“Let us fight then and see who stands the victor.” Conner drew his broad sword and they began to fight. The longer reach of his blade made contact with the skin of the assassin. There were deep cuts in the cloth of his clothing, leading to droplets of blood that were now falling to the ground. This did not stop the assassin and he continued to circle, looking for an opening that he could use.
I’d heard that he was quite adept with that blade and was known for his prowess at killing in close quarters. I could see that young Conner was getting a little fatigued and swinging that sword back and forth was making him lose a step.
The assassin came in and stabbed true into his shoulder, but at the same time he had walked right into the point of the broadsword. It came out the other side. He died almost instantly, but he had gotten his pound of flesh.
Conner sat down on a rock and I ripped open the tear to see the blade sticking out. I pulled it out without thinking and it began to bleed. He reached into this satchel and he passed me what looked like a poultice. I opened it and it was pungent, but I stuck my fingers in and pulled out a wad. He motioned to his shoulder and I knew that he wanted me to put it on his wound.
I did so, and soon it stopped bleeding altogether. He stripped off the sleeve of his shirt and wrapped his shoulder. “That is something that we acquired from one of our many Allies. I do not know what it’s made of and apparently the recipe is a family secret. All they require in return is that we bring them food and clothing.”
“I hope you know that that is not going to be the only one they send. Once he doesn’t come back, they’ll know that he was not able to get the job done.” I don’t know why I was warning him, but deep down I think that I was falling in love.
Chapter five
He was looking at me kinda funny and it was an awkward moment that lasted a little longer than necessary. We walked away from the scene of the crime. We continued down the beach, till we found this alcove and suddenly he twirled me around and were now body to body.
“Luna, I need to tell you that I had a strange dream last night. Or maybe it wasn’t a dream at all.” He kissed me out of the blue and it was something that had taken me by surprise, but it was not unwelcome. His hand was now undoing the kilt that I was wearing. “I knew that it wasn’t a dream, from the moment that I saw you wearing one of my discarded kilts. I remembered destroying your dress and how I went down and gave you pleasure with my mouth.” His hands were on my shoulders and he was forcing me to my knees, although he didn’t have to. I was more than happy to reciprocate.
I was not wearing anything under the kilt and it had fallen onto the ground with my bare ass now saluting the sky. I was eye level with his kilt and I pulled it aside to see that his cock was now ready to receive his own form a pleasure. I squeezed from the bottom to the top, until a drop of his cream was now spilling over the top. It was thick and I easily swiped it off with my tongue, before taking him deep into my mouth. I did not stop, until his balls were nestled up against my chin.
I had barely started, when he stopped me with his two hands on my shoulders. I relinquished my claim, leaving a wet sheen of my spit clinging to his shaft. It was something to see and it was bobbing up and down with an excitement evident by the way that it was, as hard as I had ever seen any cock. That’s not saying much, because I’d only seen Henry’s and it paled in comparison to Conner’s magnificent beast of a tool.
That thing was all encompassing and was, so thick that I could barely wrap my fingers all the way around it. The knob was bigger than the shaft and reminded me of a mushroom. The small hole on the tip got the flicking motion of my tongue. It made him jerk intensely in my grip. He finally was able to step away, breathing heavy and looking at me incredulously.
He attacked me and ripped open my shirt, so that he could see the object of his desire. “I think I told you this last night, but let me say it without the need for alcohol. You are a beautiful ass…I mean lass and you deserve a man that’s going to treat you right. You need somebody that’s going to take control and allow you to be the woman that you want to be.” His knees were now pushing mine apart and I could feel the granulars of sand sticking to my skin from behind. I did not try to stop him, as he lifted me by putting his hand underneath my ass. He pulled me towards him, so that my legs were wrapped around his waist and his love muscle was now, so close to my hole that he could probably feel the heat striking against the head.
“Conner, you are all man and I’m glad that you came into my life.” I may have not liked how he had come into my life, but he was here now and I never want to let him go. Last night, I had given into a feeling of euphoria. I felt regret and guilt afterwards, but now all that had changed. I’d gotten to know him and found out that he was a single father. His wife had died and that was something that I could see in his eyes. There was damage and a vulnerability that made his strength even that much more overwhelming.
With that first thrust, I arched my back and took him into my arms for a kiss that had me biting into his tongue. He struggled in vain and was staring at me, as he pushed in and out of me. My ass was continually slammed down into the sand. I could feel the heat of the sun baking my skin to a golden brown.
He drove into me with insistence, the power of the true warrior behind each thrust of his hips. I slapped lightly at his chest, scratching with my fingernails and making him moan with desire and want.
“Take me, Conner. I’m yours and I will always be yours.” This was exactly what I had been missing. There was no passion with Henry and I was just going through the motions. This was different and even though he was rough and demanding, I gave back as good as I got and then some. “Fuck me… God damn it…like you mean it.” This only fueled him into slamming up against me repeatedly. That sound of our skin coming in contact with each other was like beautiful music.
