Gregor beat her face with the solid back of his hand. Aziza never got used to that. She lay in the hay, reeling, trying to outwait the stars the spun her head as Gregor slobbered at her breasts. She cuffed his head in protest and he chomped in response. Aziza gave up body, mind and spirit as her attacker shoved the mangled fabric of her clothing to her hips. With his two bare powerful hands, he tore the remainder of her under things to shreds. There was no fragment left to shield her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard herself screaming, begging as Gregor spread her legs grotesquely and pressed himself against her. She may have bit him, she didn’t know; her mouth was full of blood. He landed her with a powerful punch to the eye that had her shrieking with pain as he groped the front and the back of her. Aziza wailed into the hollow black night and resolved to lay as still as possible until one man or the other freed her soul so it could back to Egypt.
The barn door opened a second time and through it came brilliant, white moon light.
As fast as her attacker was on her, a gigantic, swift demon with a spectacular muscled-form and the sweeping wings of an angel that nearly filled the barn, flew up to the loft and pulled Gregor off of her, pinning him to the hay. Jamie. Aziza fluttered in and out of consciousness. She could not recoil as he reached over and stroked her leg reassuringly. His touch was amazingly calming in the midst of total hell. She watched him clamp his huge demon hands to Gregor’s jaw and lock mouths with him. The demon Laird MacDunna was kissing him, full on the lips like he had kissed her. Aziza seized with utter confusion, fumbling for something to cover herself with as Jamie broke apart from her abuser.
"How does it feel to be forced to kiss someone you're not meant to kiss? How does it feel," he shouted, "to have someone bigger stronger, more powerful force himself on you?” The rafters of the barn shook with his thunderous bellows.
Aziza’s hands slipped in the blood on her face as she sought to hide any way she could. She peeked through her fingers. Jamie lit in Andrew Gregor as she was never able to. He roared with teeth baring to finish his victim. He clamped on his flesh with mortal finality. Andrew Gregor was still alive enough to whimper like a new born kid in the hay.
Aziza's eyes darted around avoiding all possible eye contact. Jamie's brother was there, standing on the barn floor. He winked at her reassuringly as he handed her up a horse blanket to cover up with. In her battered, fatigued state, Aziza was unnerved by his affectionate gesture. Jamie tossed Gregor's body to his brother, who had Mrs. Gregor’s corpse at his feet.
Aziza glanced at the dead bodies and felt her head being turned away from them. She scuttled away from Jamie, reverting back from his altered state, as he sought to lift her. He closed in on her anyway. “No!” she ranted as she kicked at him. “Don’t bite me! No!” But Jamie caught her ankles and swung them to the side. He swaddled her securely in the horse blanket and leapt the loft to the barn floor with her in his arms. Aziza’s stomach climbed her chest as they flew. She huddled into the safety of the hard surface of his powerful body. He carried her into the house and set her down.
"No I say! And not here! I hate it here!" she protested. "I hate it here and I hate you! I want to go home. I demand to go home!"
“Soon enough," Jamie promised as easily disregarding her resistance to corral her to the bedroom. He eased her back to the bed. She fought to get up but he held her down.
“Get me off this! How dare you!” She was hysterical, fully blown.
“Not many people would take that tone with me after they witnessed what you just did,” he said lightly.
Aziza threw a curse she heard the Scots say often, “Drop dead.”
He said tersely, pinning her with a masterful stare. “I just want to see your wounds.”
Aziza clutched the blanket close to her and kicked at him. “Well you can’t. I won’t let you.” She was hoarse and completely frustrated that her hollering was muted. Jamie tisked her until she released a kick just missed his face.
Jamie gave the door a quick shove, closing them into the room together. He harnessed her legs together, still, with a powerful arm. “Stop now. I’m not going to bite you.” He showed his teeth to assure her. “It’s just me. I’m not going to harm you. You are safe. Let me have a look.”
