Surrender Read Free Page B

ye times aplenty that we
were not swiving
. She fell out of the tree and landed atop
me." Graemme's jaw snapped together.
    Just mentioning it, Graemme remembered the
feel of her soft body stretched atop his own hard flesh. With
little thought, he could also see her wet smock revealing ivory
skin and small, beautiful breasts—and the dark triangle guarding
that honeyed place when Domnall snatched her away. Feeling his
shaft stirring, he shifted the helmet over his sex.
    "Ye expect me to believe ye walked up to the
well, got yerself nekid and a beautiful young woman fell from the
tree like a ripe apple and splattered on ye?" Broccin's glare at
Graemme showed he wanted to sever his cock and stick it on a spear
as a warning to all men.
    Shite! He'd best keep to the edge of truth in
case the girl lacked sense and told him all. Agh! Hopefully, not
all
.
    "Not quite fell. A foot dangled near in front
of my eyes. I grabbed it, thinking to prevent having my throat slit
in the dark. I didn't know it was your daughter until you called
her such."
    Broccin snorted in disgust.
    "That's just rat-brained enough to be true.
What think ye, Domnall?"
    "We have found the lady in far stranger
places, my lord. She didn't look to be too distressed. Not enough
for you to maim or disfigure a man."
    "Distressed? Humph. Looked to be enjoying
herself, to my eye." He scowled at his commander. "What think ye to
twenty lashes?"
    "Ye canna thrash yer own daughter!" Graemme
was sick at the thought.
    "Not her, dumb wit. Ye."
    He swallowed and tried not to flinch.
    "I dinna think yer son Ranald would forgive
ye if that were to happen. He's sensitive to that, ye know,"
Domnall said.
    "Mayhap take a finger or two? Or the toes on
one foot?"
    "Nay. No maiming. The lasses dinna take
kindly to men leaving trails of blood when they run from the
keep."
    "Well, then. I'll think of something that
will satisfy me in another way." He snorted and jutted his chin at
Graemme's bare sex peeping below the helmet. "And get him a kilt
out of the chest!
    Domnall jerked open the wooden chest beside
the fireplace and tossed Graemme a wide length of wool cloth.
    Keeping his back to the Chief, Graemme
quickly changed his clothing. Once he'd draped the kilt over his
shoulder, he tucked the end beneath the belt. He didn't know
whether he was over the worst of it or not.
    Eying his sword, he could forget about asking
for its return.
    For now.
    Broccin motioned for him to sit in a chair
opposite him and spoke again as if he had not stopped before. "But
I'll not have Ranald's temper disrupting things if he finds a new
bastard at Raptor next summer."
    'Twas
not
the end of it. The worst
was coming.
    "He'll wed her."
    "What?' Graemme sprang upright. Suddenly the
thought that mayhap twenty lashes would have been easier, entered
his mind.
    "Dinna play like ye have no ears. Ye heard me
aright. Sit!"
    He stood as still as stone until Domnall
shoved the chair to brush the back of Graemme's legs. He sat.
    "You may go," Domnall said to the two guards
patiently waiting, and grinning, behind Graemme. "Check on his men
in the stable. Make sure they have pallets for the remainder of the
night."
    After the door closed behind them, Chief
Broccin poured three cups with ale, slapped one down in front of
Graemme then pulled his seat closer to the table opposite him.
    "Give me yer family name and holdings."
    "I am Graemme, the youngest son of Angus, The
Morgan of Clibrick Castle in the Highlands."
    Broccin nodded, looking satisfied.
    Shock began to leave Graemme, replaced by
cold anger. Had they been playing with him this entire time? He
scraped the chair sideways and stretched out on it. Slowly
sprawling his legs in a comfortable way, he swigged the ale
pretending he had known they bluffed about the whipping and the
maiming.
    He had no recourse but to marry. No one would
believe he had not been ramming his cock into her when they had
witnesses aplenty that he was nekid beneath her. With his hands on
her