“William! Are you okay? What happened?”
“We’ve got to go,” he huffed.
“Go? Go where? Who’s here?”
Elizabeth ran to the window and immediately recognized the four horsemen that pounded in their direction.
“How did they find us?” she marveled.
In a flash, William was next to her at the window and with both hands on her waist, he turned her abruptly towards him.
“I need to know, do you want to stay or do you want to go?”
She blinked at him. “What?”
“Do you want to stay with me or do you want to return home?”
“Stay,” she whispered, her heart speaking before her brain could calculate what she was saying.
Without a word, he slid his hands around to the small of her back and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply and ferociously. His tongue sought the warmth of her mouth just as the rest of his body yearned to seek her other warmth.
As the horses outside grew closer, he darted to the wall, snatched the metal key from its hiding place, and grabbed her hand as they raced out the door. He tossed her as gently but as quickly as possibly onto King’s back, and they raced off into the trees that surrounded the cabin.
Chapter Eight
King ran as quickly as he could with both of them on his back but not far from the cabin, William pulled him to an abrupt stop.
“Wh-What are you doing?” Elizabeth sputtered, still startled by the sudden flight.
“They will search the immediate area, but they did not see us flee on horseback. You and King will wait here until I return. I have to go back and keep an eye out for when they leave. Then I will come back for you.”
“You’re going to leave me alone out here? What if they find me?”
He grinned down at her frightened upturned face.
“Then you will end up back home, and no worse off than you were before.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. She was certain that if she did return, Henry would blame her for letting herself be taken, and he would take out his frustration on her body in one way or another. She finally consented to being left behind with King, and William headed back to the cabin on foot. She watched as he darted from tree to tree in a crouched position and marveled at his stealth despite his large size.
She settled down on the ground near King and waited. As the time rolled on, she started to wish she had grabbed some food on the way out of the door, but there just had not been time. In the distance, she thought she could hear the sounds of fighting but she told herself she was just imagining things.
The painful waiting ordeal gave her time to finally think about how she had answered William. It had been a quick answer in the heat of the moment, but in the peaceful silence of the trees, she knew it had been the right one. If there was an option outside of Henry and his estate, then she had to take it. And it was hard to ignore the fact that William had displayed more breeding and manners in the few days as his captive, than Henry had showed during their entire courtship and marriage. William’s shaggy dark hair, sparkling brown eyes, and muscular shoulders certainly made a young woman take notice.
Elizabeth was not sure how long William had been gone, but suddenly he popped out from behind a tree nearby.
“Oh!” she gasped loudly, “you startled me!”
“I wouldn’t be a good criminal if I wasn’t good at sneaking around,” he laughed breathlessly. “I think we are good to go back. If you’re up to it that is.”
“S-S-Sure. Are you certain they are gone?”
“Yes, I sent them home with their tails between their legs.”
She grinned at the thought of them returning to Henry empty-handed.
William helped her off the ground and then up onto King. He mounted the large black horse after her and slid up so that he was pressed up behind her. She tried not to notice his closeness but the sheer strength and size of him was invading her every thought.
He could smell the soap in her hair and twitched his head as the stray curls tickled his nose. From his vantage point behind and above her, he had a view straight down the loose top of her dress and he bit his bottom lip at the sight of her full breasts swelling and falling with her breaths.
He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “When we get back, you’ll have to answer a question for me.”
She could feel her skin erupt in goosebumps from his warm breath on her skin and she was not naïve enough to think he did not notice. She was not unfamiliar with the male anatomy and she was almost certain that she could feel something stirring against her lower back as the horse jostled them together on the slow ride back.
It was not far, and they arrived more quickly than Elizabeth wanted. William slid to the ground and then reached up to grab her by the waist. As he lifted her off King, he held her close to himself so that she slid down the length of his torso as she approached the ground. He did not remove his hands from her waist when her fee hit the grass. Instead he left them there and held her against his body.
“William…” she said softly.
“Yes, Elizabeth?”
“You had a question for me?”
“That I did.” There was a lilt in his voice but his lips did not smile.
“What was it?”
She was holding her breath as she stood so close to him.
“Can you explain your answer to me? Why you want to stay here?”
She blinked at him with her deep blue eyes and answered without a word. She simply rested her palm against his broad chest and slid it upwards to the back of his neck.
This time she knew she felt the stirrings against her as he closed his mouth around hers. His kiss demanded her to yield and she gave willingly. He parted his mouth to let his tongue taste her lips and she exhaled with a soft moan.
As his lips slid from her lips to her neck, he whispered into her ear. “You have yet to ask me…”
“Ask you what?”
“I told you at the beginning that I would not take anything from you that you did not give willingly. But you still have to ask so that I’m clear.”
“William?” she murmured softly. “Will you share the bed with me tonight?”
