Song of the Highlands: The Cambels (The Medieval Highlanders)
the way for
a bit as well. Thus aiding her cause with the man she, herself, had
set her eye upon, Guy de Burgh. Unfortunately, that man, thus far,
could not be swayed. And had, these past days, been spending a bit
too much time in Morgana’s company for Vika’s liking.
    She watched Robert rise from his seat and
stride out of the great hall. Ah, to be a fly on the wall and see
his face when he at last discovered he’d taken the wrong lady! But
would Morgana be taken before he discovered the switch? Vika
chuckled. She truly did hope so, for ‘twas clear the lass was
deeply enamoured of the knight.
    And, in truth, she wished her cousin a
better first time than she, herself, had endured nearly half her
own age ago when she’d been forced to wed the old man to whom her
father had given her. Vika’s brows drew together, her smile of a
moment before disappearing, as she absently rubbed the pad of her
thumb o’er the nail of her middle finger. Aye, ‘twould be a shame
if Morgana didn’t at least get her first taste of the culmination
of a woman’s desire. And from the one she so clearly wanted.
    Vika sighed. She’d simply have to wait until
they returned on the morrow to find out, she supposed.
    * * *
    ‘Twas a long and bumpy ride to where e’er
Robert was taking her. Morgana hadn’t known exactly what to expect
when she’d settled on the bench in the chapel a few hours past. But
she certainly hadn’t foreseen being gagged, blindfolded, and tied
up. Nor, hefted like a sack of grain into the back of a wagon and
taken to God knew where in the middle of the night. She would have
been deeply afraid that she was the victim of some violent man’s
scheme, had she not continued to hear Robert’s voice speaking in
muted tones to what seemed to be at least three other men
throughout the journey.
    The cart began a long, rough ascent some
three or more hours into their travel and she rolled and slid until
she finally found purchase against one of its sides. The air was
growing colder as they progressed, but she was well protected from
the wind by the covering o’er the top of the cart.
    ‘Twas not long before she heard Robert call
a halt and the conveyance came to a creaking, shivering stop. In
the next moment, she was hauled up and o’er
someone’s—Robert’s?—shoulder and bounced roughly as he moved up
some steps and through a narrow doorway.
    He set her on her feet, but only long enough
to fling wide her cloak and slit the front of her gown and chemise
down the front. ‘Twas done so quickly, she barely had time to
realize what had happened before she was lifted in his arms and
positioned on what she assumed was a narrow bed with tall posts at
the end, because he spread her legs wide, wrapped her knees around
the posts and then scooted her down to the edge. It made her thighs
burn and quiver, to be spread in such a manner. Tears of strain
leaked from her eyes, making the blind o’er them grow damp.
    He still had said not a word to her and now
she was beginning to be afraid. Was this how ‘twas done then?
Somehow, she’d gotten the impression that ‘twas a gentler act than
this. Her heart pounded so, that she could feel its pulse hammering
in the side of her neck. She couldn’t catch her breath.
    The same two beefy, long-fingered, warm
hands that had dealt with her legs, now took hold of her bound
wrists and lifted them o’er her head, tying them to a post on that
end as well.
    Oh God, what was he going to do to
her? Why had she agreed to this? Would he kill her now? She was completely helpless—totally at his mercy. A dank smell of
must filled her nostrils, the sound of a man’s rough grunts flashed
in her memory. She began to quake.
    But then something wonderful began to
happen. Those same huge, strong hands commenced a slow, sensual
glide o’er her bare breasts, down her rib cage, and o’er her
abdomen, then up again to tease the peaks of her breasts. A warm,
suctioning feeling came next, along with the

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