Taken in Time

by Tin Kuhn

  “Ara, I know a lot has happened to ye, but marrying Malcolm is a good thing. I see the way ye both look at each other.” Lady Grace pointed out. She was always good at reading people.

  “What?” Ara asked.

  “Ye can’t hide yer feelings for him.” Lady Grace said. “Ye like him.”

  “A little too much.” Ara admitted and my smile grew even bigger. Hearing Ara admit to having feelings for me made my heart bounce out of my chest. I knew she was fighting it.

  “So then there’s no problem. Perhaps ye were meant to stay here with Malcolm.” Lady Grace said.

  “This is crazy.” Ara said.

  I decided to step into her chambers. Lady Grace saw me and quietly exited and shut the door on her way out. Ara was facing the window and didn’t see me come in. “Is it?” I asked walking towards her.

  Ara turned her head looking for Lady Grace. She looked at my face and turned back to the view. She asked, “Malcolm, do you even want this? You just ended your first marriage.”

  “And?” I asked moving closer to her. My first marriage didn’t matter. Only she did.

  “I can’t let you. You can’t do this for me.” She said shaking her head. “You’ve done enough. I can never repay you for everything you’ve done for me.”

  There goes Ara, always thinking of others before herself. How selfless she is. It only makes me want her more. I gently grip her shoulders and turn her to face me. “Ye can repay me. Repay me by being my wife and having my bairn. Marry me, Ara.” She just stares at me. “Ye know that I want ye and ye want me, too.”

  “That’s lust, Malcolm. It won’t last.” She said trying to walk around me.

  “Is it? So ye don’t like me a little too much?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

  “And that’s eavesdropping.” She said pointing at my chest. She’s so adorable when she’s irritated. Now I just want to rile her up some more.

  “So should we deliver ye to Laird Gavin?” I asked her raising my brow. I ken she would say no, but I wanted to make her mad. I haven’t seen this side of her.

  “You wouldn’t dare.” She seethed glowering at me.

  “A deal is a deal. It must be honored.” I hated to admit, but she needed to know the seriousness of her situation. I didn’t want to give her to Laird Gavin nor would I ever, but I wanted to see what she would say if I did.

  “Maybe you should just kill me then.” She uttered.

  “Ye would rather die than marry me?” I asked surprised to hear her utter those words. I felt a small ache in my chest and quickly turned away from her.

  She grabs my hand and pushes me down to sit on the bed. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

  “Do I? Is it really that difficult for ye to stay here and be my wife?” I asked her keeping my frustration in check. “Be with the man that’s only protected ye countless times, taken care of ye, loved ye…”

  Then, before I could finish, Ara grabs my face and kisses me. She kisses me with such passion. She puts everything into this kiss making me feel her warmth and love. I parted my lips for her and our tongues danced. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. She broke the kiss and said, “I love you, too.” Before I tried to kiss her again, she stepped away from me.

  “Have you thought about the oracle at all? That she could come take me away? Her deal was with Laird Gavin. What if the oracle shows up and, poof, I disappear out of your life?” She asked worriedly.

  She had a point, but I can’t risk losing her. I’ll protect her even though I’m not sure if I’m even a match for an oracle with such power. “I’ll protect ye like I always have.” I brushed my thumb against her cheek and she kissed the palm of my hand. God, I want this woman so badly. I lifted her up and set her down straddling me making her feel how hard I was for her.

  “Malcolm.” She breathed. Her gaze flickered with longing.

  “I love the way ye say my name, lass.” I said kissing her deeply. I heard her sweet moan and I couldn’t hold myself back. I wanted this woman and only this woman. I grabbed her hips and grinded her against my hard cock. She moaned. My hands slide under her dress and up her smooth thighs. I needed to feel her, to be inside her. My finger slipped in between her thighs and I could feel her wetness. She desired me. “You’re so wet for me.” I whispered into her ear. Then kissed her neck and slid my finger in and out of her wet pussy. Her moans drove me crazy. I needed her as much as she needed me.

  Then she said those magic words, “I want you, Malcolm.”

