Highlander’s Trusted Traitor (Scottish Medieval Highlander Romance)

by Alisa Adams

  Eventually the night drew on. Rose and Keith exchanged meaningful glances, expressing a mutual desire to be alone. The feast was in full flow and nobody noticed as they snuck out, or if they did, they did not say anything, respecting the married couple’s right to be alone on their wedding night.

  Rose giggled as they ran up to their chambers and shut the door behind them. They kissed breathlessly as it was the first moment they had managed to steal for themselves all day. They laughed as they talked about a few of the more amusing moments for the day and also shared how nervous they had been at the altar.

  “When ye started tae cry I thought that I was gaeing tae weep myself,” Keith shared. His eyes were liquid now, and they drank in the image of her body. They fell silent and a strange, anxious mood came over them. Although they had kissed and embraced there was a new land that beckoned for both of them. Rose could feel herself trembling with every frantic heartbeat and she was convinced that it could be heard all through the estate.

  “Ye’re trembling,” Keith said. Rose smiled shyly and dipped her head. He caught her chin under his fingers and tilted her head up, placing a soft kiss on her lips. She moaned softly and all the tension seemed to release from her muscles in that one simple gesture. Her knees went weak and if Keith hadn’t had his arms around her she would have fallen to the floor in a puddle. She was left breathless, and there was nothing more to say than that she loved him, and then it was time for their bodies to do the talking.

  They stripped each other of their clothes, exposing their young flesh. Rose shivered as every inch of her pale, delicate skin met the air. Her clothes were tossed aside and Keith gazed at her in awe. He looked down and rested his hands on her hips, and he let a low exhalation escape from his lips.

  “Am I pleasing to you?” she asked.

  “Aye lass…ye are a dream,” he said in a low, rasping voice. As he drank in her femininity she did the same with his masculinity, gazing at his strong arms. The muscles on his body were defined perfectly and hair spread all over his body, narrowing down into a thin line as it reached the heat of his sex. Her eyes darted down and she averted them immediately, glowing red at the arousal she felt at the sight of him. He took her hand and placed it against his heart, and then he moved closely against her, kissing her again. She melted into him and felt every inch of him against her. She felt his ardent heat and his hardness and his arms enveloped her until they let go, letting her fall back to the bed. Her hair fell around her shoulders and her limbs splayed out.

  Keith joined her and they lay together. As they kissed they closed their eyes, and this seemed to give them license to explore. Keith’s hands were strong and his fingers long. They seemed to spread all over her body, encompassing all of her in just a few spans. He groped her breasts and teased her hard nipples. Her mind fluttered with new sensations and she was intoxicated by them all. Each one was more powerful than the last and a deep ache began to throb inside her.

  Meanwhile, her hands traveled over the expanse of his chest. She felt every powerful muscle and her heart swelled as she realized that he was all hers. This is what it means to be married, she thought to herself as she dragged her lips and hands over his skin. It’s to be able to touch these secret places without feeling guilt or shame, to know that we belong to each other now, both in body and soul.

  She breathed in his musky, masculine scent and was overwhelmed with the heat that rose in her body. It was as though a furnace blazed inside her and sweat began to prickle on her body. Their breaths were heaving and the air was alive with their ardent moans.

  Rose groaned as Keith’s hands ran down her body and fell against her thigh. He caressed it gently for a little while before his instincts told him to go further in. Her body twitched and she was almost too afraid to let him touch her most intimate area, but before she could do anything about it his hand was in between her thighs, soothing the ache, pressing against the burning wetness. Her body arched as pleasure shot through her like a lightning bolt. Thunder crashed in her mind and her body rumbled as powerfully as the earth when it quaked under a storm. She had no idea how Keith was causing such a reaction within her using just his finger. She put it down to the magic of love.

  Rose’s body shook and sensations came through her that she couldn’t even begin to describe. It was so wondrous that it seemed impossible for anyone else to feel these things, as though this type of love was wholly unique to her and Keith. When she placed her hands upon his body she could feel the surge of arousal in his blood and the powerful beating of his heart. To know that she was the root cause of all of this was arousing itself and there seemed no end to the pleasure. Her hands ran down his body, just as his had traveled down her feminine curves, and she found his manhood. She groaned as she felt it, so big and mighty, and she gulped with nerves as she curled her fingers around him and began to pleasure him. They created a symphony as their bodies were pressed against each other and their flesh sang with pure delight.

  Ecstasy swirled and twisted in her mind as suddenly Keith pulled her hand away and pinned her down, rolling on top of her. It was a breathless motion and then a long, throaty moan emerged from her lips as the two of them became joined in the most intimate way possible. They kissed and she held him close as she felt him inside her. It was so good and so painful at the same time, but all the sensations mixed together in exquisite delight and she didn’t want him to stop. Her nails dragged down the flesh of his back as his writhing body thrust into her, over and over again, creating a frantic rhythm that fueled the fire of her desires. A wave crested and crashed through her body and her love for him found new depths as they shared something so sacred and special, as they plummeted into the abyss of desire and lust.

