Page 117 of The Scotsman


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Nora watched him watch her as she ground herself against him. “You feel so good inside me,” she breathed. “I think I can feel you all the way to my womb.”

Ewan moaned at her words and at the thought of his seed taking root there. He had long ago given up the hopes of a wife and children.

But as he watched her, he wanted those things now. He wanted to see her belly grow with his child. Wanted to hold her in his arms as she suckled his baby.

He could imagine no better paradise.

She came calling his name.

Ewan thrust himself against her, then growled as his own release came swiftly and carried him away to a place that only Nora had ever shown him.

She collapsed on top of him, carefully avoiding his wound. “What is it about you that makes me crave you so?” she asked innocently.

“I know not, my lady. I only pray that whatever it is, you never grow immune to it.”

She smiled at that and slid herself off him.

They cleaned themselves and then Nora helped redress him.

He settled down near the horse on the damp ground. Nora lay down beside him and cuddled close.

She went to sleep while mumbling to him about the stars.

Ewan watched to her as she slept on him, but his own sleep didn’t come. He didn’t dare let it.

So he lay for hours, listening to the night, grateful that the MacKaids hadn’t found them.

At least not yet.

Every time he dared to doze, he immediately came awake with a jerk.

As dawn approached, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

Eleven

“Nora,” Ewan breathed, shaking her awake.

She woke up slowly. “Aye?”

“Someone’s coming.”

She jerked up instantly. “Where?”

Ewan indicated the direction with a tilt of his head. He pushed himself to his feet, then hid her behind a shrub.

He grabbed a limb from the ground and waited in the early dawn light for whoever it was to show himself.

The footsteps drew closer.

Closer...

He lifted the branch.

Someone sounded as if they stumbled and then a curse rang out. “Oh bloody hell, that hurt!”

Laughing at the words, Ewan breathed a sigh of relief as he heard Viktor’s voice.

“Sh, Viktor, you’d wake the dead,” Cat said, but he still couldn’t see either one of them.