Forbidden Night With The Highlander

Lianna held her silence as Alastair escorted her back. In the space of two days, her father appeared to have aged ten years. His demeanour was heavy with grief, and she slowed her steps. With a gentle squeeze to his hand, she murmured, ‘We will miss Sían.’

He gripped it in return and closed his eyes, as if to gather strength from her. ‘You must take the place he could not.’

She didn’t understand what he meant by that, for she could never lead the clan. But perhaps he intended for her to ensure that their people were protected, no matter what happened. And this she could promise.

‘I will try.’

He took her back to her room and regarded her. ‘I will send your meal to you here. And later tonight, Rhys will come and talk with you. Unless you would rather dine with everyone else?’

She shook her head. Her father knew how much she hated being among crowds of people. It was why she took her noon meal by the dolmen each day.

‘I need you to make this alliance,’ her father said softly. ‘I believe that you have the strength to wed this man. And he will listen to you.’

He was wrong in that. Men never listened to her, and neither would a Norman warrior. But she went to sit beside her window, and her father closed the door behind him. As she’d predicted, he locked it, leaving her a captive once more.

Which was likely a good decision, given that she wanted nothing more than to escape. Lianna walked over to her bed and straightened the coverlet, pulling it so that both sides were even.

Her mind turned over the problem, wondering if there was something she could do—anything to avoid this marriage. But she could not see a pathway to freedom, no matter what wild ideas sprang to mind.

Her stomach lurched when abruptly there came a knock at her door. It was too soon. They had not eaten the evening meal, and she didn’t imagine that her father could have brought the Norman to her this soon.

She ignored the knocking, her heart racing within her chest. And then a voice called out in Gaelic, ‘Lianna, I need to talk with you.’

It was the Highlander, Gavin MacAllister. She had nearly forgotten about him in the midst of the funeral. But now she wondered if he could be useful to her.

‘My father has locked me inside this room,’ she said. ‘Else, I would open it.’

To her surprise, she heard the turning of a key. ‘Alastair gave me permission to speak with you. May I come in?’

She opened the door and saw that he was wearing the same saffron léine and trews that he’d worn before. His dark hair was cut short against the back of his neck, and the bristle upon his cheeks made her want to touch it.

‘Why did my father send you to me?’ she asked, inviting him inside.

‘Because there is something I need to speak to you about. I was not entirely honest with you when we met.’ He glanced over at the two stools on the far side of the room. ‘Could we sit?’

‘First, give me the key,’ she demanded. She had no intention of allowing the Norman warrior to invade this room while she was talking with Gavin. She inserted it into the lock and turned it. ‘If we are to speak, I do not want the Normans interrupting us.’

His mouth tightened. ‘That is what I wanted to discuss with you.’

She led him to sit at the far end of the room, wondering if he had come to take her from Eiloch. He had said before that he had wanted to wed her. And though she hardly knew him, she could not deny that he made her blood race.

When he had kissed her, she had come alive in his arms, feeling desirable. No man had ever affected her the way he did, and a sudden, rash thought came to her. He could help her escape this unwanted marriage. Perhaps he could escort her to safety where she could avoid the Norman forces.

Her mind stilled with an unmistakable fact—if she wed Gavin MacAllister, they could no longer force her to marry Rhys de Laurent.

Her brain dismissed the idea, for she could not fetch a priest and speak vows with so little time. It would never work. But her mind was caught up with a storm of thoughts swirling within her.

‘Do you still wish to wed me?’ she blurted out, rising from her seat. She could not look at Gavin while she spoke, for his very presence unnerved her. ‘Is that why you are here?’

He paused a moment. ‘In a manner of speaking. There is more I need to tell you.’

Her body went numb with anxiety, and it felt as if her breath caught in her lungs. She squeezed her hands into fists and forced herself to face him. ‘And what if I said yes?’

He hesitated again. ‘You may not want to wed me, after we have spoken.’