  The explosion hit them both at the same time and it cracked through their bodies like the lash of a whip. She could feel him tensing and at the same time she felt the fire running through her body. She took everything he had to give her and she held him as close as possible, not wanting to let him go. They had been joined in marriage, and now their bodies were tied together in this most holy of acts. The rush of breath escaped them and they panted loudly, smiling and laughing at this new facet of their love they had discovered.

  Rose played with his hair and rested her head on his chest.

  “I love you Keith,” she said. They were simple words, but they conjured up all they had been together, and all they were ever going to be. He held her tightly and she fell asleep in his arms, utterly content at knowing she had found the right man to spend her life with.

  One day, Rose and Keith were outside when she saw one of the roots that Keith had used to confirm that Lydia had been lying about her pregnancy. That was the perfect way to tell him the good news. She called out to him and he looked with interest at what she was doing.

  “Ohh,” she murmured, “it’s horrible,” she said jokingly.

  Realization swept across his face and he ran up to her, cradling her in his arms, and then placed a hand upon her stomach.

  “Dae ye mean…? Can it be…?” he asked. She nodded enthusiastically and then he swept her up in a brisk embrace and showered her with kisses.

  “I always thought my children would be born in the Highlands, but I’m glad their home is here. I’ll tell them all about the Highlands, and one day we can visit them taegether. Our families are gaeing tae be sae happy,” he said, beaming with pride. Rose leaned into a deep kiss and sighed happily. She knew there was no happier place she could be, and nobody she could be happier with. They gave each other everything they needed to be happy and she knew they would keep on doing so until the day they died. She spared a thought for Edward and Lydia, who were missing out on this type of life because of the choices they had made, but only a fleeting thought, because every other part of her was spent thinking about her husband...and now her baby that was waiting to be born.

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  Prologue

  It was nearing twilight. The woods were falling into deep shadows as he rode his big stallion through the forest. He could faintly see the turrets of the castle far above the treetops where it sat on the cliffs.

  He had been out hunting too long, but had enjoyed his solace, his time away from all his duties.

  Suddenly he heard the sharp cracking of a falling branch. Just as he started to turn in the saddle to look in that direction he felt a hard strike to his head.

  It sent him reeling off of his horse and to the ground. He struggled to stand, his head spinning violently. His vision was blurry, and worsened by the darkness in the forest.

  Another hit to his head and then his chest.

  He drew his sword, pointing it at the dark cloaked shape that was a blur in front of him.

  The figure rushed at him.

  He swung, missing as his feet swayed with the spinning of his head and his dizzying vision.

  He heard the hissing of a blade being drawn.

  He moved, swiping his arm across his eyes, willing his vision to clear and the dizziness in his head to recede. He managed to parry a few swipes from the cloaked figure’s blade, as whoever it was swung wildly and poorly.

  He pushed his stallion away from the swinging of the figure’s wild sword. He tried to move and lurched sideways, falling into the figure’s horse. He heard the horse scream and knew the horse had taken a hit meant for him, as he felt the blood on the horse’s hide.

  He jabbed his sword towards the blurry cloaked figure to no avail as he shook his head again to clear it, stumbling on his feet as he moved.

  The figure swung again and again. He managed to move out of the way, but only partly. He felt the sting as it slashed across his chest and then heard the horse scream again.

  The fool was hitting his own horse! As he turned to push the horse away he felt another sharp, painful blow to his head.

  He fell to the ground. More blows came to his ribs and chest, and he groaned in pain.

  His world went dark.

  Chapter 1

  Scottish Highlands

  Late 1700s

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  Ina Ross spun Myrtle, her giant Clydesdale mare, around and halted, catching her breath as she stared at the target out in the practice field in front of the castle. She waited impatiently for the other warriors to catch up with her. A few had to get off their mounts to retrieve their dirks that had landed on the ground, totally missing their targets. They seemed intent on showing a bit of thigh under their kilts as they did so, glancing at Ina to see if they had caught her attention.

  Ina laughed briefly as she watched them. She was breathing heavily from her exertion on the warm, sunny day. The sea breeze felt good on her heated skin as she closed her eyes and lifted her face to the sky. When she opened her eyes, she glanced back at Fionnaghal, where she lived with her sister Ceena and her sister’s husband.

  The grand old castle’s white stones seemed to be glistening under the blue skies. She smiled with pride as she shoved the sleeves of her white blouse up above her elbows and used a bit of tartan fabric to retie her long blonde hair back in a knot atop her head once again. Her hair was so long it fell to her hips in tight, curling spirals, but right now it kept falling down from the knot on her head and getting in her way. Ina huffed out a breath and pursed her full lips in frustration as she fixed her hair once again. Her light, cornflower-blue eyes turned to study the target as she rammed her hair back into place for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I’d cut it all off,” she muttered to herself, “but me sisters would have a fit since they are all here to find me a husband of me own!”

