The Highlander’s Witch (29 page)

When he was done, Aiden stood with her arms in his hands looking down on her bent head, concerned when she still had not said anything.

Quietly sighing, he removed a ring from his finger and held it out to her.

Skye looked at the band in silence, unmoving for a long time before taking it with both hands. Pressing her lips against it, she leaned into Aiden’s chest and cried softly while he held her, smoothing a hand over her wet locks and gritting his teeth at the horror he knew she had endured.

At the encouragement of Anna, who wanted to be as far away as possible from where they had been captured, they had ridden as long as possible with breaks throughout the day until it became late and needed to stop for the night.

Now they sat before a fire, the sun making its final journey behind the hills as Aiden held Skye on his lap.

“I hope Sarah is okay. She’s so close to having her baby and I can imagine how much effort she put into helping you.” Skye whispered, staring into the flames.

Aiden closed his eyes briefly in gratitude that Skye had finally spoken and nuzzled his jaw into her hair and, for the second time, calmly told her what he knew.

“Yer
piuthar-màthar
made it very clear that yer sister would be closely watched an, as soon as her part was done, she would be in bed an she would check on ye on the morrow.”

“Sounds like Aunt Gladys.” She looked up at the tent beyond the flames. “I hope someone will get me if Anna needs me. I worry about her and the baby after what she’s been through.”

“What of yer needs,
mo
ghaol
? What do ye need?”

He waited patiently for an answer, when one didn’t seem to come, he rested his jaw on top of her head and remained quiet thinking she had gone back inside herself.

“You.”

He frowned wondering if he had heard her correctly. “What did ye say, lass?”

“You asked what I needed.” She said almost absently. “I need you. I need what you are doing right now; letting me get through what has happened without overwhelming me with questions. I need your warmth to keep the cold away.”

She turned in his arms and tucked her side against his stomach, her arms looping around his waist, legs curled up and her head resting against his shoulder.

More time passed in silence.

If it hadn’t been for her hold around his waist Aiden would have thought she’d fallen asleep.

“I keep thinking about Rory.”

Aiden said nothing. He knew telling her to not think about it was irrational so he waited.

“We were bound to a stake and forced to watch everything. I wanted so badly to do something—anything—to take away his pain. The things they did to him.” She shuddered at the memories. “It’s why I never watch horror movies. Why would anyone desire to do things so . . . so . . . vicious?”

Not understanding everything she was saying, he knew enough of what she spoke, having seen the results of what had happened to Rory prior to the man’s burial. He had also done many of the same things to the Reivers man when trying to extract information from him.

Aiden hated that she had to go through this but knew it was essential for the real healing could begin so he remained silent as she sorted through the events.

“I was so conflicted. I needed so badly to heal him but I knew if I did, it would only prolong his pain and that man, that little weasel of a man, would have enjoyed torturing him more. He was mad, insane.” She buried in closer, her voice breaking. “So I did nothing.”

“That be the smartest thin for ye to do, lass. As ye said, it would have only prolonged his pain an it would have made it worse for ye an Anna had he but kenned of yer magic.” He held her closer, his brogue deepening with emotions. “We be very thankful ye dinna do anythin.”

She turned again and came to her knees, taking his face into her hands. “I need you to take me away. Somewhere where no one can see or hear us, and I need you to take these images from my head—if only for a little while.”

Their eyes searched each other’s for a moment until she spoke again. “Please.”

He came to his feet, draping the skins they sat on over his shoulders before pulling her up with him and scooping her into his powerful arms.

Aiden whistled low for his hounds to follow then took her deeper into the forest.

He sat her on her feet gently while looking into her eyes, the animals curling at the base of a tree not far away.

When she stood on her toes and kissed him softly on the lips, he took the skins, laid them out on the forest floor, then took her by the hand and brought her closer to him.

Holding her in his arms, hands at her waist, thumbs caressing the shirt he had put under her torn gown, he kissed the top of her head.

Skye’s hands slipped back to cup his cheeks and she lifted her face to kiss him.

“I love how you smell, like wood and leather.” She inhaled deeply. “Like something that comes from my darkest fantasies.”

When she looked up at him, he found a sparkle in her eyes where last there had been a dull stare, and his cock hardened at the smile that tilted from the corner of her mouth.

He eased the shirt from her body then cupped the bared breasts before him.

Refusing to think of why the gown was torn, he lowered his head and suckled at the puckered nipple, warming it with his breath and watching as it pebbled.

Her hands were still about his face and she arched her body to get closer, her head thrown back as his teeth traced her sensitive flesh.

With one hand holding the small of her back, he removed the tattered gown from her shoulders.

When she tried to help, he took the fabric and bound her hands behind her back before gently easing her to the furs, ensuring her comfort before kissing her shoulders and over her neck to where he gently lapped at the steadily increasing pulse before heading to the mounds thrust before him.

Skye whimpered at his gentle caresses, trying to free her hands to pull him tighter so his body would press against hers and whimpered when she wasn’t able to.

“Aiden.” She moaned in frustration when his tongue laved circles around her puckered nipples.

“Aye, lass?”

“You know what I need.”

He chuckled around the underside of her breast, blowing lightly over the fevered flesh.

“Nay, methinks ye should tell me.”

