He touched her again, at the same time capturing her mouth, kissing her wildly. Every primal male instinct he had was screaming at him to drive into her, quickly drowning out all conscious thought.
Not yet… too soon…
But Willa pulled her shift higher, and moved her hips so that now the head of his cock slid against her opening.The little vixen. Drust’s breathing was ragged, and his body trembled with the effort it was taking to control the urge to thrust forward.I was going to take it slow…She arched against him, and just like that, he was lost. He drove into her with an animal growl and held himself there for a moment, deep inside of her.This is what it feels like, to be truly bound to another soul, to share your body, and your heart.It was ecstasy.
He moved within her, and she gasped, raising her legs to wrap them around his buttocks, pulling him deeper. Drust groaned and his body shook with the effort to hold back. He wanted to thrust into her so hard and so fast… his bodyneededit.
“More…”, she whispered, writhing against him. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, and once again, his control snapped.
He pounded into her, barely aware when she cried out and her body gripped his convulsively. He was so close… so close…
The incredible pressure built at the base of his spine, mind-numbing pleasure cresting up towards the point of pain. He was going to come…have to pull out… have to… But oh god, he didn’t want to. He wanted to come deep inside of her, his most primitive instinct clamoring at him to give her his seed.No… At the last possible second, he won the battle, pulling out and with a roar, letting his hot semen pulse onto her bare stomach.
It felt wrong. He felt empty.
He rolled to the side and rose to get a linen towel from the wash stand. He carefully cleaned her off before lying down beside her and pulling her into his arms. Though she said nothing to him, only stroked his skin until she fell asleep with her cheek against his chest, he knew she felt as denied as he did.
Chapter 17
The next morning, they left for Creagmor… and her new life, well, her new beginning, anyway.Willa had packed all of her belongings into one small trunk, which Drust had eyed incredulously.
“That’s all ye have?”
“Well, yes. There were a few things I left in London, but I’ve never needed much. I’ve never had many things.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I dinna ken much about women’s things, but I ken they are supposed to have more thanthat.” He gestured to the trunk. “When we reach Creagmor, I’ll see that ye have more things. No woman of mine will go without when I can provide her with the verra best.”
“But I really don’t need…”
“I say ye do.”
With that he picked up the trunk and carried it to the waiting wagon.
With a shrug, Willa took one last look around her former chamber, and went down to the hall. James and Maura were waiting there to see her off. Her smile wobbled a little with unshed tears as she went to them, hugging first Maura, then James.
“I owe ye thanks little sister”, James said. “Because of ye we have our home back. And… there will always be a place for ye here, if things dinna work out…”
“You don’t owe me thanks. I did nothing but foolishly get myself captured. One way or another, you would have claimed your birthright, James. And I know I will be happy at Creagmor. You will both come to visit, once things are settled?”
“Aye, of course we will.”
***
Willa’s first impression of Creagmor was that it was breathtaking. Towers soaring to the sky, green fields and even greener forests, and neat little cottages strewn about with smoke curling up from their chimneys. It was absolutely idyllic. She looked over at Drust and saw that he was watching her, as if he were waiting to see what she thought of his home.
“It’s beautiful”, she told him. “I can’t wait to see everything, and meet everyone.”
His face lit with pride. This had been the Mac Coinnach stronghold for nearly a thousand years, it was in their very blood, and her approval was important to him.
As they rode through the gates and into the bailey, curious people began peering out windows and appearing from doorways. Willa suddenly felt a little nervous. She was, after all, a stranger here. And worse… she had been raised in England. Not exactly a preferred match for a Mac Coinnach son. Bren was chief, and he seemed to approve, but what about everyone else? Would she fit in here? That question was all the more important, because her place was with Drust. And his place was here.
Stopping near the stables, Drust slid off his mount and reached to help her from hers.
“Dinna look so worried, lass. No one here bites.” He leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “Except ye, but I like it when ye bite me. Tonight, ye shall bite me until I cry for mercy.”
She smiled and swatted his arm, but by then Bren was approaching with a beautiful woman on his arm. She must be his wife, Faith. Willa realized that she knew absolutely nothing about her soon to be sister-in-law, though if the warm smile Faith offered her was any indication, she knew she would like her.
She reached for Willa’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m Faith, welcome to Creagmor. You don’t know how excited I am to have another woman living in the castle! At the moment we are greatly outnumbered by the men and I could sure use some help making the keep pretty.” She winked at Bren, who scowled at her.