He picked her up easily and carried her through the doorway, lips locked in passion and desire. His large hands cupped the curves of her hips as he set her down on the bed. In a flash, they snuck up under the long skirt of her simple dress and found a heat that neither of them expected.
“Oh God,” he breathed against her skin as his lips teased her breasts through the thin material.
His tongue and teeth taunted her, causing her nipples to crinkle and peak under in her dress. He broke their contact long enough to whisk the dress over her head and to toss his own clothing on top of the puddle of cotton. They scrambled to wrap the blankets over them and he ran his hands over the swell of her breasts, the indention of her waist and the arch of her hips. In her years of marriage, she had never had someone express such desire for her or to even touch her that way.
She could feel the heat inside her body growing, like stoking the fire in the stove. And when William finally lay on top of her, she felt his urgent cock pressing against the damp opening between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist and pressed him forward with her heels.
He groaned deep in his throat as he entered her warmth and dug his fingertips into the sides of her hips for self-control. He had been torturing himself with thoughts of her since he first laid eyes on her heaving breasts cowered in the corner of the estate, and had been taunting her with the earlier comment about asking him to share the bed.
But now as he felt the need and desire in her body, he could not find the self-control he sought. He drove himself into her time and time again, the sweat glistening on their bodies as they gasped for air.
Elizabeth did not know that it could be enjoyable, that she would have ever felt such pleasures as when William claimed her body for himself. The heat kept rising and it flushed her
cheeks and chest pink. She raked her nails down his muscular back and moaned something against his chest.
He grunted loudly and she felt his fluid fill her. The heat inside her own body boiled over and she tightened her thighs around his waist as she fell into her own peak of pleasure.
He collapsed on top of her and gasped for breath.
“Heaven help me,” he groaned softly.
“I never knew…”
“Never knew what?”
“That it could be…well, that it could be good.”
He laughed. “That’s a Scot versus a Brit for ya.”
She giggled, and held his body closer to hers as sleep claimed them both.
Chapter Nine
The next morning, the sun beamed through the window and through the gaps in the walls. They stirred on the bed, legs and arms still entangled. He woke with a start when he realized they were still naked in bed. He tried to slip away but she cooed and stirred next to him.
“Where are you going?”
“I thought I would start the fire,” he offered.
She grinned up at him, and pulled his face to hers. Her lips tickled his neck as she teased him. “What sort of fire did you have in mind?”
He felt the first stirrings of his cock, but knew they had to get on with their day. He knew in his heart that they would have plenty of mornings to take it easy and enjoy the pleasures of each other.
They both dressed and went about the normal morning routines of breakfast and tending to the things around the cabin.
“We may not want to linger here at the house anymore,” he said, “now that they know where we are.”
“Very true,” she agreed. “But now what?”
“I have a, ahem, confession.”
“Now? Now you tell me you have a secret?” She indignantly grasped at the dress that she had so easily surrendered the night before.
He laughed at her wide-eyed response.
“Nothing like that. But I think it’s only fair to tell you that I am not what you might call a regular rogue. I’m just out and about, but I have to get home.”
“What home?”
“Scotland of course. My father will be expecting me. You see, my father is associated with the fathers of all of the band here. And they are all expecting us to report back in the near future.”
“I see…”
He fished the small metal key from the pocket of his trousers, and knelt before one of the locked boxes. He opened it with a flourish and brandished a small leather sheaf of papers.
“This is the proof of my family. I don’t travel without it, just in case I run into trouble.”
“Proof of your family?”
“My father is at least as wealthy as your husband, if not more. And together, with the fathers of my friends, they own almost all of northern Scotland.”
She gasped. “William! What secrets you’ve been hiding!”
He opened the other locked boxes to reveal treasures they had accumulated, as well as the finer clothing of a nobleman. The stock included two dresses like the one she had discarded upon arriving at the house. She gently fingered the fine brocade and filmy lace and smiled at him.
“You would prefer me in these?”
“I would prefer you in nothing,” he growled as he sunk his teeth into the delicate skin of her throat.
She moaned softly and felt her body warm to him again.
She had never been fully undressed in front of Henry but without a second thought, she tore off the grey housedress and let William carry her back to the bed. He ravaged her again and she moaned his name over and over, letting her body tell her exactly what she needed.
Once the passion subsided, he helped cinch her into the layers of corseting and dress and she twisted her own hair up on top of her head, to present herself as fully a lady again.
Within moments, his clansmen arrived with the carriage in tow. They gathered everything from the cabin that was worth taking, and packed into the carriage to leave. She made sure to take all of the food that would travel, since they now had an entire group to feed.
Elizabeth made sure to politely acknowledge the gentlemen that were going to escort them away. As she climbed into the carriage, she knew she offered them a full view of her ample cleavage, and smiled to herself when one of them winked at William.
