Rogue Highlander: The King's Command

by Sondra Grey

  Suddenly Franco seemed to give up. He left her there, a safe distance from the brook, then turned in the direction of Nic’s ranch. He had nearly reached the fencing and Elizabeth was looking forward to finally catching him in the act of cutting their fence. Though what she intended to do once she had caught him she had no clue.

  Just few hundred meters from the fence, Franco disappeared into the hedges. Elizabeth approached the part of the brook that ran through her husband’s property and made her way across the small wooden bridge. On regular days, the bridge was not even necessary. One could just jump over the pebbles to get across the brook, but right now the water was angry and gushing, so Elizabeth decided not to take the risk.

  As she stepped down from the bridge on the other side, she suddenly realized that the young woman had left her place in the wheelchair and was now standing near the fencing, her hands on the wire mesh looking keenly at Elizabeth.

  The first thing that struck Elizabeth was the girl’s vacant gaze. It sent a chill down her spine. And when she beaconed to her to approach, Elizabeth felt a slight tremor start in her legs and travel upwards.

  If she had a choice, she would have run away. But there was nowhere to go. On her way to her house, Elizabeth had to cross the part of the fencing where she stood waiting.

  As Elizabeth approached, trembling inside, the girl put out her hand and tried to grab Elizabeth’s. Elizabeth quickly slipped in front of her, but the other girl was quicker, and she grabbed her hand.

  A cold wave of terror coursed through Elizabeth’s body. The girl’s hand was as cold as the snow now fast covering the ground.

  “You will tell him…won’t you?” the girl hissed and Elizabeth stood glued to the spot, trembling, looking at the mad woman’s livid expression.

  She was white as a sheet, her long, curls swirling in the raging wind. Her eyes carried a definite glaze of derangement, Elizabeth had seen ample times during her duties in the wards of the Cleveland Medical College Mental Asylum. One of the loons had once nearly strangled Elizabeth in a fit of madness. Elizabeth had already become asphyxiated before the orderlies had come and torn him from her.

  “Tell him I had come…tell him…” the girl said and Elizabeth gathering the last shred of strength that remained in her pulled her hand away.

  Once free, Elizabeth stumbled backward and fell to the ground burying her backside into the freshly fallen snow. The mad woman let out a guffaw that rather sounded like a howl. Elizabeth shrieked and clambered about, clawing at the ground to get purchase enough to stand before she could run away.

  She ran as if her life depended on it, with the madwoman’s laughter blending into the first crack of thunder behind her. Elizabeth ran without any sense of direction. Ahead of her, she saw a small shack-like structure already getting buried in the snow.

  She ran to it and nearly collapsed against its wall for support. It took her two rounds around the shack to finally locate the door. But as she was about to reach for it, she saw a small glimmer of light inside. Then she heard the noises. There was laughter and playful giggles. Her stomach roiled as she recognized on of the voices inside. Quickly she ran back around the corner of the shack as the door flew open and Lydia walked out. She wrapped her coat around herself tightly and hurried in the direction of the Rhymer Farmhouse.

  Elizabeth waited anxiously for the other person to emerge from the shack. She was silently praying for it to be one of the other farm girls. Nicholas’ threat about Lydia with one of his men rang through her head.

  The door opened once again, and Franco came out. He had a stick to support himself in the snow, and he limped hurriedly into the direction of the brook where he had left the crazy girl earlier.

  Elizabeth was stunned. Nic had made it very clear that if Lydia got involved with any of his men he would send her away. What would he say now when she told him that she was having an affair with Juan Alvarez’s number one guy?

  Suddenly, her legs began to give away and she held to the wall for support. Elizabeth reached the door of the shack, pulled it open, then pushed herself inside and closed the door behind her. Just as the last lick of the candle flame flickered into the pool of wax, darkness overcame her and she fell to the floor, unconscious.

  Chapter Fifteen

  W hen strong hands pulled her into an embrace, Elizabeth was sure that God was taking her and she was going to be at peace soon. But then she felt herself being carried and voices around her.

  “Vince, I got her.”