Despite his grip on her, Aziza sat up completely possessed by her anger and hissed, “I want you to know that I despise you. I’ve despised you since I came here and every time we have spoken I have hated you.”
Jamie was unmoved by her confession. He simply took hold of her ankles and yanked her into place. “Thank you for letting me know,” he responded.
Aziza refused to give in and tossed her body atop the mattress in a self-imposed seizure. She kicked her legs within his hold. Jamie bared his teeth and gave a quick roar. Aziza shriek and was stilled. She trembled as she regarded him normalize. A faint smile washed over his face for her. “That’s not fair,” she barely managed.
“It did the trick,” he smiled.
“I hate you,” she said, turning her head away from him, submitting.
“Close your eyes and breathe,” he ordered softly.
Aziza sucked in her tears as she felt his fingers trail her injuries and his eyes beheld her naked. He delicately examined her face where she was struck, where her neck was burned by the fabric, the bite mark at her breast. He pressed a corner of the bed linen to it and guided her hand to press against it. He gently scooped the backs of her knees until they were up and her feet were flat against the bed. He pushed them slightly apart, briefly, tracing the seam of her body much to her mortification. He rolled her onto her stomach and surreptitiously parted her flesh before covering her with the bedding. “Do you hurt anywhere else?” he asked gently.
Emotion warbled her voice. Aziza shook her head into the mattress. “Then hold still for me once more,” his voice was but a whisper. He was above, opened his mouth to which she shut her eyes in her only defense of what he have in mind. She felt the hot wet, softness of his mouth as he washed the blood from her face and body and licked her wounds clean. He was not feasting on her like a beast devouring a meal but healing her, for she felt her injuries lessen as he attended to them. She writhed this time with erotic pleasure, that pulled with in her, tortured by his sweet, teasing tongue that baptized all the private spaces Andrew Gregor abused.
He washed her face, lathed her breasts and belly, and hiked her hips. “He didn’t get inside me,” Aziza said quickly as though praying to him not to do what she thought he was going to do. She was nervous not terrified as she had been with Gregor. She was not afraid of him. In fact, she felt herself connecting to him with a tenderness that she could not have imagined or would have expected.
“I know,” Jamie responded and lowered his mouth to her in delectable play reminiscent of the water fall. She came hard against him in soothing, healing ripples, but took herself back from him as soon as the last wave ebbed.
“May I please go to the barn now?”
“No,” he answered bluntly.
“I don’t want to go home with you,” she turned to him tearfully.
“You are not. You are staying here until the morning and then you are coming with me. You will be here with my brother’s wife on a comfortable mattress.”
“I hate this house.”
“You can’t like it in the barn any better, now can you?” he brushed the hair from her face.
“As a matter of fact I do.”
Jamie raised an eyebrow. “We aren’t having this conversation. I need some time to prepare for us, make things nice for you. I don’t want to take you tonight but if you force my hand, I will.” Aziza started to protest but Jamie flashed his teeth again.
“Stop that!”
He laughed. “Then behave. It’s time you learn to sleep in a proper bedroom.”
“Why? Do you people keep your haraam in proper bedrooms?”
“You’re not my haraam. You’re going to be my wife.”
Aziza shoo
k her head. “You said you weren’t going to marry me. You can’t. You said I was going to be your whore.”
“You are,” he bent down to kiss her. “But you’re also going to be my wife.”
“But –“
“It’s done, lass.”
“Then undo it, laird. I can never go home if I am married to you and I am not staying here. I am not living out my life the way I have been living it.”
Jamie hung his head with frustration. “Aziza.”
“Marry me and I swear I will go to the Afterlife. I will kill myself for sure.”
Jamie’s voice thundered, his teeth flashed and the house quaked with the force that his transformation summoned. He pinned Aziza back to the Gregors’ bed, pressed his horrific face to hers. “Shall I take you now and be done with it? Do you prefer the monster? We can have it your way, Queen but you won’t be able to kill yourself after I am done. And we will still be married.”
