Highland Wedding (5 page)

Iain was mortified. He had gone half mad. The problem was, he was feeling so inclined again. Worse, he had spilled his seed into her and he had the feeling that that would be hard to control as well. With that dismal thought he eased their embrace slightly and looked at her unaware of the tortured look in his eyes, a look that made Islaen think all her fears confirmed.

Islaen stared at him feeling her heart contract. “Ye cannae really abide it, can ye. I had feared as much.”

Silently cursing herself and fighting tears, Islaen wished she had not come to his room. She had not saved herself anything. He had shown her what they could have together and would now take it away. The very worst of her fears had become reality. Shifting beneath him, she moved to flee but he held her still.

With a sigh, Iain put aside his own fears. Someone had done a very good job of giving the girl the ridiculous idea that she was ill-formed. It was important to rid her of that yet he was not at all sure how he could.

“Islaen, ye are not odd and certainly not ugly. Where did ye come by such an idea?”

“But I am all out of proportion. ’Tis not right to be fat in one place yet so skinny everywhere else.”

“Ye are small, not skinny.” His hand touched her thigh and lingered. “There is flesh enough to draw a mon’s touch. Who has given ye the idea that ye look odd or ugly?”

“Meg says I look a cow, all udder and little else,” she replied in a small voice.

“I wouldnae hurl a cow to the bed and leap upon it. Aye. ’Tis true that ye carry more than t’would be thought right for such a wee lass but ’tis far from ugly.” His hand moved to her breasts.

“Oh,” she breathed as his touch restoked the banked fires within her. “I dinnae mind them when ye do that, Sir MacLagan.”

He bit down a laugh. “I think ye can call me Iain now. Little one, every mon here would love to be where I am now, touching such perfection. Aye, they are full but not too much despite the slightness they adorn. To then come down and clasp a waist that I can span with my hands is a true delight.” His hands moved along with his words. “This gently rounded backside feels exquisite in my hands as do these slim hips. Och, lass, these slim thighs leave a gap at their top that fair begs a mon to move in. Meg is a jealous cow.”

She stared at him in speechless wonder. There was no hint that he did not mean exactly what he said. For reasons that eluded her he seemed to find the body she had kept hidden so long of interest. Doubt still lingered, however, for she could think of no reason
for Meg to lie to her. Then again she could think of no reason for Iain to lie to her either. She wanted to believe he found her fair to look upon, but for too long she had been thinking otherwise. Islaen found her thoughts growing decidedly confused and decided to get back to the matter at hand.

“Weel, I cannae believe I have suddenly become a beauty, but does all that mean that we will still be wed?”

“Aye.” He hid his dislike of the match for the first time. “I have just had of ye what should have been saved for your wedding night.”

“That doesnae matter, Iain,” she gasped, her voice failing as his lips caressed her breasts. “I will understand if ye cannae abide it.”

“Sweet, stupid, Islaen, I cannae keep my hands nor my mouth from ye. Would it be so if ye were at all repulsive to my eyes?”

“Nay, mayhaps not. Oh,” she breathed as his mouth closed over the tip of one breast and his hand caressed her taut belly, edging ever closer to the wine red treasure that he was aching to possess again. “How do ye do that? Make me go all hot and melting?”

A shudder tore through him at her words and he eased his hand between her thighs. “I dinnae ken, lass. How do ye make me crave this when I ken ’tis the last thing I should seek? How can ye make me break all my vows to myself?”

Her initial shy tension gone, Islaen was turning to fire in his hands. “What vow was that?” she moaned, arching to his touch.

“That I wouldnae touch the women. Ah, ye have a muckle fine touch, lass,” he groaned as her hands moved over his backside. “I vowed I would be careful when we wed for ye maun ne’er get with child. I willnae kill anither woman.” He moved her hand to the proof of his strong, uncontrollable desire for her. “Touch me here, lass. Ken what ye do to a mon.”

Her long fingers curled around him, then stroked and explored. She astutely understood his meaning but knew no way to dispel his errant opinions. There was really only one way to prove him wrong. It was soon evident to Islaen that Iain had no intention of letting her get with child, so that she could show him that he was wrong.

It was difficult to speak as her small hand lightly stroked him. Iain wanted to simply give into the strong, exquisite feelings she was able to stir in him but he fought that temptation. Later, when he had made her understand, when she had given him the promise he needed, he would let his passion run wild and free.

Forcing himself to think, he tried to gather the words needed to explain himself, yet not offend her. To tell a woman that she could have the marriage but not the children was not the easiest thing to do. Some women would be very grateful, but Iain sensed that Islaen was not one of those. She certainly had not sounded so on that day they had argued in the gardens.

