Heart of the Highlands: The Beast (Protectors of the Crown Book 1)

by Holthaus, April

  Gently, he placed her down onto the plaid.

  “Are we no’ returning to camp?” she asked with a breathy voice.

  “Aye, we will. Soon,” he said as he nuzzled her neck, sending shivers down her body.

  “Ian,” she moaned, feeling as if she was about to lose control of her senses.

  “Aye lass,” he said, as he continued to kiss and suck on her flesh.

  “Ian,” she said in a weak voice.

  “Say it!” he said, rubbing his hands down the length of her body, stopping between her thighs. Keira could hear the desperation in his voice. He wanted her as well. “Tell me, ye want me!” he softly growled.

  Keira felt an eruption of emotion and sensation stirring and tingling every nerve ending in her body. His hands roamed freely, exploring each curve and the warmth of his mouth on her neck caused her to feel as if she could touch the stars.

  Her pulse quickened and she trembled beneath him. She no longer cared what anyone would think of her. She was a married woman after all; a woman who desperately wanted her husband’s touch and embrace. She did not want him to stop.

  “I want ye,” she responded, breathlessly. “But are ye no’ afraid someone will come upon us?”

  “Nay!” he said, carelessly.

  Raising her chemise to expose her legs, Ian slid his hand under the fabric to the juncture of her thighs. Keira let out a breath, as he slipped his fingers inside of her most sacred area. At his touch, her skin tingled and every limb pulsated. With her body twisting and twitching, her hips raised, forcing his hand harder against her.

  “Ian,” she cried out, as a wave of pleasure exploded within her.

  Ian’s lips descended on hers as he continued his sweet torture, stretching his fingers deep inside of her.

  “Ye are so wet for me,” he breathlessly uttered.

  “Is that bad?” she asked.

  Ian laughed softly.

  “Nay lass. It means ye want me.”

  Ian knew just when and where to touch her to make her succumb to him and she was a willing partner. Removing his hand from her, he began helping her out of the wet chemise. She lay there, fully naked in front of him but he blanketed her with his own warm, naked body. His mouth went to her breast and suckled her nipple. The sensation was almost mind-blowing.

  Positioning himself between her thighs, without warning, Ian drove himself into her, breaking through her maidenhood. Keira yelled out digging her fingernails into his back. She felt as if he had just knocked the breath right out of her. The pain, so intense, made her stomach clench.

  “Ian,” she cried out.

  “Tis alright lass, dinna move,” he ordered.

  Keira had not realized that such pleasure could cause such pain. Listening to Ian, she lay still. A few moments later, the pain subsided and the aching desire she had once felt returned in full force

  “Has the pain gone?” he asked.

  Keira could see the concern on his face. Nodding her head, he slowly pulled out and without reservation plunged himself deep within her again. Wrapping her legs around him, she raised her hips to meet his. She wanted him, all of him. In all her life, she’d never dreamed what happened between a man and a woman could be a wondrous and magical feeling. She did not wish him to stop. She loved the feel of him on top of her and the feel of him holding her in his arms. Each time he moaned, she smiled knowing that she was the cause of his pleasure.

  ~*~

  Ian wanted to be gentle. He had meant to go easy on the lass, but he could not stop from wanting to pound the hell out of her. She felt so good in his arms, he did not want to stop. He tried to slow down but his climax was building and he felt his seed on the verge of spilling. Her skin under his touch was as soft as if he was wrapped in the finest silk. Pressing his lips to hers, she tasted like a sweet apple. It made him want to devour her all the more. There was nothing he would not do for this woman.

  Within moments, he collapsed on the ground next to her and gathered her in his arms. Keira pressed her backside up against him. Desire shot to his groin, as her backside pressed against him. He wanted her all over again, but had to resist. He knew she would be too sore and he hoped she would heal quickly so he could make love to her again tomorrow, God willing.

  “Ian, have ye been wit’ many women?”

