Looking over her shoulder, she bit her lip as she said, “Oh yes my king.”
Sinking into her from behind, he sunk into her molten core with a powerful thrust that lifted her off her feet and made her moan his name as she grasped at the sheets upon the bed.
“Say it again my queen.” He demanded as he rocked into her, tilting her high off the floor. Gasping at the erotic sensation of him fucking her from behind she whispered, “I love you Broderick.”
One of his hands reached up and squeezed her ample breasts as his other held on tight to her hip as he made love to her from behind, arching into him she felt the sensation of a climax arising in her as he pounded her mercilessly from behind.
Not seeing him was a new erotic sensation for her, he was able to penetrate far deeper than he ever had, it took away her breath, as he was so large and demanding. She loved every moment of it.
Both fully dressed, they made love until both of them came together, she screamed out his name as he took her over the edge, joining her moments later.
Slowly pulling out of her, he flipped down her skirts and cradled her against his chest, and carried her over to their bedroom.
Chapter 7
The next morning Elisabeth awoke first, slipping out of their warm bed she pulled one of Broderick’s linen shirts over her head and ordered the wolfhounds to stay as she crept out of the room.
Exiting Broderick’s room she walked over to her new solar, opening the door she walked in shutting the door behind her. Looking over at the bed she saw the sheets a mess from last night where Broderick had made love to her. Smiling at the thought, she walked over to the wardrobe to see her new weapons.
Throwing the doors wide she stood before the beautifully forged weapons in awe, a perfect match to Broderick’s set; slightly modified for her build, the weapons were breathtaking.
The chainmail was molded to fit her slim figure and large breasts; the leather bracers were sized to fit her narrow wrists, and also matched what Broderick wore. It was obvious to Elisabeth that he had ordered these weapons forged long ago; it took a considerable amount of time to create such fantastic weapons as these. He had taken great care in selecting each item for her and having it made with specific detail. What she loved most was they matched his weapons, quality and design. It made her feel more connected to the man than ever before.
Picking up one of the bracers she attached it to her sword arm, the fit was perfect. Plucking up her sword she twirled it in her hands and sliced it through the air, pleased with the weight. The sword was well balanced, and the handle was small enough for her to grip easily with her small hand.
From the doorway Broderick watched his future wife, donned in only his shirt. He watched her with wonder as she wielded her new weapon. With the sword in her hand she looked like a natural, her movements quick and skilled, he watched her enjoy her new gifts with appreciation.
With her back turned to the door, she hadn’t realized he was watching her until she heard his velvet voice, “So quickly you leave my side for your sword, I see how it is my little warrior queen.”
Turning around, she saw her future husband leaning his shoulder against the doorway, a sheet wrapped around him as he crossed his arms and smiled at her. His dark hair tousled from sleep and sex, his smile made her crave him as she watched his arms flex.
Sitting down her sword on the table she ran and jumped into his arms, wrapping her slim bare legs around his waist kissing him as she whispered, “I’ll never leave your side my love.”
***
Catching her as she jumped, he grabbed her bare ass and squeezed as he kissed his beloved’s sweet mouth. She stirred such emotion in him; he still had a hard time accepting it. Watching her with a sword made him hard; he never expected the sight to arouse him. The moment the blade touched her hand she transformed into a warrior queen, her movements changed in subtle ways. Gone was the elegant lady, and before him was a well-trained warrior. He could tell from her posture and graceful swings that she was indeed worthy of her reputation. Her focus and precision were apparent in her every move. He had watched for her a long time before finally speaking, she was memorizing.
Closing the door to the solar behind him, he locked it with one hand as he claimed her mouth, squeezing her ass as she moaned his name. Carrying her over to the large bed he tossed her on the bed, extracting a giggle from her as she bounced onto the fluffy bed.
Crooking her finger at him his fiery little redhead beckoned him as she lifted the shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor, leaving her naked save the leather bracer on her arm.
