Tamed By The Highlander (Kilts & Kisses 1)

I knew in an instant she’d be mine.

As I said, I didn’t just want a pretty woman to warm my bed. Now, I did want Una warming my bed, make no mistake. I wanted her perfect body stretched out beneath me; her legs wrapped around me as I took her for my own. I wanted her riding me like a stallion. I wanted to taste the heaven between her legs and have her screaming for more.

But I wanted more than that too. Callum told me all about her reputation for back-talk—for her history of rejecting would-be suitors, and of course, her hobby of reading books.

Her beauty had captivated me. Hearing about her untamed wildness sealed my resolve.

Uno would be mine. She would marry me and be my queen. And today, it’s finally happening.

I growl as I nakedly stroke my fat cock, watching from the window of my chambers as she walks lightly across my courtyard. Though it may seem odd that I’m not greeting guests to my own castle, with it being the day of our marriage, tradition dictates I not see her, and she not see me. A tradition, I realize as I stroke my cock and devour her with my eyes, I am sorely failing at maintaining.

Various envoys and advisors greet her party, taking her parents to their chambers, and her friends to theirs. But her? I growl. I know her entire schedule until the moment she joins me at the altar. Right now, they’re taking her belongings to the lavish suite set aside for her, all while some of the ladies in waiting for the castle are taking her to the baths in the caverns beneath this castle to clean and freshen after her journey.

The thought of her shedding that light blue dress she wears—of it pooling at her bare feet as she steps naked through the stream of the bathhouse—has my balls drawing tight, my cock swelling in my hand as I grunt and grip the windowsill tightly.

I grit my teeth, and I freeze, my body trembling with the need for release. I take a breath, shaking, and another, calming myself as I let my hand drop from my cock.

No.

I won’t spill my seed that easily. And besides, I’m saving it for her.

I whirl from the window, fixing my clothes and growling lowly to myself as I storm from my chambers. I know the traditions, and I know what’s expected of me. And frankly, I don’t fucking care.

I move like a storm cloud, crashing down the stairs and rumbling through the castle. I know the rules. I know seeing her before the wedding later this evening is forbidden. But as I said: I’m beyond caring. That and this is my castle, and I’ll damn well see who I want, when I want. My castle, my say, my rules.

…And now I’m going to see my queen.

I take the curved stone stairwell down to the lower levels of the castle in twos. Dungow is built into the very cliff it sits atop. In my grandfather’s time, the lower levels were dungeons and torture chambers. My father, God rest his soul, did away with cruel punishment and dungeons, and began dismantling them. And when I returned from the Holy Land, I had the former dungeons turned into the steam rooms and bathhouses I’d seen over in the east.

Down here, the halls are lined with flickering torches, the air heavy with steam and the exotic smell of incense I brought home with me. My body tightens, muscles rippling and hands clenching and unclenching. I stalk my way down the corridors, and when I see the lady attendant outside of my destination, one look sends her away without question.

I pause at the door, breathing—no, panting, like a beast. Every inch of me tingles, every fiber of my body on edge and ready to pounce. Ready to claim.

I push the door open, and step into the billowing steam and flickering torchlight of the cavernous bathhouse.

Una shrieks.

She screams, whirling and clutching one of the large drying clothes to her body, but not before my eyes have drunk in a teasing glimpse of her bare back and the perfect, tight globes of her ass. My cock lurches between my thighs, my pulse thundering in my ears as I resist the urge to storm over and just take her right here and now.

“My Lord!” She gasps, her blue eyes so wide, her face flushed red, and those perfect, soft pink lips open in shock. Steam billows around us, glowing in the torchlight, and when I shut the door behind me with a heavy sound, the lights flicker over her gorgeous face.

“My Lord…” she blushes deeply, dropping her gaze to the floor as she clutches the towel to her. “You… you aren’t supposed to—”

“Show me,” I groan, my jaw clenched, fired blazing in my eyes. My body tenses with the restraint it takes not to rush into her, press her to the wall, and run my tongue over every inch of her dripping wet skin.