“I’ve never met a woman like you, Luna. I know that you can feel how much I need you. You have captured something that I thought was long dead and buried with my wife. I never believed that I would find love again.” This was sudden, but it was like we were destined to find each other. I wasn’t sure if I believed in such nonsense, but the proof was in the way that he was looking at me.
“I’m cumming…cum with me, Conner… Please…cum with me.” I began to strangle the invading presence between my legs. That pillar of strength had grown another inch and I could feel the head expanding like it was ready to explode.
“I’m there, Luna…I’m there with you all the way.” As I was in the middle of my own, I felt him burying his man sword. I felt it let go and experienced that same sense of euphoria that I felt last night. I could feel him inside me and the rippling walls of my sex were now milking him dry. I still had my legs wrapped around him and I could feel him jerking against me, as he finally came to the end of his rope.
He hovered above me with sweat dripping off his body and down onto me. He smiled and then he slumped forward, so that he was lying on my chest. I caressed his hair, twisting it in my fingers, until he looked up to me with an expression that could only mean that we were at home in each other’s arms. It did not matter what they threw at us. We would be ready. Whatever assassin came next, would find themselves in exactly the same position as the first one. I might even have to pick up the blade myself. I don’t think it would take much convincing to get Conner to show me a few tricks of the trade.
I think his men knew that something had changed when we came back to the ship. It might have been the way that we were looking at each other, or maybe Conner couldn’t keep his big mouth shot. Either way, none of his men ever touched me again. When we arrived back in Scotland, he took that opportunity after a week at sea to get down on his knee and give me a bauble that he had gotten on one of his raids. I accepted it gleefully and I knew that this was the man that I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with.
THE END
Please enjoy this free collection as a gift for reading!
Surrendering to the Scots
A Scottish Romance
By: Kaley McCormick
Seized by the Highlander
Chapter One
Elizabeth’s crinoline skirts rustled as they swept against the blades of grass that peeked through the cobblestone path. The shops seemed more crowded than normal as she made her way from one to the next. It was her maidservant’s day off but there were still things that the household needed. Her husband, Henry, would not be pleased if his whiskey was not available at the end of the day, and the cook needed a few things for dinner. Elizabeth would not want to be home if Henry were deprived of his food or his beverage. Her cheek still smarted from upsetting him the night before, by not refilling his mug quickly enough.
She smiled at the shopkeeper as he wrapped up the cheese, pickles and sweet jam. Apparently Henry’s reputation preceded him, and with a small nod, the shopkeeper also added a bottle of whiskey to the brown paper package before tying up the white twine.
He offered to add the purchases to the family’s shop credit and she agreed. Henry never allowed her to carry any money and the shops all seemed to place good faith on his abilities to pay the bills.
With the package tucked into the wicker basket she carried in the crook of her elbow, she wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and headed back into the streets. The summer was waning and the air carried the autumn chill. She welcomed the relief from the heat of the earlier months, but knew she should start preparing the house for winter.
She made a mental list of tasks as she made her way back to the estate. The wind tickled at the nape of her neck and tried to steal loose tendrils from her coifed blonde curls. The walk was not short, but she enjoyed the chance to get out of her drafty old stone estate. It seemed to trap the heat in July and the cold in January, and never felt quite comfortable at any time of year. And while the shopping could have been done by the servants, she liked having an excuse to wander about town. She knew better than to spend too much money at any of the stores, but it was a pleasant afternoon to window shop. Henry constantly chided her for not taking the carriage into town, but she almost always took the trip by foot.
Henry was well-known in the area as the region’s largest landowner so most of the shopkeepers were overly attentive to her needs. They would fetch her a cup of tea, provide her a chair to rest, and even wrap packages extra carefully when she did decide to buy something.
When she arrived home, the cook whisked the package away from her and set a pot of tea on the stove to heat.
“Would you like something to eat ma’am?” the cook offered.
“Yes, Olivia, that would be lovely. I know that dinner is not far off, but I’m not certain I will make it that long.” She smiled gently at the older woman and settled into a chair at the servants’ table in the kitchen. Her blue eyes twinkled since she knew that she would shortly be enjoying some of the sharp cheddar cheese that she had just purchased.
“Ma’am, I am happy to bring it to your room if you like.”
“No, I should prefer to sit here in the warm kitchen with your company, if that’s alright.”
Olivia smiled and nodded. “But of course, Ma’am.”
She poured the tea into an elegant china mug and cut off pieces of homemade bread and the fresh cheese as a snack. While Elizabeth sipped and nibbled, they discussed the changes in the weather as Olivia started to prepare their dinner.