Crawling on the bed, Broderick let his sheet fall away from his hips as he kissed her toes and worked his way up past her ankle, sliding her lean legs apart he knelt between them.
“I dislike you leaving our bed first,” he whispered as he kissed the inside of her thighs, sliding his hands underneath her exquisite ass pulling her closer to him.
***
Biting her lip she looked into his deep green eyes, she could see the desire. He was glorious, his body was in tune with hers as if they were made for each other. Last night, the man she adored told her he loved her, the man actually loved her. The thought still made her heart burst with pride. Yes, he hadn’t actually said the words, but he did tell her that she was loved. For now, she would take it.
Lying naked in the solar bed, she looked up at her lover kneeling between her legs as he kissed her thighs. Growing hot with need she shut her eyes and ran her hands through his silky hair as she melted under his touch.
The moment his tongue touched her center she moaned with pleasure. Broderick pulled her into him as he feasted on her; his tongue teased her as slowly pleasured her.
She had never felt anything as intimate as his mouth on her sex, it was erotic and breathtaking, “Oh my god Broderick,” she whispered as she writhed underneath his skillful hands.
Bringing her to the edge of a climax, Broderick quickly rolled her over and lifted her up; slowly he entered her as their eyes locked. She had never felt more connected to the man, she felt alive and wanted.
Gasping at his size, she rolled her hips and lowered herself down upon her glorious warrior, moaning his name as he reached up and cupped her bouncing breasts with his large hands.
“Mmmm, yes…” she moaned as he took her with such force. Broderick no longer held back from her, she refused to allow him to take it easy on her. She had told him night after night to have his way with her; she enjoyed everything he had done to her. She gave freely to him, unashamed or embarrassed she craved their closeness.
“Tell me what I want to hear my queen.” He purred as watched her with wanting eyes.
Looking down into his handsome face, she leaned closer to him and let her breast touch his bare chest, whispering into his ear, “I love you Broderick, I am yours.”
Rocking into her with such a feeling of possession, he grabbed her ass and buried himself deep into her womb as he catapulted them both into a climax, “Aye Lis, you are mine.”
Screaming his name she exploded on top of him as he filled her womb with his warm seed as he did every time they had sex. Lying in each other’s arms they feel back asleep for a few hours before they both woke up hungry, and in need of a bath.
Broderick was the first one dressed and ready for the day, kissing her, “Join me downstairs when you are dressed my love, we can visit with Isobel for a while together.”
Nodding she watched as he left their room to see to his duties, his dogs following behind him. Lying back in the bed, she pulled the covers over herself and simply laid there in pure happiness. So much had happened in a month, she had lost her family and clan. She had survived a horrific wound, and had fallen in love with the most powerful laird in all Scotland. She felt loved by his people, and adored by the man who had just left her bed. He was healing her, healing her heart as each day passed.
Less than an hour later she was dressed and ready to find her future husband; leaving the room she
descended the stone staircase to the keep. Donning another beautiful creation by Rhona, she had her MacMillan plaid draped over her chest as the women normally wore it. Over her shoulders, Broderick’s prized sable fur she had claimed as her own. She wore her new sword with honor at her left hip, her dirk and shortsword also attached to her side. It felt incredible to be armed, especially in such personalized weapons that matched Broderick’s swords. She truly felt his equal.
It was nearly the afternoon by the time she appeared downstairs. The castle staff bustled about, busy doing their chores they waved to her as she passed. Looking in the kitchen for Broderick she found it empty, turning down the hall towards Isobel’s room she recognized his stern voice echoing down the corridor as she approached. He wasn’t alone and by the tone of his voice, he wasn’t pleased either.
Hearing the female voice, she stopped in her tracks well out of view and listened. She knew exactly whom he talked to with such irritation.
“But you can’t just ignore the fact that we are betrothed Broderick, if you marry anyone, it will be me!”
