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would serve the purpose.
    He would talk to Duncan in the morning to make sure she was kept safe and away from prying eyes. He could have her sent to the Abbey. She would hate it and probably run away, he grinned, and that would not do. She did have brothers and perhaps Crimm was the right man for the job. Crimm Duncan had fought by his side for five long years and was a loyal friend, a skilled warrior, and had the heart of a bear. He was perfect.
    The woman purred at Kagan's back, distraught that his attention was elsewhere. He let her lead him to the bed, barely noticing her hands on his crotch. He smiled wickedly and knew he had found his answer. Yes, Crimm would keep her safe and intact.
    He lay back against the pillows as the woman slid onto his crotch and moaned as she nestled him between her legs. His erection nudged inside of her and she rocked against his hips to push his shaft farther into her body. He closed his eyes and Ell'andra sat on top of his hips, swaying against him, whispering his name. She was a goddess, hot, brazen, and too beautiful to be of this world. His guttural groan echoed in his ears; Ell’andra Duncan McKregan would be a fire filled lover.
    His erection stiffened and exploded into the warmth that enveloped him. His powerful hips slammed into hers and she screamed in delirious passion as she cascaded into the bliss surrounding her. In his mind, Ell'andra rode him hard, fast, and begged him not to ever stop. He could hear her screaming his name as he rolled on top of her and pounded his manhood into her sweet body. Lost in his fantasy, he pounded harder and harder declaring he would come back for her and take her over and over until she screamed in the ears of the gods.
    The scotch he drank fogged his mind as he refused to open his eyes. His mind screamed it was Ell'andra under his drunken body, but his body wanted rounder hips, large bountiful breasts, and a smile that could tear a man's heart out of his chest. He buried himself as deep as the woman's body would allow and held his seed. He jerked out barely in time before his seed splattered across the woman's thighs. He slowly opened his eyes and frowned as he rolled off of her.
    Damn!
    Three years was a long time to wait! He could easily go to her room, take her, and she would be his for as long as he wanted. Her curves, her smile, her sea green eyes would be his and he’d rip out the heart of the first man who dared to touch her. Her flawless legs would wrap around his hips as he slid in and out of her precious core.
    Coming back to his senses, he turned to the woman. “ What say ye 'bout horseflesh? ” he asked impatiently suddenly feeling like a mere lad unable to control his manhood.
    The woman sat up and slowly answered as she bent to kiss his midriff, “ I know naught of horses, just of love-makin' and cleanin'. ”
    “ What say ye 'bout ridin'? ” he barked at the woman carelessly expecting her to know absolutely nothing.
    “ Oh, milord I will ride ye again if ye wish, ” she coo-ed as she stretched across his hips and reached for his shaft. “ I will guide ye large shaft in and out of any place ye choose. ”
    He caught her hands in rank disgust suddenly furious with not only the woman but himself as well, “ Na me woman, horses! ”
    The woman flinched and her eyes widened in fear. Kagan grunted, knew he should have been ashamed of himself but continued his furious stare as she spoke, “ What do ye want me to do with a horse? ”
    “ Can ye ride? ” he asked as he threw her from the bed onto the floor. “ Can ye do anything other than what ye are commanded to do? ”
    “ Nay, they are terrifyin' beasts! ” She whimpered as he towered over her. “ Tis na any fault of mine mi’ lord. I do as I was taught. ”
    Kagan's head pounded as he reached for the woman and her dress. He opened the door and pointed out into the hall, “ Lea'e me! ”
    “ Was I na to yer likin'? Did ye na ride me in passion? ” She pouted as she