Highlander’s Captive (Highlander Trilogy 3)

She smiled ever so sweetly and brought her lips a breath away from his to whisper, “The image your remark evokes turns me wet.”

Torr grabbed her chin. “And your words grow me hard, so be careful or I will mount you as—”

“What do you wait for?” she challenged.

He took her hand and hurried her to the bed. They rushed out of their clothes and Wintra was quick to rest on her hands and knees on the bed. Her bare backside presented an enticing picture and Torr took a moment to enjoy the view, though not too long. He was hard and ready, and she was ready and eager.

He knelt behind her and slipped his hand between her legs, wanting to make certain she was as ready as she seemed to be and when his finger slid into her, she jolted and moaned.

“Do not tease me,” she cried out. “Mount and ride me as you—ohhhh!”

Torr planted himself deep inside her. Her cry of delight let him know just how good it had felt. But then it felt damn fantastic to him. He took hold of her backside and kept a firm hand on her as he drove in and out of her, eliciting endless moans of pleasure from her lips with each forceful thrust.

It should have been a quick climax for them both, but it felt too good for it to end so fast. So Torr made sure they lingered in endless pleasure until it became unbearable and only then did he bring them to climax within seconds of each other. Then they collapsed spent and content in each other’s arms.

“Do you think we can hide out here all day?” Wintra asked with a giggle.

“We could try, though Henry told me that he hoped to talk with you today.”

“The emissary, I forgot about him.” Wintra reached down and yanked the blanket over them, their heated passion having dissipated, leaving a chill to invade their naked bodies. “How did your talk go with him?”

“I found it a bit odd. He did not ask as many questions as I expected about you and me. He seemed more interested in my family.”

“Did he not want to know if we loved each other?”

“I made that quite clear to him time and again. He would nod and ask another irrelevant question.”

“Perhaps it does not matter. At least that is what Kellmara believes since Henry is beholden to Cree for saving his life. Therefore, his decision will favor what Cree wants for me, not Kellmara.”

Torr rubbed his wife’s arm, chasing away the chill that had settled there. “I still get the feeling that Henry had been intent on seeing to his mission. He was quite easy to talk with, his manner pleasant and jovial. It was not the difficult task that I imagined it would be.”

“Are you suggesting that I make sure to talk with him?”

“I do not believe you will be able to avoid the man, though pleasant, there is a determination about him that has to be admired.”

“I would imagine that determination is a necessary trait when it comes to his task. There are probably many who do not wish to speak with him, for fear of what his decision could bring.”

“Do you still worry that I will be taken away from you?”

“I always wondered what my da was like and I had wished, with all my heart when I was young, he had not died before I had a chance to meet him. I prayed my mum would not be taken from me, yet she was. I begged Cree not to leave me at the abbey, but he did. And upon meeting the man who claims to be my true father, he tells me he is going to take me away from my husband, the man I love. So, yes I worry that you will be taken away from me, though I will tell you this. I would battle heaven and hell to get you back.”

Torr kissed her gently. “And I would do the same if you were ever taken from me, which proves we will never be kept apart. So there is no need to worry. And while I would love to lie abed all day with you, I think it would serve you better to speak with Henry now and lay your worries to rest.”

“Only if you promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“That once I finish speaking with him, we will retire here and spend the rest of the day alone together.”

“That is a promise I can easily keep and look forward to.”

Chapter Thirty-one

Cree and Dawn entered the Great Hall the same time Wintra and Torr did, and Cree could not help but turn to whisper to his wife, “I have no doubt I will be told that I will be an uncle very soon.”