Forbidden Highlander (Highlander Trilogy 2)

“I understand you have friends here but you would have something with father and me that is so much more precious… you would have your freedom.”

The thought stunned her and Torr saw that it did, so he continued.

“You would be a peasant no more and able to make choices.”

“She’s made her choice.”

Dawn and Torr stopped and turned to see Cree only a few steps behind them, wearing a murderous scowl. And then without thought or provocation, Cree charged forward and landed a blow to Torr’s jaw that sent him flying backwards to land in a snowdrift.

He stood over the fallen man and shook his fist at him. “Next time I’ll drive a sword through your heart if you see Dawn again without my permission. Now get up so I can finish beating the shit out of you.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Kirk said joining them and going directly to his son to extend him a hand. “Torr will abide by your wishes, but again let me warn you that if it is proven that Dawn is my daughter, it will be you who is made to stay away from her.”

Torr got to his feet and didn’t say a word. He and his father walked away leaving their threat hanging heavy in the air.

Cree took hold of Dawn’s arm and all but propelled her to her cottage. She felt as if she skipped along the ground, he had her moving so fast. He slammed the door behind them after they entered the cottage, then he whirled her around in front of him, his grip still firm on her arm.

Before he could say a word her hands started moving, explaining how Old Mary asked to see her and how Torr simply showed up there. She finished with what she hoped would abate his anger that Old Mary was there at Dawn’s birth.

Cree released her arm. “I can’t fault her for having an honorable nature and staying true to her word, though it doesn’t help us. Though this news may very well shed light on why someone is trying to kill you. The most plausible reason would be that someone doesn’t want your true heritage known.”

Dawn had never given that possibility thought. She had been too caught up in the consequences of what it meant to be Kirk’s daughter to think of anything else. But what Cree said made sense.

“This information will help in tracking the culprit.” His hands moved to hug her waist. “There is much going on and now with Kirk Gerwan and his wife showing up…” He let his words drift off, his eyes having settled on her lips that were red from the cold and he decided to warm them.

His kiss sent a jolt through her, not that it was unexpected. She had seen the way he had stared hungrily at them. The jolt was to her passion, shocking it so suddenly that it rippled repeatedly through her body as if building toward a climax and all he had done was kiss her.

She had grown tired of berating herself for being wicked and wanting him so much. She loved him and making love with him was one way of expressing it and she so much wanted to express herself right now. And she did. Her hand drifted between his legs and she wasn’t surprised to find that he was hard. She stroked him until he grew even harder and then she pushed him to sit on a chair. She straddled him giving herself enough space to fumble with the ties of his leggings.

She wasn’t quite fast enough for him. He throbbed unmercifully and needed to be inside of her as fast as possible and so he pushed her hands away, freed himself and grabbed her around the waist to plant her on top of him in one swift thrust.

He couldn’t hear her gasp, but he saw it in her startled express and her wide open mouth, which he instantly claimed, his tongue delving in deeply. Damn if she didn’t feel good and taste good and he lingered in the pleasure. After a few minutes he reluctantly tore his mouth off hers and brought her up and down on him harder and harder.

She dropped her head back and though her cries of pleasure were silent he felt each and every one of them as her finger tapped his arm harder and harder.

He slowed her pace for a moment and she brought her brow to rest against his and then she pushed his hands off her waist, lifted her head and grabbed the chair posts on either side of Cree’s head and began to bounce up and down on him.

Damn if he wasn’t ready to spill inside her with each forceful bounce. And when she stopped and grinded against him in slow circles he thought he’d burst, and damn if he didn’t when she switched to bouncing again.