“I am just flesh to you,” Aziza turned from him, sulking. Jamie spoke, softly, tenderly. That quickly he was him again.
“Is that what it felt like just now? Did I not tell you differently?”
Perhaps that was the problem, thought Aziza. He had told her differently and it might be more than she could take. She did not want the love from him she felt and she did not want to give to him the love she was feeling in a magnitude that could also shake the house.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
“I can’t.”
“You better,” he warned and released a low laugh when she complied. He pulled her into him and stroked her hair. “So we are clear, I was not waylaid by the delights of nameless women. But I was brought home by one woman, Aziza.” He dropped his head. “It was the thought of you and the testimony of both the great sultan, for he was a great and wise man, and the Coeur de Lion of your beauty that made me want and hope for something on my crooked journey home. You might say that you were like the light of a bright new moon that lit my way through grave darkness. Their words and my imagination never came close to how true your magnificence is.”
“But they never saw me,” she argued softly, floored by the unexpected confession.
“They saw you. The great sultan couldn’t go near you lest he keep you for himself and as I said, Richard, well. I have never been so honored by a gift or praise in my life. My little harem girl. Aziza, if I ever made you think I thought you were a whore -”
Aziza turned away, blushing fiercely. She believed him. As she closed her eyes, shadowy images of his body pistoning into hers flooded her mind. She felt her body become aroused and she yearn to splay herself before him. “Take me,” she commanded.
“You’re not ready,” he replied, after a momentary silence. She had obviously stunned him.
“I am ready. I don’t want to wait and I am afraid I will change my mind. Take me now.”
Jamie tilted his head. “Do you know what you’re saying? It will be the same tomorrow for you but a little easier when you are prepared.”
“Please take me now Jamie. I feel like I’ve waited for you forever.” Her command transformed to pleas.
Their faces were but a breath apart. It was almost too much to be so close to all that beauty. She could not get enough of him, his attention. She wanted to latch onto his mouth again to be consumed by him completely but she just stared at him, mesmerized by his gorgeous face. “Hold on to me,” he said and they were catapulted into another scene completely.
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Aziza was in a twilight lit wood. The sky was bluish against the dark silhouette of bushes. Aziza was in a gauzy gown, like that of the bride in the prior ceremony, sheer and shiny and green and it flowed behind her as she almost danced atop the forest floor. She was whole and happy. Jamie was in trail, masculine, fierce and strong. The moon illuminated the perfect features of his handsome face and his gilded hair. He was decked in clan finery as he gently pursued her. Aziza laughed and so did he.
She rounded a grove of trees to find herself beside the water fall, the altar-like slab gleaming white in the light of the night’s sky. Hathor shined. Members of the ritual formed a respectful line around the great flat stone.
Aziza turned to Jamie. He looked at her both with intense yearning and sympathy. He lowered his head almost apologetically as he lifted her onto the slab, an altar, gently coaxing her to lie back. The line of people vanished, meshing into the trees and it was just them. Earth, moon, Aziza, Jamie.
Aziza thought that he was never more handsome than he was right then in her dream, his bold and powerful frame cutting into the moon brightened sky. He knelt above her and she was felt a little panicked. She pressed against him and he responded. He placed his heavy and powerful leg atop her, securing her in place as he smoothed the hair from her face soothingly, reassuring her. He lay beside her, toying with the tendrils of the wisps along her neck, with the flowing neckline of her gown and then daringly, plunging hungry fingers to what lie beneath. Aziza gasped, trembling at his touch but he kissed her, at first chastely and then more passionately, consuming her focus as he explored the satin skin of her sweet, plump breasts.
He shushed her worries. He brought her to a height of pleasure that she could hardly catch her breath to resist. She felt the musculature of his massive thigh rise between hers, parting them carefully to make way for his hand. Despite his heated and knowing touch, her anxiety rose. Jamie whispered words of devotion against the hollow of her neck just loud enough to let them rise and soothe her. He waited until her body quieted to tell her in intoxicating detail what they were about to do, for they were married now, joined by the light of the moon.
