He did his best to bait me at every opportunity, despite Euphemia’s sharp rebukes whenever she caught the murderous glint lingering too long in his eyes. At least I knew now that I wasn’t the only one who saw it.
And now he lived with us.
I had no doubt he would try to poison my tea the moment he learned about the baby.
I leaned in and breathed Euphemia in. Her scent hit me like an opiate—slow, grounding, irresistible. My body eased, tension melting away.
I sighed.
For her sake, I wouldn’t rip his insolent backside apart.
“Why are ye sighing so heavily this morning?” Euphemia murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
I glanced down to find her eyes still closed.
“How easy is it to cultivate wolfsbane here?”
One eye opened. Then the other. Her hand slid over my chest, settling directly atop our bond.
“He willnae poison ye,” she said softly.“More likely he’ll try tae stab ye with one o’the weapons displayed in the library.”
I frowned. Why hadn’t I thought of that? There was an old Viking axe and a heavy sword etched with Celtic markings. He could easily—
Euphemia chuckled.
“Ye ken he disnae hate ye. He enjoys teasing ye,” she said, curling her fingers around the back of my neck.“Why dae ye always fall fur it?”
She pressed her breasts against me, arching her back until my hand slid instinctively to cup her arse.
“I think you should make it up to me,” I murmured, skimming my fingertips lower until I reached her sweet cunt.
“Is that right?” she purred, slipping her hand between us to grip my morning cock.
I leaned in to kiss her—
A sharp knock rattled the door.
She yanked her hand away.
“Euphemia, Morag wants tae know—”
Ranald.
“Leave’em be, boy,” Callum’s voice boomed from somewhere down the hall.
They bickered for a moment before silence fell again.
Just as I was preparing to resume my arduous intentions, Euphemia sat up.
“I’d better see what Morag needed,” she said, throwing the covers aside.
“And what, pray tell, am I supposed to do with this?” I asked, gesturing pointedly at the bulge beneath the covers.
“I’ll be quick,” she said, slipping into the nightdress I’d tossed on the floor the night before.
“So will I,” I groaned as she shrugged into her robe.
“Yer knot willnae be,” she replied, strolling over to pat my cheek.
