a warrior, but I hope that you will show mercy on a woman that has never done this before.”

  He answered me by gagging me on his inches and then pulling free with strings of my spit clinging to him. He lifted me into his lap. His cock slipped through my resistance and made me pierce the night sky with my cherry being popped.

  “AHHHHHHH.” He was not gentle by any means and I don’t think that I would have wanted him to be. I needed this to be done quickly and even though it was painful, it soon subsided to a more pleasurable sensation. He never stopped and he was like a sexual machine. He drove into the quivering depths of my hole, where I welcomed him with an embrace that squeezed down like a tight glove. “Fuck me…Shamus…make me your woman.” It didn’t seem like that request was going to be denied.

  “I knew that you would be right for me. I don’t even care how or why you are here. I hope that eventually that you’ll realize that this is your place.” He was the leader and the land that he had a dispute over was going to be his after the ceremony. This was a prelude to standing in front of his people and taking his name. Right at that moment, I was taking his love staff and giving it a treatment that he could probably never get anywhere else.

  “I am right for you. I also don’t care how I got here. It doesn’t matter anymore.” I did have that lingering doubt that he would attack my village anyway. I would just have to take it on face value that he was an honorable man and that he wouldn’t go back against his word. “I think that I’m going to have my first…first…OHHHHH.” I had done this with my hand many a time, but that didn’t compare to having a cock like his slamming inside me.

  “My lassie, you are turning out to be something that I can truly sink my teeth into.” He proved that by biting my shoulder and making me moan in pleasure of having his cock inside me and scream in pain of his teeth digging into my flesh. He was bouncing me up and down, holding me by the thighs and making sure that I wasn’t going to relinquish my hold on him.

  “Shamus… Shamus… Shamus.” His name was now on my lips. My eyes were closed and I felt weightless in an almost erotic and naughty way. I could do nothing, but take what he was giving. I did have my hands around his neck and it was a wonder that I even was able to do that. That second climax was one that twisted my thoughts and made me think that he was never going to stop.

  “Elizabeth… God damn it…you are one hell of a kind of woman.” It was evident that he was coming to the end of his rope. His breath was raspy, hoarse and sounding like he was never going to make it. His body was covered in a sheen of wetness that seemed to stick to my skin. I liked that we could be joined like this and suddenly his cock opened up the floodgates. The dam burst and he was now injecting a fresh supply of man cream between my legs. My body greedily gobbled it up and never let it go. Even when he pulled free, there was nothing there.

  He held me in the palm of his hands, not allowing me to find the purchase of the floor. He let me feel the enormity of his staff and the way that it slowly receded. He had given it to me and I was more than willing to take it again any time that he damn well pleased.

  He finally let me down on my feet, but not to rest and certainly not to let my mind wrap around the fact that I had just had sex with him. He turned me and bent me over the bed, slapping my cheeks with his cock and leaving behind the telltale wetness that came from his overanxious state. Just slapping my ass with his cock head made him become ramrod stiff. His love for me was consummated with him taking me from behind and slapping my upturned ass.

  I don’t know how many times I came, but I finally slumped forward on the mattress. I couldn’t move and he was now licking my ear lobe and whispering naughty and nice things into my ear.

  It wasn’t long before we were joined, as one in front of his people. I thought that I was sacrificing myself, but I realized that I had found something better. I wanted to belong somewhere and this was what he had given me. Along with that, I had a baby on the way and a father that was doting on me hand and foot. I doubt that that was going to last any longer than the pregnancy, but I was going to take full advantage of it.

  ‘You have made me a very happy man. I fight battle after battle knowing that I have all of this to come home to. It gives me that incentive to reach down deep and grab onto a strength that I didn’t have before. You made me a better man and I hope you know that I don’t think that I could have this with anybody else.”

  I wrapped myself in his arms and that comfort and heat surrounded me, until I fell into a blissful sleep with my hand on top of my belly. The look in his eyes told me that he was very happy.

  THE END

  Taken by the Forbidden Highlander

  Daytime was always brisk in the highlands of Scotland. Especially near the mountains, where every first whiff of a frosty morning hit you like a snowball in the face. This morning in particular was biting
, the coldest of the year so far and it seemed as if the air itself was full of savagery.

  The mountains were snowy and the air was cold. Angus Artair surveyed the land, tired from a long walk and ready to spend the night in a nice spot. Probably not a man’s house, given his stranger status around these parts, but maybe under a tree or near an open cave. He was a large man, muscular and long-haired with fiery shades of red. He looked like he was in his thirties, though heaven knows the man never looked his age. His ruddy complexion was complemented by his bulky clothing. Animal fur, with a thick leather belt and an armored bracelet on his forearm. All he carried with him was a sword. It was all he needed because life as he knew it wasn’t conducive to settling down.

  Just as he went to explore a nearby valley, he was alarmed at the presence of another person approaching in the distance. A child, he thought at first, until he realized the taller stature. It was a woman. She had curly hair and a clean face, walking affectedly, carrying a heavy bag up the hill.

  She noticed him staring and dropped the bag, doing a double take and wondering what his next move might be. She was dressed in rags, wearing only a purple scarf on her neck to guard her from the cold.

  Artair didn’t react. To show fear and run away would no doubt provoke the nearby village. To run at her or shout pleasantries could be misconstrued as any number of offenses. At this point, staring was really the only option.

  He nodded her way as she slowly walked forward to speak.