Highlanders Short Story Collection Page 16

  He drove into her over and over and she grabbed his arm squeezing it as a climax gripped her entire body, sending a repeated shudder racing through her.

  Dawn did not want the spiraling passion to ever end and she startled and grew angry when Cree suddenly pulled out of her. She went to grab his arm in protest, but he flipped her over before she could. In the next instant, he slipped his arm under her stomach and yanked her up so that she was on her knees, then he entered her from behind.

  His hands took hold of her backside and held it tight as he slammed into her again and again, intent on making her come not just once more but repeatedly.

  Dawn kept her hands braced firm on the bed, dropped her head back, and squeezed her eyes shut as her husband’s hard thrusts reignited the climax that had yet to fade completely.

  “I am going to make you come until you are consumed by pleasure, and collapse.”

  She smiled and pushed her backside hard against him.

  He stopped a moment. “Is that a challenge to see who lasts longer?”

  She pushed against him once.

  He laughed and began again to move inside her only this time slow. “You will never win this one, my love.” His one hand slipped around her leg to tickle her small nub senseless.

  Damn, she yelled silently, though it reverberated in her head. He was not going to play fair. She smiled at her husband’s wicked ways, and thought to do the same.

  She kept her hands planted firmly on the mattress and gave a good thrust back against him as she squeezed his manhood tightly, causing her own pleasure to soar.

  “Damn,” he yelled and Dawn grinned wide.

  She came quickly a few moments later and harder than the first time, which left her body spent, but she would not surrender and collapse, giving him victory. Besides, she was enjoying herself far too much to end it so soon.

  She teased him with a roll of her hips and another thrust against him, and he thought he would come right there and then, but he held it back. Besides, he wanted her complete and utter surrender. He would have it no other way.

  He stopped his thrusts to regain control and leaned over her to kiss and nibble along her back as his hand gently cupped one breast, weighted with milk, a drop of it slipping out as his finger teased the hard nipple.

  Dawn tossed her head from side to side, passion racing through her like never before, urging her toward another climax.

  “Good lord, I have missed the sweet taste of you,” he whispered, and then slammed into her so hard that she burst in a blinding climax.

  Cree felt her legs grow weak from the shudders that wracked her body with a fierce climax and he quickly slipped his arm around her stomach to keep her on her knees as he let himself join her in a gut-punching climax that forced him to roar with pleasure.

  They both collapsed together on the bed, Cree on top of her, his arm still around her waist. He was still inside her and he waited until the last shudder ran through both of them before he rolled on his side, taking her with him to rest her back against him.

  Dawn laid her hand on his arm and tapped it repeatedly and softly.

  “You enjoyed that?”

  She nodded her head vigorously.

  He laughed and gave her a squeeze. “I am glad, for I loved every moment of it.”

  She gave his arm a gentle squeeze, letting him know that it pleased her to hear that as a deep yawn took hold.

  She was wrapped snuggling against him, so he felt her yawn. “The day has been long and eventful. You need sleep and in the morning I will tell you what I learned from Tallis.”

  While Dawn would have loved to have heard the news there and then, she was simply too exhausted and much too comfortable in her husband’s arms to want to do anything else but sleep. Her tired body agreed and in minutes she was lost in a deep slumber.

  Cree pulled a light blanket over them and spent from their lovemaking, besides being pleased that intimacy had been restored between them, he fell asleep.

  Light filtered through the two glazed windows, stirring Cree awake. He or Dawn usually woke with the sunrise, though not today. The sun was already up and so would he be shortly, having to see to the matter of Tallis and her son. First, however, there was the matter of waking his wife whose naked backside was planted snugly against him, which of course aroused him.

  He would wake her slow and gently. He caressed the side of her face as he eased her hair away from her neck so he could nibble at it. His hand stilled when he saw the bruise that marred her lovely skin and when he saw that the bruise looked to go around her neck, he eased her on her back to have a better look.

  His dark eyes filed with rage and he could not help but shout, “Dawn!”

  She woke with a start, her wide eyes greeted by her husband’s furious ones.

  He rested a gentle hand to her neck. “Who left these marks on you?”

  Dawn scrunched her brow, wondering what he was referring to as she tried to bring herself fully awake and comprehend what he meant and why he was so angry.

  “Who dared to choke you?” He all but ground out, trying to keep his temper at bay.

  Choke. She recalled then that Fitzbane had almost squeezed the breath out of her, evidently leaving the evidence for all to see.

  “What happened? When? Why did you not tell me? Why—”

  She pressed a finger to his lips and moved to sit up.

  Cree quickly sat up, helping her to do the same.

  She looked down at her breasts heavy with milk and knew that she must feed the twins soon, but first she had to calm her husband. She feared he would rush off and do Fitzbane deadly harm and that would lead to a battle and possibly war between the clans.

  Dawn took her time explaining what had happened, prefacing with...you must not let your anger rule over reason. But as she told him what had happened, the rage in his dark eyes grew. She explained that no one had been about when she entered the keep and that she had planned on telling him but had fallen asleep. And their lovemaking had made her forget all about it.

  Cree got out of bed when she finished and started dressing.