  Ina gathered her horse’s reins back up into her hands and took a calming breath.

  “Shall we go again then Myrtle?” Ina spoke softly in a lilting voice to her mare as she patted the horse’s golden neck. Myrtle pawed the ground with one massive hoof in response. Ina grinned as she leaned down and whispered to her mare, “We’re certainly showing them that you are a battle-worthy mount and good for more than pulling a cart, arnae we my sweetling? Now, we have a few dirks left. Let’s see if we can hit that target with the rest like we did the others and show those boys how it’s done!” She flicked her tartan skirts to fall neatly back over her legs once again. She fixed her eyes on the warriors hovering about the top of the practice field with her, ready to go again. Her eyes traveled to their targets and a small smile grew on her face. Not a one of their dirks had hit the center of their targets. Each of her knives had hit dead center of her own target. The men’s knives were all over the place.

  “Dinnae ye have a place to be?” she called out sweetly to the men. “Something else to do perhaps? That you are actually good at?” Ina said in her melodic voice. “Like learning to ride yer horse first, before ye go galloping and throwing knives from atop its back?”

  The warriors moved restlessly on their horses as they just stared at her.

  They always stared.

  And blushed.

  And stuttered.

  Even the warrior who was supposedly training them.

  Tongue-tied, every one of them.

  Ina sighed in frustration. “If we were gaunnie be attacked right now it would be up to me to defend all of ye. Me; a wee, small, sprite of a weak female on me giant of a horse. To defend all ye big, mighty men on yer wee, poor horses!” She looked at them. The men just stared, wide-eyed at her. So she continued, “I’d be a flinging me knives all around while they rushed us here in this field and ye all would be dropping right and left. Aye, falling off yer horses.” Again, they just stared. Most had big, silly grins on their faces, thinking perhaps she was teasing them.

  “Then ye would be left to die a horrible, painful death being trampled by your own men’s horses while ye lay in the dirt and watched, helpless, while yer fellow men fall around ye.” Ina paused, waiting, but no one said a thing. They still grinned at her, not taking her seriously. She added in a louder voice, “Because none of ye can ride or steer yer horses much less throw a knife and hit the targets!”

  There came a low grumbling and some slight chuckling from the men. All were used to Ina’s dramatic, embellished ramblings and stories but they were too entranced by the petite, beautiful, angelic-looking girl who rode the massive horse to be able to say anything to her. All four of the Ross sisters were exceptional warriors and could stand with the best of the best. They had all proven themselves in battles. The accounts of their heroics were becoming popular all over the Highlands. Even the King knew them! All four of the Ross sisters were beautiful and not afraid of anyone or anything it seemed. Including this one, the youngest and most petite of them all.

  The men just continued to stare and smile, however.

  Too flustered to respond.

  It was always the same. Most could barely form a single sentence in her presence.

  Be patient, my man will come, Ina said to herself.

  Ina sighed and kicked Myrtle into a canter, then into a gallop. Myrtle’s huge hooves thundered impressively on the ground in oversized strides. The warriors immediately followed, putting their horses into a gallop as they tried to catch up.

  The objective was to gallop towards the target and fling your dirk as you flew past. Timing was everything.

  Ina saw a young, brash warrior fly past her on his horse, his kilt blowing up in the wind to reveal his thigh as he bounced all over his poor horse’s back. He came too close to Ina as he passed by, cutting her off and throwing her a triumphant grin. Myrtle threw her head up in the air with a loud wh
inny as Ina had to pull hard on her so she would not crash into the other horse. Ina frowned furiously and then pushed Myrtle faster, overtaking the smaller horse easily. She watched with satisfaction as the young man looked up at her in alarm as she surged up next to him. His unbalanced seat worsened and he started to fall sideways off his horse. Ina put out her arm and shoved him as hard as she could back into his saddle.

  “Ye cocky mon! Hold yourself on yer horses back with your legs!” she called to him as she all but ran Myrtle into his horse to push him back into his saddle. She reached down again and pulled a dirk out of his belt and let it fly.

  Right into the center of his target.

  Then she quickly pulled out another dirk from her own leather waist belt and let it fly into the center of her own target. She galloped Myrtle past the target, slowing her down to a canter so she could turn her about. The big draft horse felt its mistress’s request. The horse sat back, taking her weight on its haunches, lifted up her massive shoulders, and spun around in place without breaking stride in the canter. The big horse immediately thrust forward with Ina’s urging and went galloping back to the top of the field. Ina’s hair once again had come undone, and was now spilling down past her hips, caught up in the breezes, flying out behind her and over her horse’s hips, blending in with its blond tail. Ina was a creature all of gold and sunlight on a golden horse.