  I flipped her over onto the bed and she squealed. I buried my face between her thighs. I needed to taste her. She was dripping wet. I licked her ever so slowly, at first, tasting her arousal. She tasted as sweet as honey. She gasped. Her breathing hitched. I asked, “Is this what ye want, my love?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. I held her hips down and kissed and sucked her until her legs started trembling. “Malcolm.” She moaned.

  That’s right. She’s so close. I want her to come for me and to taste her sweet honey. Her legs started to close, but I held them open. Licking and kissing her clit like there’s no tomorrow. Then she came for me and I sucked up all her honey. She tasted so heavenly sweet. I wanted more of her. I made my way up on the bed and kissed her passionately making her taste herself. I touched and kissed her like no other man has done before. I didn’t want this moment to end. I needed to claim her now.

  Knock. Knock. Knock.

  “Ara, I need to get you ready for the wedding.” Lady Grace said behind the closed door.

  I dropped my head down to Ara’s neck and kissed her shoulder. I got off of her and stood up from the bed. I pulled her dress down and pulled her up off of the bed. She smiled up at me and kissed me gently on the lips. She started turning away, but I held her waist. I whispered into her ear, “Tonight, yer all mine.” I kissed the sweet spot on her neck and she shivered. She blushed ferociously and walked out of the room.

  I headed back to my chambers feeling the happiest I’ve ever been. I couldn’t wait to marry Ara and have her in bed, my bed, every day. My sweet little virgin that I just got to taste. My sweet Ara, a woman who knows about my past and still wants me. Who would have thought this stranger I rescued would turn out to be my wife?

  CHAPTER 14

  ARAMINA

  L ady Grace took my hand and hurried me to a room all the way down the hall. It pretty much was the same as my chambers, but there were three older women waiting for me already. Plus, a beautiful simple white dress laid out on the bed. It took my breath away.

  I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I’m getting married to Malcolm and he wanted to marry me. He said he loved me. Hearing those words coming from his mouth were just too good to be true. I needed to accept this reality now. I would be his wife and I’m staying here in this time with him. It’s not like anyone would really be worried about me missing anyway. I had no family left.

  The chamber maids begin removing my clothes and I suddenly felt self-conscious. I’ve never really had other people getting me ready nor have I really been naked in front of multiple people. I only really wanted to be naked in front of Malcolm. Oh god. What we just did or shall I say what he just did to me. Just thinking about him makes me feel hot inside, heat spreading throughout my entire body and this need for him to take me. The way he devoured me just moments ago and the feel of his tongue working my pussy was beyond any other sensation I’ve ever felt. It felt so intense and oh so good and I wanted more of him. I wanted to feel his cock deep inside of me. I’ve never felt this horny before, but maybe falling for someone you desired brought that out of me.

  The oldest looking chambermaid with silver hair took me out of my thoughts guiding me to the bath. I took my cue and got into the bath quickly washing my own hair and soaping my entire body. My mind switched back to thoughts about Malcolm again. The way his hands and tongue felt on my skin, sending shivers throughout my body. I shook my head to try to stop myself from thinking about him.<
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  I finished my bath and the older woman held out a towel for me. I didn’t realize she stayed in the bathroom with me the entire time. I quickly dried myself off and she ushered me back into the bedroom. One chambermaid started putting the dress on me and the other was combing my hair.

  I looked at myself in the mirror and swallowed. Reality set in and I was going to lose my virginity to Malcolm tonight. I wanted him, but I was also very inexperienced. Lady Grace noticed how uneasy I looked. She gently put a hand on my shoulder and said, “It’ll be okay. Tonight’s yer first time I reckon?” I nodded looking at her in the mirror.

  “The first time’s always the most painful, but ye will still enjoy it.” The chambermaid with silver hair laughed and it made me smile.

  “Aye, it’s true.” Lady Grace stated giggling.

  “Just ye try to relax or it’ll be more painful when he’s shoving it in ye.” The red-haired chambermaid said slipping shoes on my feet. She had a hint of white hair near the front of her face.