  Dawn was quick to do the same, fearful of her husband’s intentions. She grabbed his arm when he turned to walk to the door. She wanted to know what he intended to do, and she gestured her question to him.

  He caressed the bruise at her neck, his fury growing ever stronger. “My greatest fear is just what happened to you last night. You were attacked, almost choked to death and you could not call out for help. And it happened here—home—the place that should be your safe haven. My warriors will hear about failing to protect you and their home... and Fitzbane will die for touching you.”

  He turned to go and she grabbed his arm once again, but he yanked it away. She hurried in front of him and braced herself against the door, preventing him from leaving, not that she truly could. She only hoped to talk some sense into him.

  She tapped at the side of her head and pointed to him.

  “I do not need to think.” He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her out of the way, opening the door. “I do what must be done to protect and keep safe what is mine.” His hand shot out to take hold of her chin. “And make no mistake, you are mine. You belong to me and no one—absolutely no one—lays a hand on my wife.”

  Chapter 10

  Cree clenched his hands at his sides as he hurried down the stairs. Rage consumed him; there was no stopping it. He was out for blood and he would get it. The image of Fitzbane choking Dawn and she helpless to scream out for help would not leave his mind, adding to his determination to see Fitzbane pay for what he had done to Dawn.

  He heard his wife rushing down the stairs behind him and he stopped and turned. He reached out, his arm coiling around her waist, and halted her in her tracks before she could collide with him.

  “Leave this be and go see to the twins,” he ordered and she shook her head adamantly. “You will obey me on this, Dawn.”

  She threw back her shoulders, threw her ch
in up, and shook her head even more stubbornly.

  “One of these days I am going to punish you good for refusing to obey me,” he said and took hold of her hand. “But for now, since you are intent on trying to stop me—an impossible task—you will come along and see what happens when someone dares to harm you.”

  Dawn cringed when he shouted several times for Sloan as they entered the Great Hall, certain his angry roars had set the rafters to tremble.

  Several of the warriors who occupied various tables stared at him in fear and one got up and rushed out, returning a few moments later with Sloan in tow.

  “My lord,” Sloan said with a bob of his head while keeping a safe distance from an angry Cree.

  Cree released Dawn’s hand and drew back her hair for all to see the bruises that circled her neck. “Tell me how this was allowed to be done to my wife last night in her own home,” he roared.

  All the warriors got to their feet, ready to follow Cree into battle if necessary.

  Sloan turned and addressed Dawn. “I am so sorry this has happened to you, my lady. I do hope you are not in pain.”

  Cree muttered several oaths beneath his breath, realizing that in his anger he had failed to inquire about her well-being. “Are you in pain?” he snapped which angered him all the more for sounding annoyed at her.

  Dawn shook her head and began to gesture.

  Cree shook his head. “You cannot be serious to blame yourself for this. This is your home and if you want to visit with Old Mary late at night you should be able to do so without fear of harm coming to you.”

  Dawn continued to argue, letting him know that she should have been more careful with an unfamiliar troop here and have informed someone that she was leaving the keep.

  “This is not your fault. Extra guards were posted and should have had eyes on all that went on here last night.” He turned a furious glare on his men. “You all will answer to me for this.”

  Each of them bowed their heads and a few shivered.

  “This was my responsibility,” Sloan said. “I will find out who failed to do their duty and why.”

  “And I will see to their punishment,” Cree said, “but now I will see to punishing the person who dared to touch my wife.” He turned to Dawn. “You will stay in the keep until I return.” He looked to Sloan. “Assign two warriors to see that she obeys me.”

  Dawn had no chance to protest. Cree hurried out of the keep his men following, except for the two who walked over to her and remained close. Her mind went crazy as to how she would escape them.

  After pacing the room a few minutes, she was relieved to see Old Mary enter.

  The old woman pushed the hood of her cloak off her head and smiled. “The sun kisses the earth with warmth today, but these old bones still feel chilled. Elsa asked me to stop by and look in on the woman and the lad that arrived yesterday and let her know how they are doing.”

  Dawn wondered why Elsa did not send one of the women who helped her tend the ill.

  “Show me the way,” Old Mary said, slipping her arm around Dawn’s. “I can never keep track of the various rooms in this place.”

  Her remark was what made Dawn realize that the woman was up to something since Old Mary knew the keep well enough and her mind was much too sharp to lose her way in familiar surroundings.

  The two warriors followed close by up the stairs and positioned themselves outside the room as soon as one checked to see that there was no way she could escape them.

  Tallis stood there watching all of them anxiously and not leaving her sleeping son’s side.

  Once the warriors left, Old Mary looked at Dawn. “Fitzbane needs to die, though not at the hands of your husband...yet.”

  Tallis gasped. “I have prayed for his death since the accident.”

  Dawn scrunched her brow at the woman.

  “Dawn wants to know what you mean,” Old Mary said.

  Tallis dropped down on the chair by the bed, her hand going to rest protectively on her son. “I confessed all to your husband last night, I had no choice. He had realized the truth and I could no longer deny it.”

  She seemed hesitant to go on, but Old Mary encouraged her to continue, “Tell us everything so we may help.”

