“Ye arenae going to speak with her now, are ye?”
“Speaking, nay. Throttling or running my sword through her, mayhap. Howbeit I donna trust her to speak the truth, and besides, she hasnae yet taken the stone. If I question her, she would simply deny it.” Alex paused, his thoughts racing. “I want ye to keep to the shadows and watch her
“I am truly sorry, Alex. I thought the lass—”
“The lass doesnae matter.”
John nodded and simply walked out.
Alex sat down and pounded his fist on the desk. “
The MacKenzie clearly had played him for a fool. The arse hadn’t hesitated when Alex demanded two hundred fifty cattle as Sybella’s dowry. No wonder! The woman was planted under his roof to deliver the seeing stone to the MacKenzie seer. How utterly convenient.
He shook his head in awe at the lengths of the MacKenzie’s machinations. He could imagine the man sitting behind the desk in his study, a smug expression upon his face. The bastard had deceived a MacDonell—or so he thought. But maybe it wasn’t too late. The MacKenzie still didn’t have the stone. Perhaps there was time…
Alex couldn’t calm his thoughts. What the hell was he going to do about the MacLeod? The man had tried to kill Alex’s wife. The MacLeod would just have to wait his turn. Besides, Alex couldn’t think about that now. He needed to solve one problem at a time.
Sybella’s missive to her brother continued to haunt him. What did she mean when she wrote, “Please stop this madness before it’s too late”? Was marriage to Alex so unbearable? She was clearly going to leave him after she delivered the damn stone to her father.
Alex’s heart hardened, and he refused to think of Sybella and her innocent touches. He banished the thoughts of their stolen moments. The woman was nothing more than a MacKenzie wench who had played him for a fool. And to think he cared for the lass, thought of her as one of his own.
He walked briskly to the parapet before he attempted to do something he would surely regret. He wasn’t sure how long he remained there, nor did he care. The silence was a blessing. Only when his head bobbed and jolted him awake did he finally seek his bed. But no sooner did he close his eyes than the adjoining door opened and closed.
Alex watched his wife as she approached his bed. At least he’d had enough sense left to keep the bedside candle lit. He closed his eyes and feigned sleep, not giving Sybella the chance to place a dagger straight through his heart. For a moment, she merely stood there and watched him, no doubt planning his untimely demise. When she reached out to touch him, he whipped out his hand and firmly grabbed her arm.
Sybella gasped.
“What are ye doing?” he asked, his voice hardening ruthlessly.
“Praise the saints, ye frightened me. I wanted to make sure ye and Aunt Iseabail were all right.” When he didn’t respond and his eyes darkened, she gently pulled to free herself from his grasp. “Alex…”
He released her arm and his eyes roamed to her nightrail. He could see her creamy breasts through the thin material. “Seek your bed, Sybella.”
Instead of heeding his command, the lass placed her hands on her hips. “What is the matter with ye,
Alex punched the lumps out of his pillow while she stood there gawking at him. The lass clearly didn’t know how much danger she was in. When she finally walked away, he rolled over onto his side. And there she stood, lifting the blankets and crawling into bed with him.
His eyes widened. “What are ye doing?”
“I am sleeping next to my husband.”
“I am in nay mood for bed sport, lass,” he said dryly.
She turned to face him, placing her hands in a prayer-like position under her cheek. “Tell me what happened. I know ye are distraught over Aunt Iseabail. Did her memory fail again?”
How was he to tell her that it was the complete opposite and that Aunt Iseabail remembered the stone Sybella had been sent to recover? As the sultry temptress lay there with her innocent looks, pretending to be concerned about his aunt, she had no idea how much he wanted to reach over and throttle her. The lass had some bollocks.
She lifted her hand and gently rubbed his cheek. “I see ye are troubled. Share your burden with me. I am your wife.”
He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
A kiss as tender and light as a summer breeze brushed his lips. His eyes flew open as his wife nestled her body against his. She raised her hand to his cheek and pulled him closer, forcing him to deepen the kiss. What the hell was she doing?
He placed his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her away. She hesitated and then her hand encircled his cock. She began to stroke him, and he unwillingly lost the last thread of self-restraint he had managed to hold on to. If this was the game the lass wanted to play, he would treat her like the MacKenzie wench she was. He would make this one encounter she would never forget.
He tossed her onto her back and lifted her legs to straddle him. Lowering his head, he gave her a brutal, punishing kiss, forcing her lips open with his thrusting tongue. He placed his hand behind her neck and wrung her hair in his fingers, tightening his grip. God, he would make her pay.
Releasing her hair, he skimmed her body over her nightrail and brazenly reached down and inserted his finger between her legs. Damn. The lass was so ready for him. She was so wet. Hot.
Roughly, he tugged her nightrail down past her shoulders until the fabric ripped beneath his hands. He lifted himself up, tearing at the material and exposing her breasts. He fondled one globe, its pink nipple marble hard.
His tongue caressed her sensitive nipples, which had swollen to their fullest, and his hand seared a path down her abdomen and onto her thigh. His tongue swirled its way down her ribs to her stomach while his hands roamed for pleasure points. Her tormented groan was a heady invitation. She lay panting, her chest heaving.
He stood on his knees and ripped her nightrail from her body as she lay naked beneath his gaze. He wanted to intimidate her. Make her ache like he was inside. He consciously watched her expression as he spread her legs open wide. She was fully exposed, and when he saw reality set in her eyes, he buried his face into her womanly heat.
He licked and sucked, torturing her with his every move.
She reached down to touch him, but he wouldn’t have it. He pushed her hands away. Her musky scent drove him wild. He sucked on her sensitive bud, and when she writhed beneath him, he inserted his tongue as she called out in bittersweet agony.
Dear God. She was so hot and dripped with sweat. The way that Alex touched her drove her wild. She wasn’t sure what was wrong with him this eve, but right now, she didn’t really care. The man’s touch was purely divine.
The pleasure was pure and explosive. And her release came upon her hard by her husband’s expert touch. When he pulled himself to his knees, she reached down and encircled his manhood, but he pushed her hand away. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and he merely stared at her.
Without warning, he flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her bottom in the air. She gasped as he entered her from behind. His hands held her hips in place with thrust after blessed thrust. At first, she was shocked, but then she quickly rose to meet him in a moment of uncontrolled passion.
He continued to take her and she was drawn to a height of passion she had never known before. She couldn’t believe the magnitude of her own desire. She moved her hips in response, and Alex called out as he sought his release. When he leaned over her and his fingers gently squeezed her nipple, she abandoned herself to a whirl of sensations.
Alex flopped down on the bed and Sybella pulled up the blankets, snuggling into his chest. He did not embrace her as he always had and his arm lay draped across his forehead, his eyes closed. When he didn’t speak,