Out of the corner of her eye, Olivia watched the delicate young woman and shook her head slightly. She could not understand Elizabeth’s choice to marry her boss. He was a gray-haired, flabby, pig-headed drunkard who constantly yelled at everyone in the household. And Elizabeth seemed to take the brunt of it. They had been married almost two years now, and despite his every effort to force her, she had yet to produce an heir for his estate.
Olivia smirked to herself as an errant thought crept through her head. Perhaps Elizabeth’s body was rejecting Henry in a way that she could not. The cook was certain that it had been an arranged marriage. Elizabeth’s father had been the banker in town, and thusly had his choice of suitors when Elizabeth came of age. The wealthiest landowner in the area was an obvious choice on paper, and it was not allowed for the young lady to question the agreement that had been made. They had both been brought up in the proper British environments, and the arrangement did make sense on paper.
By the time Henry had returned from his meeting with the other landowners, Olivia had the dinner prepared. They dined on more of the same bread and cheese, along with slices of smoked ham, fresh green onions and ripe tomatoes from the vegetable garden, tart pickles, and slices of crisp apple from the grove down by the pond.
After they finished, Henry retired to his study with the bottle of whiskey. Elizabeth went to her bedroom to light her fireplace, and to cross stitch before retiring for the evening. She just hoped he would succumb to the effects of the alcohol before he wanted to try yet again in his heavy-handed, demanding way for a son.
Chapter Two
William grinned as the wind ruffled his shaggy dark hair and he squinted his brown eyes against the sun. His horse, King, huffed at the dust in the air and pawed at the ground between the trees where they waited.
The tall, broad-shouldered man ran his hand down the horse’s whither and admired the well-muscled animal. He had always been a good companion and a faithful friend, even when William would talk his ear off with all sorts of random mutterings about the state of the countrymen he encountered.
William pitied the working man as he strained his back in fields that did not even belong to him, and he detested the nobleman who cracked the whip over that back. He much preferred his life, not that it was ever much of a choice, but he could not imagine answering to either master—the field that demanded so much or the landowner who demanded even more. Some would envy him his freedom, but some would pity him for his lack of roots.
His band of friends would be meeting up soon, in the clearing just on the other side of the pond, and he knew he should get going. But he did love these fall days, when the sun was still warm but the wind had started to whisper of the winter chill. He did hope that one of the men had found some food that day, because the rumbling in his stomach was starting to irritate him.
He mounted the horse and urged him into a walk. He loved to tell people that he had named the horse King, so that he would always be in the company of royalty wherever he went. They were planning an outing for some time in the next few days, and he was looking forward to the adventure and hopefully the spoils of their personal private war. He liked to think that they were raging against the heavy-handed nobility, but some of their group simply did it for the fight and the gold.
Some of their party rode on horseback while others traveled on foot. It gave the group an advantage overall, with more flexibility in their approach, and easier to split up after the fact. William liked the speed he gained from King, and he could carry more when the need demanded.
As he approached the pond, his watchful and trained eyes noticed the gathering group of bedraggled and battle-scarred men on the other side. He grinned at the sight of his nomad family and prodded King to move faster. He tended to be the leader of the group, not by any formal decision or acknowledgement, but by the sheer force of his personality and experience.
The wind ruffled his dark hair again and he shook a stray curl from his eyes. The men waved and beckoned to him when they caught sight of him, and King broke into a run at pressure from his heels. When he arrived at the group, he dismounted and walked King to the pond for a drink before grabbing an apple from the tree above him, settling into the grass with his back up against the trunk.
“The shopkeeper in town was kind enough to loan us this,” one man grinned as he leaned over to hand William a bundle of brown paper.
His mouth watered when William unwrapped it and found generous chunks of buttered bread. He tried to eat it slowly and savor the taste, but his hunger won the battle and he ended up scarfing it down along with the borrowed apple
.
“Many thanks,” he mumbled in a voice muffled by the first meal he had had in over a day.
As William ate, the others finalized their plan. It seemed that the owner of the land they rested on was going to be away for some sort of business the next day, so it was the ideal time. The landowner usually traveled with his protective guard, which would leave the house and lands unprotected, save a few servants and the field workers. It was always easier to take on the wife and the handmaidens, than the homeowner and his private soldiers.
William nodded his approval enthusiastically, and looked around the group for a telltale flask to wash down his dinner. A hand appeared above his head and he gratefully accepted the offer of ale.
The group had no real intentions in mind when they had chosen this estate to plunder. It seemed generous and wealthy, and almost assuredly had something for everyone. Some of the men were looking for gold and jewels, others searched for women to assault. One or two of them always checked the stables for extra horses. And nearly always the youngest of the group, a boy of about thirteen or so, was assigned to the kitchen and larder for anything he could grab easily.
Full and content, the men all settled into the clearing and grove for the evening. It was a good spot to call home for the night, with the protection of the trees, and the water for the horses. They wanted to be alert and nearby as soon as the man left his castle so they could move in and move on.
Taken Captive By The Highlander (Scottish Highlander Romance) Page 3