Looking into her eyes he found that he also had to convince himself again. All he could think of was a sweet, lively girl child with Islaen’s pretty eyes. He ached for a family but he tried to fight that weakness. Those thoughts put him into such a state of confusion that he decided not to explain himself. He would simply tell her what she would do. It was, after all, his right as her husband.

“I can at least try to keep my vow that I willnae get ye with child. For me to spill my seed outside is one way,” he gasped as her naturally skillful fingers toyed with the
holders of that seed, “but I ken that will be verra hard so I will have ye do this for me.” Ignoring her blushes, he explained the sponge method to her. “Promise me, lass.” He was suddenly fierce as he stared at her. “Promise or we will ne’er lie this way again, I swear it.”

Islaen stared at him for a moment. She could not believe what he was asking of her. For only one brief moment did she think he was joking when he threatened to stay out of her bed. That hope faded when she looked into his eyes. He meant every word he said.

It was a sin, both what he asked and what she decided she had to do. Then again he had no right to ask her to commit the sin of preventing conception. So too did he have no right to deny her the child she had every right to as his wife and in the eyes of God. She threw out a hasty prayer for forgiveness and asked that, in the end, she did not simply add to his anguish and guilt. With that done, she looked him straight in the eyes, her hands clutching his hips to pull him closer and proceeded to lie through her teeth.

“Aye, I promise, Iain, an it is what ye wish.”

“It is,” he growled and then took her mouth in a hungry kiss.

His response to her promise was all that she could wish. Her guilt was pushed aside as they made their rapid climb to the heights and made the dizzying fall into passion’s abyss as one. Sated, they lay in each other’s arms. Iain knew he should send her back to her chambers but, instead, he let her rest a while before making love to her again. It was dawn before they both succumbed to exhaustion, Iain’s head nestled comfortably on the full breasts that had so long been only a burden to their owner.

Cold steel prodding one’s side makes for a rude awakening. Iain felt the cold of the blade seep through his veins. When he slowly lifted his head from the sleeping Islaen’s breasts, he knew a mixture of relief and consternation. For a moment he had feared that Catalina’s lover had found him, which could well have meant Islaen’s death along with his. The eight MacRoths surrounding his bed looked far from friendly, but they would at least not harm Islaen. They would also be appeased by the wedding.

“If ye be wondering why your squire didnae stop us ’tis because he is tied up for the moment.”

The iciness in Alaistair MacRoth’s voice made Iain wince inwardly. It was hardly wise to antagonize one’s father by marriage. Neither was it wise to get on the bad side of your wife’s brothers especially when there were eleven of them.

“Ye best start explaining this and fast, laddie.”

“Fither?” mumbled Islaen as she opened sleep-clogged eyes and began to realize that she and Iain were no longer alone.

That brought all eyes of the MacRoths to fix upon her. Iain watched those eyes widen with disbelief and followed the direction of their gazes. Islaen’s lovely full breasts were bared to view. Seeing the stunned looks upon her kin’s gaze, Islaen colored deeply. Her blooming had been kept a secret from a lot of people. He almost laughed when the MacRoths looked at him again, accusation in their faces.

Islaen hurriedly pulled up the linen to cover herself. It had been her intention to talk to her father, tell him of what she had kept hidden. This was a terrible way for him to find out that his own daughter had deceived him for years.

“What did ye do to the lass?” Alaistair demanded, his angry gaze turning back to Iain.

“Sir, I think if ye will but stop to consider for a moment, ye will ken that I had naught to do with that. What occurred here might have changed the lass but not to such an extent. ’Tis not a mon’s work ye view.”

“Aye, aye, I am not thinking clear.” He ran a hand through his hair and frowned at Islaen. “When did ye grow those, lass? Ye have hidden the change from me and I cannae understand the why of it.”

Embarrassed that such an intimate part of her body was being discussed so openly, Islaen nevertheless did her best to answer her father honestly. “I changed not long after I, weel, became a woman.”

“When ye were but thirteen?” he croaked, totally astonished over the longevity of her deception.

“Aye,” she admitted reluctantly, afraid that she might have wounded her father with her secrecy.

“For six years I have waited for ye to grow and ye had grown apace already. Why hide it?”

Seeing her family look at her as if she were totally mad annoyed Islaen and she snapped, “Why not when all ye wished for was to set me out to market like a prized sow?”

“Here now, lass,” Alaistair blustered, puffing up in preparation of arguing with his daughter.

Before the argument could gain any strength, Iain gently interrupted, “An I might
have a word with ye?”

“I have more than a word or twa I wish to say to ye,” Alaistair hissed, his fury directed at Iain again. “If ye mean to claim her unchaste now and flee the wedding that way, ye best think again.”

“Papa,” Islaen protested, feeling it unfair to be so insulting when Iain had not even been given a chance to speak yet.

“I mean to wed her, sir. Naught has changed,” Iain said quietly but with a firmness none could doubt.