“We were betrothed Siobhan, many many years ago. Ye certainly ignored that fact when you ran off and married another man; you broke our engagement woman, not me. I will not honor a contract after you married another. I am sorry your husband died, but it is not my duty to marry you. Your first marriage destroyed any hold ye had on me long ago woman. I will marry Elisabeth accept that as a fact. She will be my wife, not you. Ye will remember your place, I am laird of this clan, and I do not let women tell me what to do.”
Standing against the stone cobbled wall of the corridor she felt guilty listening to the conversation, turning to walk away she stopped in her tracks as Siobhan countered with, “Don’t you think it is odd that she was the only survivor Broderick? That your brother and niece were attacked while in her presence, and yet again she survived? She’s only using you for your army and title. Maybe she’s in a league with Kincaid, maybe our clan will be the next to die at her hand! Didn’t you learn your lesson with Fiona?”
His voice was cold and bitter, “Do not ever compare Elisabeth to Fiona. Do it again and I will have you banished from my lands Siobhan. Are you so jealous of her that you’d make outlandish accusations against my future wife?”
“Time will tell, I guess we shall see if you are made to be a fool yet again, I’ll be waiting for you when she betrays you. She will use you and make a fool of you, nothing but death follows her Broderick. How many people will you have to lose before you realize she’s just like the other woman who broke yer heart?”
From the corridor Elisabeth’s blood boiled, how dare that whore accuse her of such vileness? Pushing off the wall she walked away before she walked around the corner and tore that bitch’s throat out with her bare hands. Now that she was armed she could disembowel the pretty lark with a flick of her wrist, and right now she felt angry enough to do it.
Clenching her jaw she exited the keep and went in search of her horse, she needed to ride. Walking through the snow-covered bailey she marched towards the stables determined to escape these walls for a ride. Today she was outfitted with her new weapons and felt invincible with the rage flowing through her veins; she dared anyone to stand in her way right now, even Broderick.
Although the warriors rode out on daily border patrols, she had yet to be allowed to leave the safety of the castle walls alone; yesterday with Kendrix was the only time. She cared naught that the woods could be teeming with Douglas warriors, she would be glad to kill anyone she came across in her current mood.
Saddling her brother’s stallion herself, she ignored the stable hands as they begged to do it for her. Her polite mood and graciousness were absent today; replaced with rage and frustration she swung up on her black mount glaring at anyone who stood in her way.
Sitting upon her horse, she leaned down and patted the large black stallion’s neck and whispered to him, “Let’s see if we can escape our prison my friend.” Lightly tapping her heels into the horse’s side, they moved as one towards the drawbridge.
“Lower the drawbridge.” She called up to the guard with determination and power. “I have not been given approval to allow you to leave alone Lady Elisabeth, I am sorry.” The nervous guard answered as his eyes searched the bailey for his laird.
Pulling her broadsword from her side, she pointed it right at the guard, “You will lower the drawbridge Ian or I will cut off your balls.” She commanded with such force the warrior’s jaw dropped.
The other guards looked at each other, not quite sure what to do. She noticed several men run towards the keep, most likely to inform Laird MacMillan that his bride to be was demanding to be set free.
Sitting upon her horse, she watched as the tower guard froze. Narrowing her eyes she pointed her broadsword at the drawbridge. “Lower it NOW Ian!” She barked with such commanding force she saw him move instantly.
As soon as the large wooden drawbridge hit the ground she spurred her horse and thundered away from the castle with such speed. Anger poured off her as she rode along the trails, the cool wind blew her hair free. Siobhan’s words still fresh in her mind; she rode as fast as her stallion would take her. Her hair whipped in the wind as she urged her mount on. She felt free and alive, letting the ride and peacefulness of the frozen woods calm her nerves; she rode on, her destination unknown. She knew it was only a matter of time before the guards informed Broderick of her escape from his heavily fortified castle. He would come, and he would be livid with her, and right now, she didn’t give a damn.