When Aiden grabbed her skirts, he grinned as she pressed with her heels and shoulders to lift up so he could pull her dress up with ease. When he placed a leg between hers and pushed her thighs open, she smiled in pleasure.

She was wet with need.

The way her body writhed under him, how her scent enveloped him and the light keening sounds she made letting him know she needed more, had his vision narrowed to red.

His cock strained and everything inside him wanted to burst out, to conquer and control, to take and plunder. Everything felt raw and animalistic and still he fought for control. He wanted to give her gentleness instead of the harshness she had been forced to endure.

She wiggled, trying to get out of his grasp. “You need to let my hands go, Aiden.”

He lifted his head and brought his body up so he could smile wickedly down at her.

“I do, aye? I be no so sure of that, lass.”

“I am sure of it, Aiden.” She protested. “I want to feel you. I have to touch you.”

She stopped her struggles and looked him square in the eyes. “That’s what I need.”

He sighed heavily as if in thought.

“Pleeeease.” She begged prettily.

“Och, lass, I do so enjoy the way ye beg.” He grinned wickedly before easing her hands from behind her back.

Hands free, she slipped them under his loose shirt and dragged the cloth up as her nails skipped over his flesh, feeling the goose bumps from her touch.

Pressing her pelvis against his thigh, he allowed her to push the fabric over his head and traced the hard naked skin, seeing with her hands what the darkening sky kept from her eyes.

The nails traveling down his ribcage while she rubbed her pussy teasingly against his leg was almost more than he could take.

“Ye need to remove yer braise, lass.” He grunted.

“Nay, Aiden;
Ye
need to remove me braise.”

Aiden looked into her face and saw the saucy glint from the dying light.

“Ye donna ken what ye do to me.” He growled.

“Ah, but I do.”

Rising up, he placed both knees between her legs before he gripped her undergarments. Watching her face, he tore them from her body, gritting his teeth as she gasped and opened her legs wider. Her scent invaded his nostrils and he removed his leather trews before settling between her thighs to rub his cock in her wetness.

“Oh, yes.” She shifted trying to slide him into her. “Inside. Fill me.”

Refusing to lose himself to her wishes, he gripped her thighs and eased them up and out while he kissed his way down her stomach, placing her knees over his shoulders to bury his tongue deep into her wet pussy.

She threw back her head and cried out as her knees stretched further and her heels pressed into his back to bring him unconsciously closer.

Two fingers slicked over her opening, coated in her juices they eased inside her and pressed down.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!”

When more of her nectar flowed from her damp pussy, he brought his wet fingers back between her cheeks and swirled around her tight hole. Pressing the flat of his tongue against her clit, he eased a finger through the puckered opening and she cried out again.

“Relax for me,
mo
ghaol,
an I promise to make this pleasurable for ye.”

Skye’s body was a whirlwind of pleasure. Already feeling the need to explode, she tried hard to relax as she took a deep breath to steady herself.

Sweet juices flowed from her pussy and he used it to coat her ass even further then slipped a finger in, feeling the ring grip it before she took an uneven breath and relaxed. He slid it in slowly to his first knuckle while distracting her with his mouth.

“One more,
leanabh
.”

She groaned, every nerve ending coming alive where his fingers and tongue teased, and when he eased another coated finger inside she exploded with pleasure.

So sudden was her climax, her breathe stopped and then her hands flew to her mouth as she screamed, her body arching as a tidal wave of electricity shot through her and centered back to his tongue and fingers.

“Oh! Oh, please no more! Oh, my God, please. Too much.” She gasped through rapid breaths, her limbs shaking.

“Nay, lass, tis only the beginnin.”

He kept his fingers inside her and stretched her further as he worked them slowly open then closed, his tongue had stopped the torturous play on her clit that helped her through the sudden climax and now it lapped at the juices flowing from her.

She moaned as her body sank to the furs beneath her. “Please.”

“Ye shall feel me cock as it enters ye, lass.”

“Oh, God.”

“An then ye shall feel me cock as it becomes buried inside ye here.”

He pushed his two fingers gently deeper into her ass and felt her tighten before relaxing her grip after taking a slow breath.

“Tis a good girl.”

How those simple words made her soar, her body coming back to life as his ministrations with his tongue played once again with her clit, his fingers stretching her more.

“Come, lass, I want ye on yer hands an knees.”

He helped her up and gently turned her over, pressing her shoulders down and her knees apart.

“Arch yer back so yer arse be high.” He encouraged.

She blushed furiously but when the fingers of his other hand slipped inside her pussy, her body automatically did as he asked.

She pressed her face against the furs, her arms bent at the elbows so her hands were above her head.

She never felt so exposed, so embarrassed, and so wet.

“Och, lass, ye make a beautiful sight in the moonlight.”

She felt him shift before his whiskered face nipped at one of her cheeks. She caught her breath at how sensitive her skin was and then wiggled against him, grinning when he licked over the mark, smiling wider when he chuckled at her response.

He took more of her juices and coated around her back entrance as he played with her clit.

“Ye ken what I will do, lass?” He slipped a finger back in before gently sliding in a second.

She felt calm, as funny as that might have sounded, this position that exposed her most private parts to his gaze made her feel free and she wanted to give herself to him this way.

“I want this too.” She replied as she nodded.

He played gently with her opening, sliding in two fingers then easing them out before repeating the process, never forgetting about the swelling bud above her pussy.