The Captive Bride (Scottish Highlander Romance)

by Kaley McCormick

  I could not breathe and my chest was rising and falling quickly with each breath. My skin was tingling and my legs were literally trembling from the feel of his tongue and the grip of his fingers. It took me a few moments to compose myself and then I was totally appalled by my behavior. It felt too good to stop, but now in the cold light of day, I was seeing myself as a trollop. I convinced myself that it was for survival, but I knew deep down that I wanted it more than anything in this world.

  The dress was ripped to ribbons and being naked, I felt a little vulnerable and tried to cover up with whatever piece of the dress that I could find. I walked gingerly around the ship and down into the hull. Bodies were strewn everywhere with loud snoring highlander men that had just conquered my land.

  I found a vacant kilt in the same black and red designed that Conner was wearing. It took me a moment to figure out how to put it on, but it did look pretty good once it was in place. I found a white shirt and it was a little bulky, but it would suffice for the time being. I pulled my hair back and I tied it into a ponytail. I then lay down on the bed and I found myself falling asleep. It was the first good night’s sleep that I had, since I married Henry. It was the first time that I had slept like a baby and I didn’t rouse for over 8 hours.

  Chapter four

  I woke at the crack of dawn and found a galley and went about to make breakfast in abundance for the crew. I hadn’t cooked since I was a child, but I found that there was something that was familiar. I began to enjoy what I was doing and before long, I was laughing and then I turned to come face to face with Conner standing in the doorway watching me.

  “I don’t think that I’ve seen a prettier sight. I’m sorry that you had to see that last night. We can become quite rowdy when we get drinking. I should’ve had somebody to keep watch. I hope that nobody did anything to offend you.” I had a feeling that he had no idea what he had done last night. I wasn’t even sure if I should tell him, because I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to do it again. That’s not true, I wanted to do it again and again and again, but I just didn’t know if it was appropriate.

  “I used to wait tables at a tavern, so I know how men act when they get hammered. Believe me, if any of your men had decided to get close, I would’ve placed a very hard knee someplace that they wouldn’t like.” He was smiling and then he sat down and waited for his breakfast. “I thought that if I was going to be staying here, as your prisoner that I should at least earn my keep.” I found that I was quite good with spices and I knew what went well with something else. Before long, I was placing a plate in front of him and he was digging into it with his hands.

  “This is delicious. I don’t think that I’ve ever had anything, so good in my mouth before.” this made me blush tow shades of red, because I remembered the last thing he had in his mouth. I almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. “My men will not touch you. I have decreed it, so it will be.” He was full of himself and his ego was huge by everyday standards. I had seen the scars on his body last night and I knew that he wore them as badges of honor. He did not try to hide them and he was proud of his accomplishments. It was a little disconcerting to see him eat like a caveman, but I was pleased that he was enjoying the meal that much that he couldn’t take his hands off of it.

  “I’m glad that you’re enjoying it. There wasn’t much to work with, but I made do. I would suggest that you’re going to have to stop somewhere for provisions.” The men started to show up one after the other. I ladled them the stew like concoction onto their plates. They were just like Conner and had no manners or decorum. They were uncouth, uncivilized and had no regard for personal hygiene. They ate with their hands and after they were done, they let out this mighty belch that had everybody laughing around the table.

  Conner stood and put his hands on the table and looked at everybody with grave concern. “There is no doubt in my mind that they will send somebody to avenge their son’s death. We’re going to have to be vigilant and watch for anything out of the ordinary. We will make land at the next trading post. We will use what we’ve pillaged from the village to provide us with sustenance for the journey home back to Scotland.” At the mention of home, people lost that fighting spirit. There was a somber moment, where they were most likely feeling homesick. It didn’t last long, because they had work to do.

  Conner grabbed my hand roughly and pulled me by my wrist up and to the deck. He led me over to the edge and he pointed towards a speck of land in the distance. “That is where we are going. If you try to escape, I will hurt you.” I wasn’t sure that I wanted to escape, but I thought that I should. “I will be with you all the time. If I see that you signal anybody for help they will pay for your disobedience.” I did not want to anger him, so I decided to play on the side of caution.

  I could remember every detail of how he went down on me last night. That was the kind of pleasure that I had been waiting for all my life. If he could do that with his mouth, his lips and his tongue, then I could only imagine what other parts of his anatomy could do. I was constantly glancing down at the crest, but it was not the crest and I was interested in any more.

  It took several hours to get to that land and when we disembarked it took another 2 hours before we entered into the market. Everything but everything was being traded and they were welcomed with open arms. I could see that this was not the first time that they had traded here and people were more than willing to look at what they had to offer. They were most interested in the cloth that they’d taken from one of the cog ships.

  They were able to get plenty of food and enough liquor that would probably keep them drunk all the way back home. He had allowed me to pick out certain foods, including some fresh fish and fowl that were on display. My imagination was running over time with the possibilities of what kind of dishes I could make. I did not know that I had a passion for food, but apparently I did not have a chance to find out in my past life.

