It was intoxicating
He wanted to be inside her. Her creamy walls clutched his fingers and her body swayed. She whimpered and his need skyrocketed.
He eased his fingers from her and spun her around to face the door again. "Put your hands on the door," he ordered.
He ran a palm down her spine. He dipped a finger inside and drew creamy moisture up the crack of her ass, pausing at the rim of the puckered opening.
"Oh, God," she cried, dropping her head and pushing against his finger which breached the hole.
She fascinated him.
He'd fallen hard.
Alaxandar withdrew his finger and guided his cock to the slick female passage with one swift stroke. Fully embedded, he stilled, allowing her to adjust to his size.
"I can feel you—everywhere," she whispered. "You are so deep."
"Aye."
Her firm posterior rocked against him with each thrust. He reached around to titillate the fur between her legs. She moaned the minute his finger connected.
"Yes," she said.
Her walls convulsed around him driving him to the brink. With a roar he released his seed.
Alaxandar felt every shiver and shake until it ended. Gently dislodging himself, he picked Kara up and carried her to the bed. He lay down, covered them both, and pulled her into his arms
He wanted to keep her there forever.
After a few minutes, Kara opened her eyes. Her body tensed and released. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt in my life."
Alaxandar flashed his smile. "Aye."
His finger brushed the side of her breast which reacted immediately.
Kara rolled to her side and lay her palm on his chest. "Alaxandar, are you tired?"
"Nay, lass."
"Ummm, I was wondering." She paused.
He quickly moved to settle himself between her legs. "What be the problem, Kara?"
She bit her lip and lowered his head to her breast. She glanced at the breast and then his mouth. "I think you missed a spot."
He laughed. "Dunna fear, afore this night be over, I will have ye screaming again."
CHAPTER TEN
Kara woke to noises out in the yard and an empty bed. She fell back against the pillow. Her entire body ached, in a good way. She hadn't had sex like that in—" Well, she'd never had sex like that. Thankfully, she'd gotten her three-month birth control shot not too long ago. Sliding out of the massive bed, she retrieved her dress and slipped it over her head before peering out the small window to see what was happening. The men were paired off and fighting. Fighting seemed to be a constant around this place. She sighed.
Opening the door, she stuck her head out. The coast was clear. Once safe in her own chambers, she washed, put on her everyday skirt and blouse, tied her hair up then went down to the hall. Her stomach rumbled and she needed food.
"What's going on out there?" Kara asked Leelah.
"Me father has ordered the men to make ready for another war."
"War?"
"Aye. The letch that has taken a MacLeod life will pay with his own."
An eye for an eye. "Do they know who it is?"
"Nay, but they will get ready nonetheless."
After they ate, Kara, Leelah and Eleyne went out for a walk. The gray sky loaded with gloomy clouds echoed the grim thoughts of war.
"Where's Ilysse this morning?"
Eleyne snickered and rolled her eyes. "Ye willna see them until this eve."
"Why—oh." Kara smiled. After what she'd done last night with Alaxandar, she imagined if given the choice, they would have stayed in bed as well.
"Cuilén will need to prepare."
Kara's good mood had been vanquished by the disheartening conversation. In one breath they discussed the wedding night, and in the next spoke of war and the young man just married going into it. This was an awful way to live. She knew the stories. Scotland had a brutal past… or was it present?
Kara didn't see Alaxandar. Eleyne said he and his brothers were checking the fields, the clansmen, and the livestock. The women went on about their daily business, so Kara did too. Again, she ended up in the bake house, surrounded by delicious roasting chicken on the spit and soup. When she was little, she and Grams spent many mornings in the kitchen baking sweet rolls and cookies. Treasured times shared with a special woman. Tears filled her eyes. Glynnis had made this mess and cast her into it, and yet, Kara couldn't blame her.
She missed Glynnis.
She missed her parents, too.
She missed being in her own time. Still, it could have been much worse if she'd fallen into a different clan. As it was, she'd made some new friends, had a warm, comfortable place to live, and had fallen for a fierce warrior with a bod to die for. Her goal was still unattainable since her only interactions were with the MacLeods. The unrest stopped her from discussing anything about clan talismans.