  Ian’s brow rose at her question. He wondered where that had come from.

  “A few,” he truthfully responded.

  “Did I please ye?”

  Ian smiled at her question. Though he found her question silly, it was a valid question. She had no experience in such things and could not have been expected to know what to do. But he wondered how she could think that she had not pleased him? In truth, she did please him very much.

  “Aye, lass. Ye please me,” he responded.

  ~*~

  Keira felt completely drained of energy. Ian on the other hand, walked around as if he felt refreshed. Handing her the gown he had tossed onto the ground, Keira slipped it over her head and stood.

  “We should head back to camp before the lads come looking fer us,” he suggested.

  “I agree. I certainly dinna want them finding us in such a predicament.”

  Keira and Ian walked back to the camp where Leland and Rylan were already fast asleep near the fire. Quietly, Ian and Keira slipped inside the tent and covered themselves with the plaid. Unlike how she felt the first time they’d slept in the same bed together, Keira did not protest when Ian grabbed her and held her in his arms. She found she rather liked it there. It did not take long for her to get comfortable snuggled inside Ian’s warm embrace and she fell fast asleep.

  Chapter 20

  It was well before dawn when the four of them started their journey north towards Inverness. Ian was hell-bent on arriving at the King’s castle before nightfall. The wind blew fierce against their backs as if nature itself had lent a hand, pushing them towards their destination, as if their arrival would affect fate itself.

  It was a hard ride for Keira as Ian pushed the horses fast across the uneven terrain of the Highlands. With only a few short breaks to stop and stretch, she felt her legs and backside turn numb, as her bottom jostled up and down on the hard leather saddle. She was not used to riding this hard but she would not complain. She knew Ian’s reasons for expediting their journey. They had to cross not only enemy territory but a southern point of Chisholm’s holdings as well.

  Ian explained to her how dangerous it would be for her to be caught in the middle of battle. If they could safely reach Fraser territory to the north, they could find a safe haven there for her in the event Chisholm attacked.

  Rylan took off ahead to scout out the area, leaving just Leland and Ian to protect Keira. She had faith in the two brothers and knew she was well cared for but it did not ease her worry. Traveling across enemy territory did not bother her. It was their destination she feared, and facing her father. She could not imagine what they were doing to him. Despite that he had lied to her, he was still her father.

  Unsettling images of her father chained to others in the bowels of a dungeon had haunted her dreams the past two nights. Though he was convicted of crimes against the crown, the thought was still unnerving. She knew one day her father would have to answer for his sins but she could never have imagined his sins were so great.

  She loved her father very much but was equally as angry with him. He had put her in the worst sort of predicament. His selfish actions made her and her sisters have to choose not only between him and God, but between him and the king. He was a heretic and a traitor, either of which would ultimately result in his death. Keira realized she could do nothing to save him. This journey had never been about saving him or his soul. It was for her; to allow her closure and to say goodbye.

  For hours they rode, long past the setting sun until the moon hung high in the sky. They stopped along the shore of a small body of water, and Keira could see the castle turrets reaching high above the trees on the other side of the loch. Inver
ness, she whispered to herself.

  The structure was massive and much larger than her home at Castle Sinclair. Even from across the bay, Keira could sense its magnitude. She thought of the labyrinth of halls and rooms that made up the keep. Though it had only been a week that she had last occupied the castle, she felt as if it were just yesterday that she was within those walls preparing to give her life to her betrothed before this tornado of events had occurred.

  How different things would have been had they played out as her father had intended. She would be married to Laird Chisholm and father would have been safely back at Castle Sinclair with her sisters. But had things not turned out the way they had, she would never have met Ian. And if she had met him under different circumstances, they would have been enemies. That thought did not sit well.

  “Leland, we are to meet Laird Gudeman at Margie’s tavern to let him know we have arrived,” Ian informed him.