  She floated in and out of consciousness as strong hands hoisted her somewhere high above the ground, where it smelled of horses, and then she felt a rhythmic gallop. She had no idea how long she was cradled like that, and before she knew it, she was being carried once again. This time she knew she was in Nicholas’s strong arms because she heard his comforting voice.

  “You guys finish dinner then go off to bed. Don’t wait up for me. Lydia, close up behind them.”

  She was only slightly aware of Nic’s fingers deftly undressing her out of her snow-laden clothes and sliding one of her nightgowns over her body. He cradled her in his arms and sat in his favorite lounging chair that he had moved directly in front of the warm fireplace.

  When Nicholas was sure that she was sufficiently warm enough, he carried her to the bed. He put a mug of something warm to her lips, and she drank hungrily. He changed into his night clothes and got into bed behind her, enfolding her in his arms to keep her warm.

  Elizabeth had always feared storms, ever since she was a small child. When her eyes fluttered open, she could see that heavy rain had started and there was thunder through the ever-open window. Suddenly, a fork of lightning tore through the sky, and she screamed out in fright.

  “It’s just a storm Liz,” Nicholas said not tenderly and pulled her back into the warmth of his body.

  “Close the window Nic. I am scared.” She said trembling, and he pulled her closer, spooning her body from behind with his own.

  “It’s nothing, Liz, it will pass.” he mumbled into her hair from behind.

  “Nic, I was lost. And I was cold…it was so cold.” She said, and her body shivered involuntarily with the memory.

  “Shhh…I know my dear, I know.” He crooned, pulling her closer.

  “I thought I would never see you again. I thought I would be buried in the snow and you would never find me.” This time a sob escaped her lips and Nicholas was furious with himself for not having taken better care of her.

  “I will always find you, sweetheart. I will always find you no matter what.” He said

  Secured in the clasp of his embrace, Elizabeth was no longer afraid of the storm. She was amazed at how his proximity had made her conquer her lifelong fear.

  After some time, she began to enjoy looking out of the window watching nature’s performance. Just as Elizabeth was about to fall asleep again, she felt Nicholas’ hand slide up her leg, pushing her nightgown up over her thighs. It was the thin white one with the gauzy fabric and sleeveless straps that Elinore had given her before she left.

  Her breath caught in her throat as Nicholas turned her towards him, bending down to lose himself into a deep kiss. He kissed her lips slowly and tenderly while his fingers roamed over the side of her bare leg. Incensed with drowsy desire, Elizabeth’s arms went around his neck to hold him close. When he pulled back to adjust his position she held on to him not letting him go.

  “Darling, I am not going anywhere.” he cooed into her ear. He caught the lobe of her ear between his teeth and pulled with enough force to ignite yearning but not hurt her. She keened with the pleasure of it as Nic moved lower and lower plundering her with his tongue, all long column of her neck and down her bare shoulders. The fingers of his other hand were drawing imaginary circles over the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh.

  When he dipped them inside the delicious core between her thighs, she moaned with pleasure and arched upwards. Nic took the chance to slide her dress all the way up to her shoulders and ov
er her head. In a frenzied moment, he threw away the quilt that tangled between them, and there she was, completely bare to his devouring eyes. He quickly undressed himself until there was nothing that separated them from one another.

  A feral desire to possess her gripped Nicholas, but he controlled himself. It was her first time, and he did not want to hurt her.

  Kissing her softly and gently, Nicholas explored Elizabeth’s body with his hands. His mouth found one breast, encircling her nipple with is tongue, bringing it to a firm peak with desire. Elizbeth moaned softly, her eyes dark with desire as she watched him. His hands moved lower down her body, taking time to touch her and build her desire. He reached the apex of her thighs and began to move at the hub of her slick heat in slow but firm circles.

  His fingers slid lower still, at the brink of her womanhood, as she arched her back towards his ministrations. He marveled at the slick wetness that drenched his finger as he toyed with her opening. Elizabeth gasped at her desire, having never experiencing anything like it before.