  “I am Devin Fitzbane’s wife and Adian is his son. Devin discovered that his uncle Terran plotted to become chieftain of the clan. He knew his father was blind when it came to his younger brother. He thought Terran could do no wrong and served him well. Devin feared for all our lives and decided to take me and Adian to my family’s home until he could prove to his father what Terran had planned.

  “We were attacked on our way there. Devin was quick to send me off with one of the Fitzbane warriors loyal to Devin and his father. The last I saw of my husband was him fighting off the band of mercenaries sent to kill us.” Tears began to fall and she wiped them away. “I have been in hiding since that day. Douglas, the warrior who saw me to safety, looked after Adian and me. It has been difficult these past three months, always running and hiding. Finally, we came upon a deserted cottage tucked away in the woods. Douglas intended to settle me there and go and see about Devin and if Terran was still searching for us.”

  Her tears began to fall harder. “I had taken Adian into the woods to collect berries when Terran arrived at the cottage. I heard Douglas’s screams as Terran tortured him for information, though I often think that he screamed to alert me to Terran’s arrival. I took Adian and ran. That is when I decided there was only one man who could protect my son.” She looked to Dawn. “Cree was a warrior I knew Terran would not stand a chance against, so as I made my way here, I devised a tale. I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, but I had to protect my son. I love him so much and he is all I have left of Devin.” She smiled. “He and I have been in love since we were young and our families fully approved of our union. We were so happy.” Her smile faded and her tears flowed.

  Dawn’s eyes were teary as well and her determination to help the woman had grown ever stronger with each word she had spoken.

  Old Mary spoke as Dawn gestured. “You and Adian are safe here. Cree will protect you both. Right now, I must find a way to get past the guards outside the door and get to my husband before he makes the situation worse. If he kills Fitzbane, all could be lost. We need to prove he means you and Adian harm.”

  “I thought the guards were for me and Adian,” Tallis said with relief.

  ‘No, my dear,” Old Mary said. “You see Dawn has a way of not always obeying her husband and many times for a good reason. But I think I have an idea of how Dawn can manage to escape the pair.”

  Dawn grinned, knowing she could count on Old Mary.

  A few minutes later, Dawn and Old Mary left Tallis and proceeded down the hall, the two guards following.

  There had taken only a few steps when Tallis threw open the door and called out, “Hurry fetch, Elsa. Please hurry!”

  Dawn shoved one of the guards and waved her hand, urging him to do as Tallis said.

  He turned to the other guard. “Do not let her out of your sight.”

  The other guard nodded and stepped closer to Dawn who turned to go to Tallis when suddenly Old Mary reached out and grabbed Dawn’ arm, and then her own chest.

  Fighting for a breath, Old Mary managed to say, “Healing pouch. My cottage. On table.”

  Dawn hugged the old woman to her while Tallis came running to her side.

  Old Mary repeated the words again, though with more difficulty.

  Tallis looked up at the guard who stood there staring at them helplessly. “Go to her cottage and get her healing pouch and hurry.”

  He shook his head. “I cannot leave Lady Dawn.”

  “I will not let her leave,” Tallis assured him. “And do you truly think she would leave the old woman like this. Go. Hurry. The other guard will return soon enough.”

  It was Dawn’s tear that had the guard hurrying off and as soon as he was out of sight, Tallis and Dawn helped Old Mary up.”

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bsp; “Be off with you,” Old Mary ordered Dawn.

  Dawn hugged her, the thought of one day losing the old woman having bought genuine tears to her eyes. She took off, taking the stairs carefully, hoping the other guard had not yet found Elsa. She stuck to the shadows of the Great Hall once she entered and was just about to enter the stone hallway that connected the kitchen to the keep when the other guard returned with a worried Elsa in tow. Dawn shrunk back into the shadows as they passed by not too far from her.

  Once they were out of sight, she ran down the narrow hall and straight through the kitchen and out the open door, oblivious to the workers who stared at her with wide eyes.

  Cree approached Fitzbane’s campsite, his anger growing with every step he took. He saw Fitzbane scramble to his feet from where he sat on a blanket talking with two of his warriors who stood along with him and quickly stepped in front of him.

  The other Fitzbane warriors were quick to rest a hand on the hilt of their swords, but before they could form a protective circle around Fitzbane, Cree’s warriors were on top of them, forcing them to remain standing as they were.

  Cree wore no sword. He did not need one. He intended to use his hands on the man just as Fitzbane had done to Dawn.

  Sloan slowed his steps beside Cree as he continued forward. He knew Cree would not want his help, but he would be there in case he did need help...an unlikely prospect.

  “Is there a problem?” Fitzbane called out from behind his two men.

  Cree did not answer him. He just kept advancing on him.

  “Stay your ground,” Fitzbane whispered to the two men.

  Cree did not halt in his steps, he kept moving toward Fitzbane, his fist flying out to knock the one warrior out with one solid blow while a mighty jab to the other warrior’s knee with his foot dropped him to the ground. Then his hand shot out, wrapping around Fitzbane’s throat, lifting him up so that his feet dangled just above the ground.

  Fitzbane clawed at Cree’s hands, barely able to breathe.