She stepped outside to cool off and stretch her aching limbs. Several clansmen were chopping wood and loading it onto wagons to be distributed amongst those living in the outer huts. A few glanced at her and spoke softly to each other. Jamie had obviously been spreading rumors again. Kara leaned her head back against the side of the building. The slight breeze tickled her damp skin and the sun's glow warmed it. A low voice she recognized spoke to her from around the corner, hidden from everyone else's eyes.
"Do me eyes behold the beauty o' a sun sprite?" Alaxandar said.
She smiled but didn't move. "Nay, kind sir, I am but a mere woman."
"Ye lie, wench. A mere woman wouldna draw me to her like a bee to honey."
She glanced at the men by the wood pile before saying, "Perhaps I'm a fairy like everyone thinks and I've put a spell on you."
"Aye, ye have done that. Come here," he growled.
Kara lifted the hair off her neck and fanned herself as she strolled nonchalantly around the corner. Alaxandar's arms glided around her waist, bringing her body against his. His thumbs brushed her nipples. He nibbled her earlobe. Laying her head against the wall, she offered him free access to her body. He ran his hands down the backs of her thighs, clutching the material in his fists and lifting it slowly upward.
Kara pushed against his chest. "We need to stop before someone comes by."
He straightened and through clenched teeth said, "Ye have a witch's power to make me do your bidding."
She chewed on her bottom lip then raised her eyes to his. "Do you think we could go for another ride out on the moors? Then we could finish this—uh—conversation."
The sensual look of her water-blue eyes and wanton grin made Alaxandar yearn to throw her over his shoulder and find a quiet place to lay her down. Alas, he had work to do and needed to get back to it. "I will tell the stable hand to ready the horses after I get done with me duties. I will send word to ye." He grabbed the nape of her neck and smashed his lips on hers. "And ye best come."
She ducked under his arm and skipped to the corner before glancing back to say, "I'll be there with bells on." She blew him a kiss and was gone.
He headed off in the direction of the stables, whistling a Highland tune, his body ramrod stiff in anticipation. Concentrating on work would not be easy now that he had an image in his head of Kara running naked on the moors.
* * * *
Kara's body surged with heat totally unrelated to cooking food. The events of last night played in her mind, including the way she'd responded to everything Alaxandar had done to her. She felt her body flush.
"Kara," Leelah called as she walked up. "Ye need to get out o' this kitchen. You be flushed with heat."
"Oh, please." Eleyne stalked around from behind Leelah. "Her red cheeks have naught to do with cooking."
The girl eyed her and smiled. Eleyne was too perceptive. Kara never knew where Eleyne would turn up or what she'd seen. She moved with stealth for such a young girl and had skills and knowledge that would take her far.
"I think I'll go back to my room and freshen up," Kara told Leelah.
When she maneuvered past Eleyne, Kara scrunched her nose and grinned. The recent raids had been happening far enough away that castle life seemed to be fairly relaxed, except for the extra guards. That was one reason Alaxandar had agreed to another ride. She stopped by Maeve. "May I take a basket and some food? I am going on a ride this afternoon and I would like to stop for a picnic."
"A what?" Maeve asked.
"Oh, right. I mean—uh—I'd like to take something along for my midday meal."
Maeve nodded her understanding and pointed to a small basket. Kara filled the basket with food and tucked a tiny jug of spiced wine on top. Now to get ready for her date. She'd had a bath the day Cuilén and Ilysse got married but she really needed to clean her clothes. She met Katherine as she hurried through the hall. "Would you happen to have another set of clothes I could borrow until I get these washed?"
"Aye, I will bring some to your chambers. You'll want to freshen up before your ride with Alaxandar."
"How—"
Katherine smiled.
"Thanks." How the hell did she know that?
Kara welcomed the feel of the cool water on her sweaty skin. She looked thinner. Well, stress was a definite appetite suppressant. She was wasting away. Someone knocked at the door.