  Keira looked up at Ian. He had made mention of Laird Gudeman on several occasions, saying that he was the man who from whom Ian had received his orders. Perhaps he was one of King James’ personal guards.

  The three of them walked into the tavern and took a seat at a small round table near the back. A young barmaid offered them a drink as they sat. Within a few moments, a man Keira assumed was Laird Gudeman, judging by the way Ian and Leland took notice of him, came down the stairs with a young buxom lass on his arm. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and sent her away. Walking over to their table, he took the vacant chair that sat across from Ian.

  He was a young man of fair complexion. By his clothing Keira would have thought him a mere peasant, but his well-manicured beard, white teeth and clean fingernails said otherwise. He looked familiar to her but she could not place where she would ever have met him before.

  While Ian explained their situation and the roles Keira and her father had played, she sat quietly and listened. Laird Gudeman seemed to be in agreement with the others; believing her father was a traitor. Keira, however, had already made up her mind that until she heard the words from her own father’s lips, she would never believe it. Gudeman eyed her suspiciously.

  “Ye dinna believe it to be so, do ye lass?” Laird Gudeman asked.

  “I have only known my father to be a good mon,” she replied.

  “I would be verra interested to hear yer side of the story.”

  “I dinna know what else to say. Ian has already told ye everything.”

  “Do ye believe in the allegations against yer father?”

  “I believe, my laird that until I hear it from his own lips, I can no’ say fer certain.”

  “But ye agree that he denounced the church?”

  “I dinna believe it is a simple thing to say aye or nay. I dinna believe he has issues wit’ the church, my laird but with God Himself. My father blames God for taking my mother. It wasn’t until my mother died that he banished Father Bryant and stopped going to sermons. My mother died five years ago in childbirth and I think when he lost her, he lost a part of himself.”

  Keira looked at Ian with sad eyes. She assumed Ian must have felt the same way when he lost Sarah. Turning her attention back to Laird Gudeman, she did not care whether he believed her or not. He was just another man quick to judge and point fingers. For all she knew, he was just another pompous Laird believing he was as high and godly as God himself. Who was he to place judgment?

  “I am sorry fer yer loss on both accounts. As fer yer father, there were witnesses who came forward who testified against him, even some of his own men.”

  “I dinna believe that. None of my clansmen would ever go against my father.”

  “Do ye no’ believe the word of my men?” Laird Gudeman asked with a curious expression.

  “If I may speak so freely my Laird, I have come to learn that yer men think more wit’ their balls than their brains.”

  Ian coughed, spitting out the ale he choked on from Keira’s outburst. Laird Gudeman’s eyes widened in surprise at her harsh words, but he quickly let out a hearty chuckle.

  “Aye, that may verra well be true lass,” he agreed.

  Ian held his hand up to stop Keira from replying.

  “Tomorrow we will discuss matters further,” Ian said.

  “Agreed,” Gudeman said as he stood up from his chair. “Lady Keira, it has been my pleasure to make yer acquaintance. Ian MacKay is a good mon, one of my best warriors, and I am sure he will be a good husband to ye.”

  Keira just nodded her head in response, as it wasn’t her pleasure at all to make his acquaintance.

  ~*~

  Ian and Leland led the horses towards the gates where several armed guards were stationed at their posts. By the light shining from the torches that hung from the walls, Ian could make out more than twenty dark figures walking along the parapet atop the castle wall. He did not recall so many men securing the castle during his last visit here.

  “Who goes there?” a guard called down to them from one of the towers.

  “I am Ian MacKay of Clan MacKay and I’m accompanied by my brother Leland. I have come to provide testimony to the king,” he replied.

  “A MacKay ye say! Well, ye would be the first. And who is that wit’ ye?” the guard asked, looking down at Keira.

  Ian could sense that she was about to respond. He glanced down as he whispered, “Dinna say a word.” Looking back to the man atop the tower he replied, “She is my wife.”