Seeing how all the MacRoths immediately eased their fighting stances, Iain moved to don his braes. He then handed Islaen her night rail. Giving her a reassuring smile, he turned to face Alaistair.

“Could we speak o’er here for a moment, sir?” Iain moved to the far corner of his chambers.

When Islaen made to follow, Alaistair growled, “Ye stay right where ye are, lass, and ye lads see that she does.”

Islaen sat down reluctantly. She wondered what Iain and her father would talk about but knew she had no chance of hearing the conversation. Her brothers were clearly intent upon being very vigilant.

“I dinnae think I need say that I am ill pleased by what I have found here,” Alaistair growled softly once he and Iain were secluded on the far side of the room.

“That I can understand, sir. There is no explaining it or excusing it. I went mad,” he said with a strong hint of selfdisgust in his voice. “She came to me to reveal this secret she has kept for so long.”

“Reveal it?” Alaistair’s eyes widened as he began to get an idea of just what had happened.

“Aye, just that, sir. I havenae had a woman for near to twa years. ’Tis no real excuse, I ken it, but when she set such lovely bounty afore my eyes….” Iain shook his head. “I had been drinking as weel.”

“Did ye hurt her?” Alaistair asked tightly, his hand going to his sword in a clearly threatening gesture.

“Nay, I feel sure I didnae. In all honesty I cannae say exactly for, as I have said, I went mad.”

“The truth tell, I can understand what has happened here. A mon can only take so much temptation ere he grabs it, especially when ’tis the fleshly sort and he has been without for a verra long time. I will trust to the fact that ye would have left the lass be had she fought ye or cried nay.”

“Aye but to be fully honest, I think she didnae only because she didnae really ken what was about until t’was all over”

“Mayhaps. What I cannae understand is why she has hidden her form, why she has left me to think her form more that of a child than a woman. I ne’er thought she was unhappy to be a female though she did have a few complaints about it.”

“’Tis not that, sir. She thinks she is ugly in her shape.”

“The lass is daft. She could ne’er have gained such an idea from me and the lads.”

“Nay. That woman, Meg, felt Islaen had grown all out of proportion and the lass believes her. She came to me because she truly believed I would find her deformed and turn her away. She wished it done ere the vows were spoken.”

“She must ken otherwise now,” Alaistair drawled. “Men dinnae go mad, as ye call it, o’er an ugly lass.”

“She kens that I find no fault, but I am nay sure she has lost the idea that her form is odd, unseemly.”

“I will kill that udderless cow Meg.”

“’Tis my thought that love directed the woman, sir. She didnae want the lass ridiculed.”

“Aye,” Alaistair agreed after a moment. “Islaen’s the bairn Meg ne’er had. She would ne’er hurt the lass apurpose. I will speak to the foolish woman though. There must be a way we can explain the sudden change in the lass. She cannae go back to what she was,” he mused aloud, frowning in the direction of his daughter.

“She could until we leave for Caraidland. Few from here would see her then. Later, when they do see her again, they would think that they had recalled her wrongly or that marriage had matured her.”

“Aye, or childbirth.”

Iain could not meet the man’s gaze when he nodded in agreement. “Aye, or that.”

“And now we come to the next trouble that needs sorting out. She is a maid no longer.”

“The proof of her chastity is clear to read upon the linen.” With a wave of his hand Iain invited the man to look but Alaistair did not move.

“Which will be changed this day, and unless ’tis seen by the right eyes, t’will be ignored. Robert, ye must go and fetch the king. He must be shown that all was as it should be, e’en if the wedding night was had ere the vows were said. I dinnae want this matter talked about, but better this than talk of my lass going to her marriage bed unchaste. The king arranged this match so let him bear witness now and mayhaps advise us.”

Islaen softly groaned in embarrassment, earning sympathetic looks from her brothers. She had foolishly hoped to keep her fall from grace a family secret. The very involvement of the king in the arrangement of her marriage made her chastity a matter of great importance. He must know exactly what was going on. Islaen understood all that but that did not make her like it very much.

The fact that it was the day of the wedding he so wanted brought the king to Iain’s chambers quickly. He wanted nothing to go wrong, yet a summons from Alaistair now could only mean trouble. When the king entered Iain’s chambers, saw the disheveled bed, the undressed state of the betrothed couple and the gathering of armed MacRoths, he easily guessed what had happened and relaxed. It looked to be something easily solved; thus saving the union he sought.

“This is most unexpected,” the king murmured looking at Iain with mild condemnation.

“Aye, I surprised meself,” Iain grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

“Och, weel, Robbie, it isnae fully the lad’s fault. My lass tempted him sorely.”

The way Alaistair so familiarly addressed the king shocked Iain. When the king made no protest, accepted it as natural, Iain felt stunned. He had not realized just how close to the throne the MacRoths were. Iain could not help but wonder if he must now add the king himself to the growing list of ones who would be displeased if he made Islaen unhappy.