"Kara, 'tis Katherine."
"Come in."
"I brought you these clothes and some slippers. If you'd like, I'll take the others and put them in the wash basket."
"That's okay. I can wash them myself. I do this stuff at home all the time." Of course not by hand.
"I'll be leaving them with you then."
"Thank you."
Katherine nodded and left the room.
Kara finished dressing, assessed her image in the mirror, and prayed she knew what the hell she was doing.
* * * *
Alaxandar had washed up in the creek then sent word for her to meet him in the stables. She went gladly carrying the basket full of food. "I thought we could stop and eat somewhere along the way. I know a special place."
"As me lady wishes," he whispered. His hands settled on her waist and he hoisted her up on the horse.
The day was magnificent. Sunlight fell over the landscape, its warmth finding its way into each glen, wrapping around every hill and shimmering off the surface of the loch. Alaxandar kept a watchful eye on the surroundings in case of trouble. They moved through the copse of trees and hidden entryway Leelah had showed her earlier. Sunlight gilded the grassy banks, and the breeze was heavenly. He helped her dismount and secured the horses while she lay out the blanket and the contents of the basket.
"Are ye hungry, my lord?" she'd asked in a lame Scottish brogue, as he moved toward her in a slow, predatory stride.
He smiled. "Aye, lass."
That look—that passionate look—made her shiver all the way to her toes. Kara filled his goblet with wine and then her own. Their fingers brushed as she handed him the chalice. Fire and heat exploded up her arm, starting at the point of contact. If that inferno wasn't enough, add to it the sun and the wine, and she had a hot-to-trot, wanton woman feeling going on.
"We should wash up," she murmured. She stood and headed toward the small waterfall, sashaying her hips in a blatant invitation. The heat of his hungry eyes followed her. She pulled the leine free from the skirt as she stopped at the water's edge.
Flirting had never been her forte, not that she'd tried very often. Her geekiness and nerd status didn't give her much opportunity over the years. Work had become a big, time wraith, and before she knew it, years had passed. She'd had a couple of quick relationships, a few quote-un-quote sleepovers, but they never matured beyond that. She felt a deeper connection with Alaxandar. In the short time she'd been here, despite the fact, that she believed—well—assumed that she'd not be staying, something about him had just drawn her in.
Today, she felt empowered. As seductively as she could, Kara glanced at him from under her lashes. The corner of her mouth lifted as she removed her skirt, carefully to make sure she did not lose the stone, and let it drop to the ground. Alaxandar's nostrils flared and he hissed a breath. Lifting the leine off her body, she dropped it on top of her skirt, pausing long enough for him to get an eyeful. She stepped onto the ledge and walked to stand beneath the waterfall, clad only in a thin cotton chemise. The refreshing water sheeted her body.
In the blink of an eye, Alaxandar was everywhere at once. His fingers twisted in her hair as he ravished her with kisses. Daringly, she sucked his tongue as it plunged into her mouth. The music of the waterfall played, and she floated, light-headed from the rush of sensations. A low growl emitted from deep within Alaxandar's chest, and she threw her arms around his neck, pressing her wet body against the full length of him, getting as close as humanly possible. Arms like steel bands wound around her trembling body, and his mouth probed, hungry with exploration. She pushed the shirt from his shoulders and planted small kisses on his chest. Her fingers ran through his thick hair. Her body sizzled with the slightest contact. Desire bashed her senses like waves in the ocean.
He leaned his head back and wet his hair then shook like a shaggy dog, sending water droplets in every direction. His eyes turned indigo. Long, strong fingers stroked her back. He trailed slow kisses along her neck and across her shoulders while he slipped the chemise down. His tongue flicked a bare, swollen nipple. She arched her back and he renewed the vigor of his fondling.
Sexual frustration tore at Alaxandar. Now that he'd tasted Kara, he couldn't get enough. All day his lack of concentration had prompted several remarks. One snide comment landed Iain in a mud pool.