  Nicholas continued to kiss her, his tongue probing the inside of her mouth as he possessed her with his kiss.

  “Wife, I am going to take you now, once and for all!” He

  Nic moved so he was over top of her, their bodies poised to become one. He spread her legs wide and held himself at the threshold of her being, keeping her gaze in his own as the lowered himself inside of her.

  Elizabeth cried out in pain and tears swam in her eyes as Nic pushed his hardness into her with one swift thrust. She bit on her lower lip and writhed in agony as he tore through her virginity. But he did not stop. Instead, he delivered thrust after thrust into her core, and soon the pain disappeared, and the pain was replaced with a deep pleasure she had never known before.

  In and out he plundered her, claiming her as his own and stoking the fire deep within her. Elizabeth felt the heat building deep within her as her body rose and fell to meet the demands of her husband’s. Nicholas continued his steady stroke, gradually increasing his pace, and she found herself riding his pole with her very being. Arching her back to him, her very first climax claimed her, causing her to call out and rake her nails across Nic’s back. She shuddered and gaped at him in awe as he smiled down on her bemusedly.

  “I take it I have pleased you so far, Lizzie.” Nicholas teased Elizabeth as she blushed, turning her flushed cheeks into her arm.

  “Don’t hide your beautiful face from me, I want to see you.”

  Elizabeth turned her face from her arm and gazed up at the wonder that was her husband, finally understanding what it meant to be one with another. Nicholas peered down at her, the lust in his eyes turning them dark with desire once again. He returned to thrusting himself inside of her, bringing the tip of his head almost all the way out of her before driving back inside to the hilt, again and again until she thought she would die.

  As she climaxed a second time that night, she clung to him. Unable to hold back any longer, he poured himself into her, quaking with his release as she opened herself to receive him. Nicholas collapsed beside her with gratification. It was the longest, the most beautiful night of Elizabeth’s life. Over and over, she would be on the brink of falling asleep and he would wake her to take yet another frenzied ride into ecstasy. They made love all night and sometime just before sunrise they fell asleep exhausted and thoroughly satiated.

  Chapter Sixteen

  F or Nicholas and Elizabeth, the days that followed were filled with connubial bliss. When they were in the same room, their eyes sought out the other and love pulsed through every look and smile they shared. When they were near each other, a casual touch conveyed the tender ache they felt for the other.

  The men sat around the table chatting as they waited for their Sunday Lunch. Larry and Jim were not yet in. Molly was there, and she was chatting animatedly with Martha about the good old days. Joe and Caroline had also stayed on for lunch and were sitting together at the table. Elizabeth was busy dressing the salad while Nic carved the huge Pork roast.

  Just then, Molly slid herself between the two and elbowed Elizabeth into her side.

  “I see the tide has turned. My son has finally taken you to his bed eh?” she said so that only the two of them could hear her.

  “Molly hush,” Elizabeth said shocked as she looked over her shoulder to see if any of the others had heard her.

  “Sorry honey. My Ma has no sense of propriety.” Nic declared as he cut another juicy piece of p and placed it on the heap he had formed on the serving platter.

  “Ha…you weren’t born out of my sense of propriety. You were born out of the pure lust that your father and I shared.”

  “Thanks, Ma.” Nic gave her a tight smile as he glowered at her.

  “Thanks for putting that image into my mind. Now my Sunday lunch is spoiled.” He said disgustedly.

  “Why don’t you hurry up and make me a couple of grandchildren Nic? Then I will be out of your hair, and you can enjoy your sense of propriety.” She said winking at Elizabeth.

  Nic was about to come back with a smart retort when a shrill cry came from the front yard.

  “Dr. Lizzie! Dr. Lizzie!” Lydia cried out at the top of her voice.

  Nic called her Liz. Caroline called her Lizzie. The rest all called her Mrs. Rhymer. Lydia had also schooled herself to call her Mrs. Rhymer. The fact that she was calling her by her old name now suggested she was in distress. Besides her shrikes were becoming more and more frenzied.

  When they heard Lydia calling, they all stopped at once. Nic ran out with the carving knife still in his hands; the rest followed.