“Wee Islaen?” the king asked in total surprise. “Nay, the lass is no temptress, Alaistair.”

“Weel, not by intent. Islaen, come here,” Alaistair commanded, looking at her sternly when she briefly hesitated.

Feeling color heat her cheeks, Islaen reluctantly obeyed her father. When her father directed the king’s attention to her breasts and the king’s face clearly showed his growing surprise, she felt like melting with embarrassment. Unable to stand such close scrutiny any longer she stepped behind Iain, using his tall body as a shield.

“Surely the change in the lass did not occur over the night,” the king muttered, his confusion clear.

“Nay, she hid the change. Her nurse convinced her t’was unseemly, odd, e’en ugly. The lass felt she had to tell Iain this secret, let him judge her shape for himself, so crept to his chambers last eve and showed the lad all she had hidden.”

“Showed him?” The king’s voice shook with laughter and he looked at Iain in sympathy. “Has a man e’er been so tried? So ye are human after all, Iain lad. Many have wondered.”

“For Islaen’s sake I would hope that they dinnae ken my weakness. She came to me in all innocence. That she no longer enjoys that state is my fault alone.”

“Are ye saying ye forced her, laddie?”

“He would be dead if he had,” growled Alaistair.

At the same time Islaen peered at the king from around Iain. “Nay, sire. I ne’er once protested.”

“Not once?” he teased, grinning when even Iain looked slightly disconcerted.

Islaen groaned and hid behind Iain again, pressing her hot face against his back. She felt this was more embarrassment than any soul should have to suffer. It was her fervent hope that they would hurry up and solve the problem her impetuosity had made so that she could retire to her chambers and try to compose herself. Perhaps in the rush of activity and celebration that her wedding would bring she could forget the whole trying morning.

“So the marriage has been consummated ere the vows were said,” the king mused aloud. “’Tis not the first time this has occurred. Many a betrothed couple tastes the joys of the marriage bed ere they speak the vows.”

“Aye but I fear the tale that might go the rounds is that my Islaen wasnae chaste when Sir Iain took her to his bed as wife.”

“Ah and it could be hinted that Iain was not the first. I see the trouble weel now. Robert, fetch the queen. She will be expecting word from me. Bring her and her woman here. Aye and this Meg woman. They will help us in smoothing over this trouble. You may cease your scowling, Alaistair. ’Tis not such a big problem.”

When the women arrived Islaen saw that she could suffer even more embarrassment than she had already. The linen was inspected, her chastity confirmed and the discussion about what to do next began. Islaen tried to distance herself from it all by watching her father and Meg, the former quite clearly chastizing the latter. She tried to discern just how much trouble Meg was in.

It was decided that the bedding ceremony and the morning visit to the bride and groom would be done by the royal couple, the queen’s handmaiden, Meg and two of Islaen’s brothers as weel as Alexander MacDubh to represent Iain’s absent family. That
settled, Islaen was hurried back to her chambers by her family.

Once assured that his squire was unharmed, Iain sent the man to locate Alexander MacDubh. When Alexander joined him, Iain rather crossly explained what had happened. He also told Alexander what part he was to play now. His humour was not at all improved by Alexander’s bursts of hilarity. He was glad that strenuous efforts were being made to keep the whole matter secret. Iain had no wish to become the object of court jests.

“Come, Iain, you must see the humour of it,” Alexander said when he finally controlled his laughter.

“Mayhaps I will when I am certain we have all escaped unscathed,” he said.

“Though distant, the MacRoths are kin to the king and he is fond of them in his way. He will let nothing sully their name.”

“Am I the only one who didnae ken the relationship there?”

“Weel, you are the first of your clan to linger much at court and t’was before your time that the real bond was formed and easily seen by all. If ye cocked an ear to the gossip more ye would have kenned it ere now.”

“I thought ye came to court for other than talk.”

“’Tis true that I come for the ladies but they do talk upon occasion. Men should pay more heed to the lasses. ’Tis astounding what they ken, e’en if they dinnae always ken the importance of the knowledge they have gained.”

“I will keep that in mind. Come, I best don my finery. They will soon wish access to my chambers.”

“My friend, ye should show more cheer. Ye gain a fine lass.” Seeing little comfort in Iain’s face, Alexander sighed. “Ah, weel, at least your bed will no longer be empty and mayhaps this lass can change your mind about some things.”

“Right now I suspicion she has more than enough to think on without fashing herself o’er me or my thoughts.”

Islaen grimaced as Meg scrubbed her back. The woman was being far more vigorous than usual. She suspected that her father had severely chastized Meg. After another moment Islaen decided she did not need to suffer for the argument her father and Meg had had. She snatched the sponge from Meg and wondered how such a soft thing could be made to feel so hard.