The trip to William’s home was completely uneventful. After all, no one would suspect this nobleman and his “wife” to have been a rogue kidnapper and his willing victim. Elizabeth was thrilled to find herself welcomed into his household, complete with wedding ceremony and family blessings.
She was not sure what William did during his days, but she knew exactly what he did with his nights. Every night, they dined together in the estate hall. She loved the way William treated his servants with kindness even though it made her miss Olivia terribly.
And every night after dinner, and perhaps a little wine, Elizabeth would walk over to William’s chair and whisper in his ear. “Will you share the bed with me tonight?”
It always made him grin and he never refused her request.
About a year after Elizabeth’s grand escape from Henry, the family was out traveling and Elizabeth suddenly realized that her father-in-law was headed to make some sort of deal with Henry for horses or trade or some sort of business.
William felt her gasp next to him when she recognized the hills and ponds, and tightened his arm around her shoulders in unconscious protection. They dropped his father off at Elizabeth’s old estate, along with protection just in case, and headed into town for the afternoon.
As they strolled arm in arm over the cobblestone paths, Elizabeth ran into Olivia. She could not stop herself from hugging the older woman, and Olivia marveled at the change in Elizabeth’s life.
“I’ve missed you, child. There’s no one to share my tea and cheese and bread with.”
“Perhaps William can strike a bargain with Henry,” Elizabeth whispered conspiratorially.
Olivia smiled sweetly. “I’m just glad you are okay, Ma’am.”
Elizabeth and William returned to the estate to retrieve his father, and Henry walked him to the carriage.
William stepped out to formally meet the man, and made sure to help Elizabeth down from the carriage.
None of the group was certain that Henry would have recognized William as the Highlander raider but Henry’s mouth gaped open when he recognized Elizabeth. Her dresses looked finer than anything he had provided for her, she stood straighter than he remembered, and her skin absolutely glowed. Elizabeth thought he was going to actually faint when his gaze finally swept down to her swollen belly.
She grinned at William and then at Henry. With a smirk, she leveled her gaze at Henry and told him. “Guess all I needed was good strong Scottish blood in me.”
THE END
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Surrendering to the Scots
A Scottish Romance
By: Midnight Moon Publishing
Taken Captive by the Highlander
Chapter one
“I don’t know what you are thinking. You know that your place is here in the home. Nobody’s going to take you seriously as an artist. Your paintings are scribbles at best. You’ll never be up there with the greats and for you to even try only shows how delusional you are. When you married me, you married into the Everly royal family and I will not be embarrassed by these drawings being shown in public.” I’d just finished telling Henry that I wanted to pursue my painting. I’d always found a passion with creating something with my own two hands.
“I understand that you have a standing within the society. It’s possible that people may not even like my paintings, but there is really only one way to find out.” Henry didn’t even allow me to go out on my own and had always supplied me with a guard. I think that he was worried that somebody was going to snatch me up underneath his nose. I don’t even know the reason why I married him in the first place. He was
boorish, treated me like I was a second class citizen with no rights to speak of. He really did believe that I was his property and that he owned me lock stock and barrel.
He dressed in his customary black pants; brown buttoned Kings Coat with the cuffs rolled up, not to mention those ugly black boots. His hair was brown and cut short and his beard was neatly trimmed. Being over 6 ft tall and 200 plus pounds had made him an imposing figure.
“I don’t want to hear any more of this nonsense. If you insist on speaking of this in public, then I will have to make an example out of you.” I touched my arm instinctively, knowing that he could be quite hands on when he decided to punish me for my disobedience. He didn’t break any bones or cause any permanent injury. Mostly it was hard slaps, spankings and the constant verbal abuse that made me feel like I was 2 feet tall.
He only wanted me because he didn’t want anyone else to have me. He saw the way the boys would look at me serving them in that tavern. The low bodice and tight corset really didn’t leave much to the imagination. I was 5’6, 130 pounds with the kind of curves that got all sorts of attention. Being blonde and with these very bewitching green eyes made for some nice tips.
I was better than this and for me to get trapped into a marriage to a man that didn’t show me respect was my cross to bear. He slammed the door and the echo made me cringe. The painting on the wall swung back and forth and it was lucky that it didn’t come crashing down. He would’ve blamed me for that.
I went over to the window and I peered through the glass at the courtyard down below. People were making their way back and forth in whatever life they were leading. I had no such life and outside the home, I was not allowed to wear anything that was daring. He did let me paint, but only if it was behind closed doors and he didn’t have to see it. Whenever he got drunk at a nearby tavern, he would come home and destroy those creations in a fit of merciless laughter that terrified me to this day.
“Luna, you know that he’s never going to change. You’re not like that and you need a man that’s going to treat you like a real woman.” Those words were the last thing that my mother said on her deathbed. I should’ve taken her advice on that day, but now two years had gone by, since she had passed on. I thought that I could love him, but each day was my own personal nightmare.
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