  We went for a walk down by the edge of the water and we talked for over an hour about our lives.

  “Luna, I’m sorry that you had to feel that you were being possessed like cattle. A woman should feel safe in their man’s arms that they should feel that he is there for them and will protect her with his life if need be. I have never found a woman with such elegance and character. I don’t know what it is, but it feels like I’ve known you for a lot longer than a couple of days.” I didn’t realize it, but he was holding my hand and it was not in the rough take no prisoners kind of way. It was gentler and underneath the tough exterior was the heart of a real man.

  He was about to kiss me and I was about to let him, when were interrupted. “Unhand her you foul smelling animal.” He turned and looked over his shoulder at a man that was dressed in a black pair of pants, black boots and a cowl that he had over his head. I knew that this was an assassin sent from the royal family. I’d seen him several times skulking around and now he was brandishing two knives, one in each hand and was about to do battle for the honor of the royal family.

  “Let us fight then and see who stands the victor.” Conner drew his broad sword and they began to fight. The longer reach of his blade made contact with the skin of the assassin. There were deep cuts in the cloth of his clothing, leading to droplets of blood that were now falling to the ground. This did not stop the assassin and he continued to circle, looking for an opening that he could use.

  I’d heard that he was quite adept with that blade and was known for his prowess at killing in close quarters. I could see that young Conner was getting a little fatigued and swinging that sword back and forth was making him lose a step.

  The assassin came in and stabbed true into his shoulder, but at the same time he had walked right into the point of the broadsword. It came out the other side. He died almost instantly, but he had gotten his pound of flesh.

  Conner sat down on a rock and I ripped open the tear to see the blade sticking out. I pulled it out without thinking and it began to bleed. He reached into this satchel and he passe
d me what looked like a poultice. I opened it and it was pungent, but I stuck my fingers in and pulled out a wad. He motioned to his shoulder and I knew that he wanted me to put it on his wound.

  I did so, and soon it stopped bleeding altogether. He stripped off the sleeve of his shirt and wrapped his shoulder. “That is something that we acquired from one of our many Allies. I do not know what it’s made of and apparently the recipe is a family secret. All they require in return is that we bring them food and clothing.”

  “I hope you know that that is not going to be the only one they send. Once he doesn’t come back, they’ll know that he was not able to get the job done.” I don’t know why I was warning him, but deep down I think that I was falling in love.

  Chapter five

  He was looking at me kinda funny and it was an awkward moment that lasted a little longer than necessary. We walked away from the scene of the crime. We continued down the beach, till we found this alcove and suddenly he twirled me around and were now body to body.

  “Luna, I need to tell you that I had a strange dream last night. Or maybe it wasn’t a dream at all.” He kissed me out of the blue and it was something that had taken me by surprise, but it was not unwelcome. His hand was now undoing the kilt that I was wearing. “I knew that it wasn’t a dream, from the moment that I saw you wearing one of my discarded kilts. I remembered destroying your dress and how I went down and gave you pleasure with my mouth.” His hands were on my shoulders and he was forcing me to my knees, although he didn’t have to. I was more than happy to reciprocate.

  I was not wearing anything under the kilt and it had fallen onto the ground with my bare ass now saluting the sky. I was eye level with his kilt and I pulled it aside to see that his cock was now ready to receive his own form a pleasure. I squeezed from the bottom to the top, until a drop of his cream was now spilling over the top. It was thick and I easily swiped it off with my tongue, before taking him deep into my mouth. I did not stop, until his balls were nestled up against my chin.

  I had barely started, when he stopped me with his two hands on my shoulders. I relinquished my claim, leaving a wet sheen of my spit clinging to his shaft. It was something to see and it was bobbing up and down with an excitement evident by the way that it was, as hard as I had ever seen any cock. That’s not saying much, because I’d only seen Henry’s and it paled in comparison to Conner’s magnificent beast of a tool.

  That thing was all encompassing and was, so thick that I could barely wrap my fingers all the way around it. The knob was bigger than the shaft and reminded me of a mushroom. The small hole on the tip got the flicking motion of my tongue. It made him jerk intensely in my grip. He finally was able to step away, breathing heavy and looking at me incredulously.

  He attacked me and ripped open my shirt, so that he could see the object of his desire. “I think I told you this last night, but let me say it without the need for alcohol. You are a beautiful ass…I mean lass and you deserve a man that’s going to treat you right. You need somebody that’s going to take control and allow you to be the woman that you want to be.” His knees were now pushing mine apart and I could feel the granulars of sand sticking to my skin from behind. I did not try to stop him, as he lifted me by putting his hand underneath my ass. He pulled me towards him, so that my legs were wrapped around his waist and his love muscle was now, so close to my hole that he could probably feel the heat striking against the head.