  “Ye are tiny, but I bet he’s not.” The third chambermaid with black and white hair said and we all laughed. I held both of my hands over my mouth. I couldn’t believe what we were talking about. Sex. I was slightly embarrassed, but it was nice to have a conversation like this with other women.

  Lady Grace grabbed a bottle off the far table and poured me a glass. “To take some of the edge off.” We clinked glasses and drank the cool liquid. Of course, it was whiskey.

  I was almost ready. The chambermaids were trying to finish up with my hair. It did look nice. They put it halfway up with soft curls hanging loosely down. They put a few little white jewels throughout my hair that looked like tiny beautiful flowers. It matched my simple white off the shoulder gown with light see through sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. There were a few white flowers embroidered throughout the dress.

  I looked at myself in the mirror again. I looked like a real bride. The gown, the hair, and the cleavage. I’m still not used to my cleavage showing this much. This was really happening. I’m getting married again, but this time to a man I’m in love with. Malcolm, a man I’ve only known for a short period of time, but has captured my heart. He’s fought for me, protected me, and said he loved me. I can’t believe this is happening. I breathe in deeply and close my eyes.

  “Ready?” Grace asked stepping back into the room.

  I nod. She holds out her hand to me and I take it. I take comfort in her hand, her support, and this new-found friendship. I’m so lucky Alec’s wife is sweet and kind and not some snotty mean noble. “Lady Grace?”

  “Aye.” Grace said stopping in her tracks.

  “I’m sorry we’re having to do this wedding right at the end of yours. I know it’s supposed to be all about you and Laird Alec…” I apologetically say.

  “Hush. I’m happy for ye and Malcolm regardless of the timing of the wedding. Lady Paisley was such a wench, ye ken.” Grace smiled. “Plus, it’ll be a nice small affair just like Malcolm requested.”

  “Thank you, truly.” I said squeezing her hand.

  From this moment forward, everything moved so quickly. Almost like a blur except for Malcolm. He stood there tall and dashing with a smirk on that handsome face of his. I’ve never seen him happier. He wore a bright white tunic and his red plaid tartan clan colors. I can’t believe I’m marrying a man in a kilt and he looks smoldering hot. A man every woman dreams about, a tall, handsome, muscular fierce warrior. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

  I did notice his eyes take me in as I walked to him. Then his eyes glanced from my lips to my breasts and back to my eyes again. I couldn’t help but crack a smile. I knew what was going on in his dirty little mind.

  I hoped I didn’t sound so mechanically during the wedding ceremony. I just couldn’t focus with Malcolm standing in front of me. Thankfully, his big strong hands were holding mine the entire time. His thumb kept sweeping over my hand like he was comforting me. It was sweet. Then the pastor said, “You may now kiss yer bride.” His soft lips brushed against mine and I kissed him back ever so sweetly.

  The ceremony and dinner were like a beautiful dream. A dream that happened so fast. Everyone was happy and drinking, not that they needed an excuse to drink. Grace and I were chatting away when Malcolm approached. He gently brushed my arm sending tingles down my body.

  “Shall we?” He asked gazing into my eyes.

  I nodded and took his hand. Grace winked at me as we walked away together. I started to feel nervous the closer we got to our room. I just thought this was it. I’m going to lose my virginity soon and to this man, my Malcolm, my husband. I walked over to the bed and waited for him to close the door. My heart was racing. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

  “Yer mine now.” He said kissing me deeply. I relished in his kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. This kiss was so intense, so hot. I loved the feel of his full lips on me. I let out a moan and his hand slid up and pushed down the top of my dress exposing my breasts. He cupped my breasts and started sucking them. I let out a gasp.

  “Mine.” He growled nipping at my breasts.

  He kissed and sucked my breasts like he was marking me. My brain didn’t want to function. I couldn’t think of anything but his lips. Then one of his hands went under my dress and up my thighs. I was already wet for him with how he worked my breasts. His finger slowly moved in between my thighs. I moaned.