Deciding to enjoy the time she had alone, she maneuvered through Broderick’s forests with ease; the sunlight flickered through the dark clouds hitting her face every now and then. The freedom of being outside the castle walls was welcoming to her soul; she had felt trapped for weeks. She was unaccustomed to being sealed inside for such a long time. Yesterday’s trip had turned into a disaster; today she promised herself was a new day. She was the master of her fate.
Cutting through the woods with such precision, she and her horse became one.
***
From in the keep Broderick heard the grating sound of the drawbridge being lowered as he argued with Siobhan. Leaving her standing in the castle he ran outside to see several guards running towards him, his wolfhounds following closely behind him.
“My Laird, she made us lower the drawbridge, we tried to stop her!” A winded guard explained as Broderick looked at the lowered drawbridge.
“Stop who? Please tell me you didn’t let Elisabeth leave?” He barked, walking past them towards the stables.
“Aye, she’s alone and madder than I’ve ever seen her. She threatened to cut off Ian’s balls if he did not lower the bridge. She left only moments ago; your horse is saddled Laird Broderick.”
Running to the stable he swung up on his tall chestnut stallion and thundered out of the castle in search of her. What had made her so upset? Had she stumbled upon him and Siobhan arguing? Did she not remember the fight for her life yesterday? His brother had almost died, and she rode back out into the woods alone? Now that she had a weapon, did she leave him so quickly? Was Siobhan right?
Following her tracks to the west he urged his horse into a gallop as he traced her path in the snow. His dogs close behind him. He rode for what seemed like an eternity before he found her. His black sable fur stood out amongst the crisp white snow, she had dismounted and sat near the frozen waterfall. The sun illuminated her in a single beam from the cloudy sky. Her hair had fallen loose of its pins, falling gloriously to her waist, his heart jumped just seeing her hale and whole.
**
Elisabeth had heard Broderick approaching from far away, his thundering warhorse echoed through the glen. Turning her head to look at him she locked eyes with the formidable laird. Sitting perfectly still, she watched Broderick slow his approaching horse as he drew near. She could see him physically calm down once he saw her, he was obviously worried, if not furious with her.
Her long ride had
soothed her soul, being alone on her massive horse always had that effect on her. A soul washing stampede through the peaceful woods, shutting out the world around her was how she dealt with her temper. There were no children, no warriors, no men, and no women, only her and her horse as she galloped to this spot. She had time to clear her chaotic mind, time to regain control of her rampant emotions. During her precious few moments outside the walls of Castle MacMillan she was able to break free of her role and just be one with nature.
Keeping her eyes upon Broderick, she watched him ride up and gracefully dismount his tall horse. Walking in front of her he knelt before her and grabbed her small hands and looked into her eyes, “Tell me what is going on my love.” He asked as he squeezed her hands gently.
“Do you trust me Broderick?” She asked, crinkling her eyebrows.
“Aye Lis, I trust you with my life.” He answered immediately, reaching up and brushing a curl from her face.
Pushing him away she stood up and walked over to the corner of the frozen lake before turning around, “Do you trust me with your heart?” She whispered, tears pooling in her eyes as she eyed the tall warrior.
Standing alone together in the frozen forest he closed the distance between them, “Aye, you know that I do lass.”
With a questioning looked she countered, “Do I Broderick? Each night you claim me as yours, you require me to admit my love for you yet never have you told me that you loved me. Never.”
Crossing his arms he looked down at her, “I would die for you Lis, I would give up anything and everything I have for you, only you. I have chosen you to be my wife. I owe you my life for saving Kendrix and Isobel; I owe you my life for stopping your brother and me from fighting all those years ago. Are you really going to stand there in front of me and question my love for you? Can you not feel it when I touch you? Did you not feel it when I bestowed those weapons you have strapped to your side? Tell me woman, although I may have not said it, do you really doubt what I feel for you?”
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