  Keira looked up at Ian but he discouraged her questioning look by shaking his head.

  “Verra well then, open the gates!” the guard called down to the gate guards. “Leave yer weapons when ye enter,” he added.

  Ian removed his weapons and laid them inside a large cart full of swords and daggers that sat just outside the gate. Taking the reins, he led his horse through the gate.

  A loud pounding echoed around them as they entered the courtyard. Searching the noise, he saw a group of men constructing the platform of the gallows. The smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air as several other men swept up ashes that were still smoldering. Ian felt Keira trembling in his arms. “Tis alright, lass,” he whispered before dismounting.

  A young red-headed man came running out of the barn to greet them.

  “That be a fine beast ye have there, Sir,” he said, running his hand along Ian’s mare.

  “Aye. Her name is Storm Fighter. She once belonged to the King.”

  “Storm Warrior must be her sire. I’d recognize the similar coat anywhere. Never seen another one like her.”

  “Ye know yer horses!” Ian said.

  “Aye, I am the stable master here at Inverness. I have been running stables since I was a lad. Dinna worry about yer mount. I’ll take good care of her.”

  “I trust that ye will.”

  ~*~

  Ian walked to the side of the horse and helped Keira dismount as Leland grabbed their satchel from the saddle bags and came to Keira’s other side. Wrapping his arm around Keira, Ian held her close to his side as they walked swiftly toward the door of the keep.

  “Ian what’s the matter?” Leland asked.

  “Just get inside the castle, Leland, I will explain later.”

  Instantly, Keira knew something was amiss.

  The three of them were greeted at the front door by one of the castle’s chambermaids who eagerly found them a room and ordered a meal to be sent up to Ian’s and Keira’s quarters as the evening meal had been served long since, and the tables put away for the night. Keira pitied Leland as the maid insisted he sleep in the guard house.

  The maid led them to a bedchamber on the third floor.

  “Is there anything else I can get fer ye?” the maid asked.

  “Just bring the meal for the three of us, if you please. After that, we wish to no’ be disturbed,” Ian firmly replied.

  As soon as the maid left, Keira could feel the tension in the air.

  “Ian, why have ye been acting so strangely?”

  Ian looked to Leland before turning his at
tention back to Keira.

  “Have ye noticed when we reached the gate, they no’ made any mention of Rylan?”

  Keira pondered his question. Had Rylan made it to Inverness, he would certainly have introduced himself as a MacKay, yet she did remember the guards mentioning that they were the only MacKays present. Even the stable master seemed surprised to see a horse like Ian’s, but Rylan’s horse looked almost identical. Surely, if he’d seen Rylan’s horse it would have come up in conversation. Had something terrible happened to him?

  “Ye dinna suppose he was attacked on his way here, do ye?”

  “I’m no’ sure,” Ian said.

  “Had Rylan been accosted, there would have been signs on the road. We traveled the same path,” Leland added.

  “Do ye suppose wit’ the bounty on his head, he chose no’ to come? After all, ye did say that many men were after him,” Keira said directing her comments to Ian.

  “That may be true, but tis no’ like Rylan to go missing. And I can no’ go looking fer him either.” Turning his attention to Leland, he continued, “Once the trials are over, I will take Keira home to Invercauld. From there, we will search fer Rylan.”

  “Invercauld? But I thought ye lived at Varrich? That is where Clan MacKay hails from. My father spoke of it many times.”

  Leland responded, “Castle Varrich was our home. Many years ago, our home was taken from us. It was seized by the Sutherlands shortly after they burned our village. We make our home now wit’ our cousins, Clan Farquharson. But it is Ian’s hope to one day restore our clan to its rightful place when our father passes. For now, our clans have allied.”

  Keira looked back at Ian.

  “That’s why ye left home in the first place, isn’t it? Fighting the Sutherlands was yer mission, and that’s why ye felt it was yer fault they attacked yer lands,” Keira said, affirming what she already knew.