  “So wet. So mine.” He said licking my breast. My nipples hardened and I started to shudder. He stood up and began untying my corset. I went for his belt and removed it from his waist. I gently tugged his kilt down and it fell to the floor. The top layer of my dress fell to the floor as well. My eyes landed on his huge cock. I stepped even closer to him. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard.

  He lowered my hand and wrapped it around his thick cock. I gasped at how hard and swollen he was. He smirked and said, “This is what ye do to me. From the first time I saw ye. This cock has been aching for ye.” I blushed while he planted kisses along my face and neck.

  He glided my hand stroking his cock. He grunted. I felt the precum coming out of the tip of his large cock. Both his hands went to the top of my underdress and slid the dress down both my arms. It fell to the ground and I was completely naked in front of him. He took a step back. His eyes were hooded and full of desire. He took in every inch of my body. He scooped me up and tossed me onto the bed. He swiftly removed his tunic and glided the tip of his cock in between my thighs.

  I moaned again as he teased me with his cock rubbing it against my entrance, but not forcing it in me. He was in control and I liked it. I could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to thrust deep in me, but he didn’t. He didn’t want to hurt me. “Your pussy was meant for me. It’s mine and only mine.” He said licking my breasts. “I will be gentle the first time, but later I will fuck ye hard.” He kissed me deeply and I was at a loss for words.

  I wanted him so badly. My heart was pounding. I was so nervous yet excited all at the same time. My body was aching for him. I was finally ready for this. I was ready to give him my virginity and so happy that I never gave it to anyone else.

  He slowly eased his cock inside of me. At first, I felt pleasure, but the more he pushed his cock inside, the pain began. My body began to tense. He could feel it and he looked at me. Concern and love shown in his eyes. He started kissing my neck and whispering in my ear, “Relax. I won’t harm ye.” He continued to kiss my neck and slowly thrust in and out of me. I began to feel pleasure mixed with a hint of pain.

  All of a sudden, loud horns went off. Malcolm quickly pulled out of me and went to the window. “Fuck!”

  “What’s happening?” I asked sitting up.

  “Vikings are attacking.” He growled grabbing his clothes off the ground. He put them on so fast and kissed me deeply. “Stay here. I’ll be back when it’s over.”

  I quickly got off the bed and tossed on my underdress. Before I could stop Malcolm, he was gone. I loo
ked out the window and saw the soldiers colliding with the Vikings. Fear enveloped me. It was the same Vikings that took Malcolm and me.

  CHAPTER 15

  MALCOLM

  B ad timing. That was all I could think of. Anger rose inside of me. I was in the room with my wife about to take her virginity and now Vikings were attacking. Fuck! Just my luck. In my first marriage, there was a war starting, so I never consummated the marriage with Lady Paisley. Now this. Vikings are attacking my friend’s castle right after my second wedding.

  I hated leaving Ara alone, but I needed to come and help Alec defend his castle. It would be wrong of me to stay and fuck my wife. Alec, Brodie, and I always had each other’s back and today would be no different even if it meant putting off consummating my marriage.

  I ran down the stairs as quickly as possible and nearly bumped into my friends, Alec and Brodie. There were no words exchanged between us. We all ken what we needed to do. We’ve fought together before and this would be no different. We ran to the outer court and joined the fight. None of the Vikings had reached the castle yet.

  I unsheathed my sword and took out my frustration on the nearest Viking. I instantly took him out thrusting my sword right through his chest. Another Viking came at me from the side and I sliced his neck.

  I was kicked hard in my back causing me to stumble to the ground. I immediately sprang up and saw the Viking Chieftain, Calder. The one Ara and I had run into on our way here to Alec’s castle. The brute was sneering at me holding out his axe in one hand and his sword in another. Both his weapons were dripping with blood.

  My blood simmered at the memory that he wanted to keep Ara. There was no way I was going to let him take her or get anywhere near her. I will protect her from this savage beast and gladly end his life to do so even if it means starting a war with his father, Om.

  We started circling each other, neither one of us striking first. I could tell there was something on his mind behind that smirk of his. It was like he was hiding something from me.