  “Conner, you are all man and I’m glad that you came into my life.” I may have not liked how he had come into my life, but he was here now and I never want to let him go. Last night, I had given into a feeling of euphoria. I felt regret and guilt afterwards, but now all that had changed. I’d gotten to know him and found out that he was a single father. His wife had died and that was something that I could see in his eyes. There was damage and a vulnerability that made his strength even that much more overwhelming.

  With that first thrust, I arched my back and took him into my arms for a kiss that had me biting into his tongue. He struggled in vain and was staring at me, as he pushed in and out of me. My ass was continually slammed down into the sand. I could feel the heat of the sun baking my skin to a golden brown.

  He drove into me with insistence, the power of the true warrior behind each thrust of his hips. I slapped lightly at his chest, scratching with my fingernails and making him moan with desire and want.

  “Take me, Conner. I’m yours and I will always be yours.” This was exactly what I had been missing. There was no passion with Henry and I was just going through the motions. This was different and even though he was rough and demanding, I gave back as good as I got and then some. “Fuck me… God damn it…like you mean it.” This only fueled him into slamming up against me repeatedly. That sound of our skin coming in contact with each other was like beautiful music.

  “I’ve never met a woman like you, Luna. I know that you can feel how much I need you. You have captured something that I thought was long dead and buried with my wife. I never believed that I would find love again.” This was sudden, but it was like we were destined to find each other. I wasn’t sure if I believed in such nonsense, but the proof was in the way that he was looking at me.

  “I’m cumming…cum with me, Conner… Please…cum with me.” I began to strangle the invading presence between my legs. That pillar of strength had grown another inch and I could feel the head expanding like it was ready to explode.

  “I’m there, Luna…I’m there with you all the way.” As I was in the middle of my own, I felt him burying his man sword. I felt it let go and experienced that same sense of euphoria that I felt last night. I could feel him inside me and the rippling walls of my sex were now milking him dry. I still had my legs wrapped around him and I could feel him jerking against me, as he finally came to the end of his rope.

  He hovered above me with sweat dripping off his body and down onto me. He smiled and then he slumped forward, so that he was lying on my chest. I caressed his hair, twisting it in my fingers, until he looked up to me with an expression that could only mean that we were at home in each other’s arms. It did not matter what they threw at us. We would be ready. Whatever assassin came next, would find themselves in exactly the same position as the first one. I might even have to pick up the blade myself. I don’t think it would take much convincing to get Conner to show me a few tricks of the trade.

  I think his men knew that something had changed when we came back to the ship. It might have been the way that we were looking at each other, or maybe Conner couldn’t keep his big mouth shot. Either way, none of his men ever touched me again. When we arrived back in Scotland, he took that opportunity after a week at sea to get down on his knee and give me a bauble that he had gotten on one of his raids. I accepted it gleefully and I knew that this was the man that I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with.

  THE END

  The Highlander’s Mail Order Bride

  Chapter one

  My family has always given me nothing, but the best. I don’t know any way to live that doesn’t include all the privileges that come from having a wealthy background. England is on the cusp of becoming a great nation onto itself. We have several boats that go out frequently to do trading and find the necessary resources to make this growing community better than what it was. I wanted to be a part of that. The Kensington name was synonymous with greatness. We were known, as humanitarians, business owners and those that were willing to make the tough decisions.

  “Elizabeth, as your brother, I forbid you to go out with him. He is uncouth, he doesn’t shave and his family are farmers. What are our parents going to say when they find out that you are slumming it with a farm boy? I don’t want to do this, but I think that it’s my right, as your brother to put my foot down. Stop this madness, before it goes any further. We are aristocrats and we do not sully our good name with those that are commoners.” My brother Richard has always had my back. I think deep down he knows that I’m the one that is g
oing to give this family a baby to carry on the name.

  “Just because you had a string of disastrous relationships, doesn’t make you an expert on love. In fact I think it’s just the opposite. How am I supposed to trust your judgment, when all you can do is find some young thing and defile her? What makes you an expert on my love life? If it’s all the same to you, I would like you to stay out of my business. If you even hint at telling our parents, then I’ll have no choice, but to blab your little secret.” He knew exactly what I was talking about and it didn’t look like he wanted any part of that.

  “If you don’t want to do it for me, then do it for our parents. They will be a laughingstock if it gets out that you have been having relations with those that are below you.” I could understand his reasoning, but I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to. He was underneath my skin and Henry had a way of making me feel like a natural woman. I didn’t have to put on airs and I could be myself. I wasn’t sure that it was love, but it was something.

  “I know that you’re worried about me, brother, but there isn’t anything to worry about.” I think he didn’t want me to make a mistake and have it come back and bite me where the sun didn’t shine. We never admitted it to each other, but we had heard the stories of how marauders from Scotland had brought their Highland ways to our shores.

  “I just think that there’s a need to be cautious. I don’t think I have to tell you the reason why.” Those highland warriors were getting closer and each town that they decimated had this English community on high alert. There were soldiers stationed at the edge of town, taking up guard and making sure that there were no undesirables. The stories that I had heard were repulsive. It made me almost sick to my stomach.