  Outside in the yard, Jim and Larry were holding Franco under one armpit each. It was apparent that he had been thoroughly beaten and blood flowed down the side of his temple.

  Nic reached the threesome first. The rest of them filled out behind him and watched but did not step too close. Vincent and Xavier stood right behind Nic.

  “What’s happening boys!” Nic growled dangling the carving knife in his hand. Elizabeth knew it was only for effect but still, she did not appreciate it.

  Franco had no strength of his own to stand. But for the two men holding him, he would have fallen. He hung his head between his shoulders and eyed the knife in Nic’s hand.

  “What has he done now?” Nic said from between barred teeth, putting the point of the knife under the injured man’s chin and drawing his head up to look at him.

  “He was in the barn, trying to loosen Star from her stall. When we walked in on him, he threatened us with a knife. So, we jumped him, but he tried to escape and fell flat against Star’s water trough.”

  “We were not going to harm the cripple boss. Just bind him and bring him here.

  “Listen Franco, I made myself clear last time, leave that mare alone.”

  “When the boss hears how your boys manhandled me he is not going to be happy.”

  “Yeah…I tremble in my boots when I think of what your boss may do to me.” Nic remarked with arrogant nonchalance. All his men including Joe snickered.

  No one had noticed Lydia slip out in all that commotion. She came back now from inside the house carrying Elizabeth’s large doctor’s bag.

  “Dr. Lizzie. He is hurt. Please tend to him.” Lydia pleaded

  Elizabeth looked instinctively at her husband.

  “He doesn’t need any tending. He needs to be shot down like a rabid dog.” Nic said pushing the point of his knife into the soft flesh under his chin. A trickle of blood oozed out of the broken skin, down the man’s neck and onto his chest. Franco barred his teeth but did not speak.

  “Nooo…boss…no…!” Lydia came running to him then and threw herself at his knees. “Don’t hurt him, boss. He ain’t the one cutting your fences and…”

  “Shut up Lydia. And don’t beg this man for my life. I would rather die.”

  “Franco.” Lydia now ran towards the man and threw herself at him. Franco snatched one of his arms from Danny’s grasp and held her tightly agai
nst his chest. It was evident that he had no energy left in him to stand, but he was somehow sustaining his own weight and Lydia’s.

  “My boss is coming to take us, Lydia. Go get your things.” Franco said pushing Lydia away from himself looking all the time at Nic and his men.

  “I cannot leave Dr. Lizzie!” she whispered shocked, shaking her head from side to side taking a step back from Franco.

  “Stop that nonsense Liddy,” Franco said, desperately grabbing at Lydia’s hand as if not to allow her to escape.

  That was when the carriage came up the forest trail. Franco turned back to look at the carriage while still holding Lydia’s hand. He did not see Nic making a sign to all his men and to Lydia behind his back.

  Nic put a finger to his lips and turned a half circle to include all his men in his gesture. Then he made a reassuring gesture towards Lydia before signaling her to be quiet and not contradict.

  The carriage stopped in the yard, and Juan Alvarez thrust his head out

  “Come on Franco get into the carriage quick. We are getting late for church,” he yelled at Franco.

  Franco held Lydia by her hand and started pulling her with him. Juan waited for a heartbeat expecting Nic and his men to stop Lydia. When no one moved, he yelled again.

  “Leave the girl Franco. I have no need for a new servant. I have enough already.”

  “The girl goes with me,” Franco yelled back

  “You sweet on her Franco? Well, you don’t get to decide who I feed and who I don’t. Now leave the girl and get into the carriage.”

  “I am going to marry her boss.” There was now a pleading that had crept into Franco’s voice, and it was clear he hated it. His master was hell bent on not having Lydia even though Nic and his men were somehow ready to let her go.

  “And you think she is going to marry a scrub like you? A cripple besides? I have fed and clothed you for years Franco, and you stand there and argue with me for a servant girl?” Juan spat out. Franco’s hands curled into fists. Even his bad hand somehow stretched straight at his side in his anger.