The woman tempted him in all manner of ways. Every inch of her exposed skin glowed and sent an arousing message to his loins. He felt like a randy stallion, bursting with untamed passion. His cock already strained for release. Feverishly he kissed her, devouring more each time his mouth touched hers. Carnal pleasures demanded satisfaction, and he planned to make good on those demands.
He wanted to give her what the yearning in her eyes begged for, what they both craved. He'd had her close to the peak once already and planned to do it again, and again. Wrapping his arms around her, he grabbed onto her buttocks. "Put your legs around me waist."
When her thighs hugged his waist, he settled her buttocks in his hand so he supported her completely. He lifted his plaid and without hesitation plunged. With both hands now gripping her luscious moons, he lifted her up and down on his swollen shaft setting the rhythm he wanted, while the waterfall tumbled around them. Pleasure, like a tight spring, wound within him. His thrusts went deep and he fought the desire to fill her. He wanted her screaming first.
"I'm coming, Alaxandar. I'm coming."
"Aye, lass. I be wanting all of it." He continued pumping into her.
In the next instant, stars exploded and sparks flew behind his eyes as her hot flesh flexed around his cock. Bloody hell. The minx would be the death of him, or at the very least, bring him to his knees.
He continued to support her body and rocked against her for another minute before he followed her into the precipice. The convulsions emptied his essence, taking the sharp edge off but in no way, leaving him sated. Immediately, he moved from the spray and set her down on quivering legs.
"Nay, lass," he crooned when she tried to sit. "I be not done with ye." Already he geared up for the next round, maneuvering her back against the rock wall. With his hand splayed across her stomach, he knelt in front of her and proceeded to use his tongue on her sensitive flesh to make her come again. Her pelvis moved against him, anxious hands fisted in his hair. She screamed with pleasure.
Kara slid down limply against him. They both lay in a heap on the wet rock, breathing heavily. In the distance, thunder rumbled. Kara's hands lazily caressed his heated flesh igniting sensual fires with every touch, each time going lower until they touched that part of him eager to be inside her once more. Black clouds rolled in fast, obstructing the sun then thunder sounded again. Kara straddled him. When she rose up, he g
uided his cock to her slick opening. She paused for only a moment then lowered herself until they were pelvis to pelvis, and fully joined.
Lightning streaked a sky as dark as the desire in Kara's eyes. His body bucked upward and she rode him hard. She looked beautiful. He felt her inner muscles convulse. His seed spewed, filling those luscious walls.
Lightning struck nearby and the horses whinnied in alarm. He stilled her motion. "We must go."
"Yes," she agreed. "Or we'll get all wet."
The sarcastic tone wasn't lost on him. "Dress," he ordered with a pretense of sternness.
She wrung the water out of her chemise and put her shirt on over it. One soaked the other and stuck to her skin clearly showing the outline of her breasts and pointy nipples. The thought that others would see them as well displeased him, but they had to get back to the keep. Storms in the Highlands at times could be tame as a lamb or as fierce as a wild boar protecting its territory. He threw his clothes on, not bothering to tie his shirt and ran to get the horses.
Kara fastened her skirt and gathered the blanket and food. Alaxandar helped her mount, leapt onto his stallion, and led the way. They hadn't ridden far before encountering a deluge of showers which inhibited their travel. At his insistence, they kept riding, reaching Dunvegan just ahead of the rain.
When they arrived at the stables, Cuilén and Iain waited just inside the door. Cuilén assisted them with their things.
"We got caught in a storm and it be coming this way," Alaxandar explained.
Iain tilted his head and grinned at Alaxandar. He did a double take when he glanced at Kara. Alaxandar glared at his little brother. Iain just laughed and moved away.
"Take care o' the horses," Alaxandar ordered, tossing his mount's reins to his brother. "I need to get her out o' those wet clothes."
"Me thinks it willna be the first time today that ye had her out o' those clothes," Iain taunted when out of range of Kara's hearing.
Cuilén snickered. Alaxandar sent a killing glare at both of them. Undaunted, they stood grinning like fools.
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