She would wed the devil himself if it meant avoiding the Norman. And there was one way of doing so, a way that would end any chance of marriage with Rhys de Laurent.

Her face burned with humiliation, and she could hardly bring herself to voice her idea. Instead, she blurted out, ‘Do you...want me?’

For a long, painful moment, he didn’t answer. She closed her eyes, wishing she had never spoken at all. He would make excuses and leave. Her heart sank, and she berated herself for even asking. Of course he wouldn’t want a woman like her. She was plain-faced with bright red hair and a body that was bony instead of soft.

But he rose from the stool and came to stand behind her. His hard body pressed against hers, and he drew her waist to him, so that she felt the warmth of his breath against her throat. ‘From the moment I kissed you, I have thought of nothing else.’

Her breath released in a ragged gasp, and his mouth pressed against her nape. Gooseflesh rose over her skin, and she now knew that she could do what must be done.

‘Then claim me,’ she pleaded softly. Seduce me so that I no longer have to wed Rhys de Laurent. She needed to bind this man to her, to ensure that there was no chance of being forced to marry the Norman.

Gavin’s body went rigid, and his demeanour transformed. Slowly, he turned her in his embrace, tilting her chin up to face him. ‘Lianna, there is something you must know.’

She didn’t want to hear reasons or excuses. This was her chance to escape a marriage she’d never wanted, and she was willing to sacrifice her innocence for that. And so she stood on tiptoe and pressed her mouth against his in a hungry kiss.

* * *

Rhys de Laurent knew he was a bastard. He had come to her room to tell her the truth, to reveal his true name to Lianna, and to discuss whether they should end the arrangement. He’d been willing to consider giving her to Warrick instead, especially after the death of her brother.

But from the moment she kissed him, offering her sweetness, all logic disappeared. She opened to him, and when he slid his tongue into her mouth, she gasped and moaned, pressing her hips to his.

His body was already rigid with desire, and her softness only ignited those forbidden needs. She believed he was a Highlander, a man who would take her away from Eiloch and give her the freedom she wanted. He knew that, just as he knew she would despise him if she knew who he really was. Was this seduction meant to bind him to her? Was she trying to escape their marriage?

Her hands slid through his hair, and she murmured against his lips, ‘I can hardly breathe when you touch me.’

Rhys responded by bringing his palm to the curve of her breast. She wore a woollen gown, and he could feel the cockled nipple beneath it. He teased it with his thumb, and she shuddered.

He had been with women before, but none who reacted so strongly. The look of pleading desire on her face nearly brought him to his knees. He wanted to spend all night pleasuring her. But if he dared to voice the truth, all of it would end. This beautiful woman would look upon him with hatred, demanding that he leave. Although the voice of reason tugged at his conscience, he couldn’t quite bring himself to speak. This woman would become his wife, and if he accepted her offering, there would be no turning back. All he had to do was remain silent.

Was it so wrong to desire a woman who begged for his touch? Especially when it meant consummating an arranged union? He decided that he would give her what she wanted, as long as she was willing. If she faltered or asked him to stop, he would do so without question. And soon enough, he would have his answers.

She reached for the laces of her gown. ‘Will you help me with these?’ Her brown eyes were hazy with need. ‘My hands are shaking.’

He rested his hands upon the laces and pulled one out, then the other. ‘Slow down, Lianna.’

She closed her eyes as he continued to unlace her. He lowered the gown to her shoulders and pressed his mouth to her skin. ‘Are you certain this is what you want?’

‘Yes.’ Her voice was breathless, but the anticipation in her tone held fear as well. He hesitated, resting his hands against her shoulders, giving her time to pull back.

But instead, she pulled the gown lower, baring her shift. The fine linen was slightly sheer, and he could see the faint rosy tint of her nipples. Her auburn hair tumbled over her shoulders, and the force of his desire roared through him.

God help him, this was wrong. He knew he should not take this any further, for she would despise him once she learned the truth. But a dark hunger flared within him with the need to touch this beautiful woman.