Aziza felt herself arch against his powerful hand as his knowing fingers sent her on a ride that made her prior ventures with him pale. In her headiest daydream, she could not even imagine such an intense pleasure that he sent surging into her with his mouth, with the pressure of his fingers, with his whispered nighttime promises.
“Jamie!” Aziza cried out to him and yielded to the sudden urge to offer him the curve of her neck.
“I’m here, love,” he replied. He pulled back. Though her eyes were closed, she could see his magnificent transformation, his teeth flare. She braced herself as he sank, swift and sure, deep into her very core, renting her body and soul so that she could take all that he offered. The pain was great but fleeting as Aziza spiraled to the sky, became one with the rush of the water fall, and meshed with Jamie’s rhythm as he plunged into her again and again, relentlessly, eternally until perspiration beaded off of them both from an all consuming labor. Blood, sweat, tears. Muscle, power, passion.
Lightening split the clear, cloudless sky as Aziza’s body crashed and clenched around him in thunderous waves of the ultimate pleasure. She plunged her tongue so deeply into his mouth, swallowing his moans of ecstasy as he succumbed to the culmination of their union. Jamie and Aziza lay spent on the cool, firm altar, resting their pleasure toiled bodies and basking in the remains of their union.
“I have always been with you,” he whispered, after sated silence. His powerful hand slid across her stomach. His magic stirred again and intoxicated her, welled throughout her body and it hummed. She could not think, she was filled with one sensation after another as he played her. “If I whispered to you sweet reminders of how much I love you, told you how beautiful I think you are -”
“You love me.”
“I’ve been chasing you around the forest like a fool.” He smiled. “I’ve been waiting for you for what seems a life time.”
Aziza stared at his face with wonder and relaxed against him. His fingers found the moist place between her thighs, parted the petals of her body. Aziza arched against him. In seconds, his touch had her mercilessly in an unculminated peak, literally left hollow.
“Will you lay down for me again?” he asked her huskily.
She winced some at the recollection of pain. “Not that,” he put a calming finger to her lips. “Will let me inside
you?” She gave him her yes. “Will you be my wife?”
“Forever,” she answered.
Jamie twined her hands as he laid her against the softest, thickest pelt. Trusting him took her to another place. Aziza looked up to his beautiful face as shadows of firelight played upon it. She could not be more in love, more warmed that she was with him then. She eagerly offered her hips to him. He smiled on her with pride. He took her mouth, plunging into its soft, wet cave in a seemingly sweet kiss but holding it captive as he rubbed her sex to a second powerful climax.
But then he stopped to attend to other parts of her, leaving her suspended nearly at the summit. She breathed and writhed and pleaded. “Not yet,” he murmured.
Oh she thought she would die. She urged him with her touch to try to make him come to her. He smiled, recognizing her tantalizing manipulation. “Do you want something Aziza?” He teased her readied body by entering her with just the slightest bit of himself before withdrawing. Again. And again.
“Yes,” she begged.
“Do you need something Aziza?”
“I need - I need--”
“Do you know what it is you’re needing?” he insinuated in a tone as seductive as the most powerful magician. He laughed wickedly as he pushed into her all the way, catching her cries of momentary pain with his mouth. She was stunned with a bizarre mixture of agony and exquisite pleasure. He strummed her hips, explaining in sultry detail the meaning of the sacred word. She clutched against him, simmering in the effects of the haughty talk. It was more than she could bear. He lowered his lips, slowly, slowly savoring hers with a warm firm tongue as he barely moved within her, each stroke a little fuller, a little bolder until he was rocketing into her body with a full blown passion. His fingers found her and took her the rest of the way. As her body pulsed against him, he plummeted with her into the headiest ecstasy either of them had ever known.
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