Song of the Highlands: The Cambels (The Medieval Highlanders) Read Free Page B

meant to go
on. ‘Twas a desperate plan—and one that could easily go awry—but
‘twas the only one he had at his disposal. In fact, he might just
get hanged for such a reckless move, but he had no other choice
open to him, not any longer, and he was determined to take complete
advantage of it.
    After lighting the end of the torch he
strode over to gather up a taper from the trestle table by the
hearth and lit it as well. He arched a brow, studying the hearth
for a split second, but then decided he’d best light the thing
after he’d made Vika more comfortable.
    He turned back toward the bed, took a couple
of steps, then stopped short. First shock, then unmitigated anger,
filled him. “Was this your idea, or did Vika arrange it?” All at
once he realized the lass—What was her name? Oh, yes, Morgana —still had the gag in her mouth.
    With angry strides, he took the last few
steps over to the bedside and loosed the ties that bound her. Tho’
‘twould not give her a voice, he knew, for he’d heard the tale
these past sennights that she’d not said a word since she was a wee
bairn. And what e’er had caused her to lose her voice, had also
turned her dark hair the color of the silver moon on the blackest,
most starless night of the year.
    His eye scanned down to her sex, to see how
dark were the curls that covered her mound. ‘Twas then that he
noticed the blood. On her sex, and on her thighs.
    He lifted the hem of his shirt and looked
beneath. His cock was red from it as well. He had a bit of it
streaked on his right thigh and his groin hair was damp with the
stuff. Blood of CHRIST! A virgin. He’d forgotten she
was an innocent not long from the nunnery.
    He turned his attention back to his newly
initiated lover, at a bit of a loss as to what to do, as this was
the first one he’d e’er taken. He was going to strangle Vika for
this, he truly was. For, now that he’d had time to think on it, he
was convinced that this was one of Vika’s amusing tricks she
liked to play on her unsuspecting lovers. Or—had she learned of his
own scheme and decided to confound the plot? Aye, knowing Vika and
her court minions, ‘twas no doubt the case.
    * * *
    Morgana blinked and looked around. She was
inside a very masculine chamber. There were hunting knives, bows
for hunting, and other weapons hanging from the far stone wall. Her
eye settled on Robert’s visage at last. She’d avoided it at first,
feeling a bit too shy after what they’d just done, to look him
fully in the face. Besides, he was angry now that he’d discovered
the switch. She saw where his eye was settled and looked there
herself. God in Heaven! Her pulse spiked. Is this
punishment for my fleshly lust? She’d known there would be
blood, but not this much. Had Robert torn her? Was her womb ruined?
It had certainly hurt more than she’d been told it would.
    In fact, she’d been sure she’d die from the
searing pain of it. But then, when she’d heard his ground-out
words, his moans of rapture, felt his body straining toward that
ultimate joy as her own had done, she’d realized ‘twas because of
the satisfaction he was receiving by being inside of her ,
and the feeling had changed to one of pleasure.
    Oh, there had still been a terrible burning
sensation, but that had been overtaken by the growing delight
until, finally, she’d been able to ignore the hurt, and begun to
enjoy the feeling of him stroking in and out of her. Enjoyed it to
such a degree that she’d found that ultimate bliss once more, but
this time with him deep inside her and finding his own bliss as
well. She’d thought it wonderful. And incredibly satisfying. Her
breathing calmed. Aye, wonderful. So, surely not a punishment then?
But the gore of it must be why virginal ladies are ne’er told in
detail about the carnal act, for they’d ne’er agree to it then.
    She tried to bring her legs up o’er the
posts, but she was too stiff, so she settled back. Mayhap ‘twas
best, for