Page 83 of Highlander’s Evil Side

Hendry nodded. “We would be happy to have ye. Now,” he frowned and looked around, “if ye excuse us, we have three little ones to find. Wish us luck,” he added with a chuckle.

Beitris sighed as she watched Peigi and Hendry disappear into the crowd, reminded that not so long ago, she envied their love and their life together. Her gaze lifted to Fraser, finding him staring down at her lovingly. He turned her gently towards the door, guiding her smoothly past several village heads and soldiers drinking in the corner. She no longer felt any envy towards her friends; for now, she had found exactly what she always wanted.

As soon as they were out of the hall, she was pressed against the wall. The stone dug at her back while Fraser claimed her mouth. His hands stroked her face, her arms, her waist. He pulled at her skirts, and she chuckled while pushing him away.

“Fraser,” she whispered as soon as she looked around at the dark and empty corridor. “This is nae place for such things.”

“I cannot seem to keep my hands from ye,” Fraser breathed while taking a step back. “Ye look so beautiful.”

Beitris grasped his hand and ran, giggling while tugging him down the hall with her. “Then come,” she called over her shoulder. “For I cannot wait any longer either.”

Fraser’s laughter echoed through the darkness. Beitris followed the torches, lighting the way, allowing her body to guide her to her rooms, but before she could turn the corner, a sharp tug on her wrist stopped her. She turned to Fraser, finding him standing and watching her, a nervous look in his eye while he smiled softly at her.

“If ye don’t mind, my lady,” Fraser whispered while closing the distance between them. He took her hand and pressed it against his chest, where his heart laid. “Perhaps, ye could join me in my chamber this night.”

Beitris’s eyes widened as something inside her fluttered, bringing heat to her core and making her head dizzy with delight.

Fraser stroked a lock of her behind her ear, and she leaned into the touch, enjoying his warmth. “‘Tis a special night after all.”

Beitris nodded. She watched him turn around, allowed him to guide her down a different path. She had traversed these halls often but never had she gone to Fraser’s rooms, never had she seen where he laid his head every night. Her steps took her to a room lying at the end of the hall. They stopped before the door—the wood of it staring back at her. Fraser’s gaze remained on hers as he opened it and guided her inside.

She stopped in the middle of Fraser’s chambers, looking around at the shelves filled with books and papers. A desk rested in front of a window, filled with papers. A quill and ink rested in one corner. There was only one window, which caught her attention. The view before her caught her breath. The sun was dipping below the fields, highlighting the highlands in hues of gold and red. She could make out the forest in the distance.

Her body stilled for a moment at the feel of Fraser’s hands on her shoulders, at the feel of his nose nuzzling her. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed while leaning into his touch.

“Yer beautiful,” said Fraser while turning her around.

Beitris gazed up at him as he untied her dress, his fingers shaking and fumbling with the string. She went up onto her toes, kissing him and pressing her entire body into him. He moaned as her hands slid up his front. She pulled at the tie holding his hair back, and dropped it onto the floor before burying her hands into his silky locks.

Fraser deepened the kiss. His hands became frenzied. Her leg lifted to his hip, and he seized it, holding it there while he bucked against her. Beitris gasped, but Fraser swallowed it. The ties to her dress were undone, and she helped him push the garment down until she was just in her underclothes. His hands stroked up and down her back. With each touch, he moved slightly farther down until he was cupping her bottom and holding her to him.

Beitris tossed back her head, feeling something stiff digging into her core and heating her insides. Her leg on his hip tightened around him. Fraser’s kisses moved to her throat, growing more hurried and needy. He clutched her to him before she felt her foot leaving the ground. She gasped, looking around as he carried her to his bed.

He was gentle as he laid her onto the mattress. She reached for him as he moved away from her, feeling the cold and wishing for his return. Fraser chuckled while tugging at his leine, pulling it over his head. “Now, now, Beitris,” he said. “Patience, my love.”

Beitris licked her bottom lip. She rolled herself over, crawling to him with a mischievous grin. “Patience, ye say,” she said with a teasing lilt. “Weren’t ye the one who was about to have his way in the hall?”

Fraser released a shuddering breath that pulled at her. Her hands slipped to his tights. Her gaze drifted down to his boots, watching as his feet stumbled to kick them off. She chuckled, her finger stroking his well-defined waist, circling around his navel before sliding down the bulge at his front.

Fraser’s hiss caught her attention. His gaze was filled with desire. His nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched. “Ye shouldn’t do that, Beitris,” he breathed. “I may not be able to control myself.”

Beitris chuckled and stroked the front of his tights once more, earning a low groan. “I thought ye asked for patience?”

Fraser growled low in his throat, taking her shoulders and pressing her firmly down into the bed. He moved efficiently, stripping his tights from his body and crawling on top of her. Beitris giggled as he grasped her undergarments, wrenching them over her head before capturing her mouth again. He kissed her as if he was a starved man. He moaned as if he was tasting boar for the first time. Beitris wanted more of him, wanted more of his loss of control.

He wrenched away from her lips and kissed a path down her front. Her back arched as his tongue circled her nipple, sucking it into his mouth for too short a time.

“Fraser,” she gasped, her hands wrapping around his neck. She opened her legs, wanting him inside her desperately. “Fraser.”

Fraser moaned and continued on his path. His fingers pinched and prodded her nipples as he kissed her stomach, her hip. She bit her lip as strangled cries threatened to pour out of her, but she didn’t know how much longer she could go on. Her entire body felt as if it was soaring out of the bed.

Her eyes widened, and she gasped sharply, nearly wrenching off the bed when she felt his tongue on something she thought could never be. “Fraser,” she moaned, her head tossing and turning as it circled around the little nub hidden in her curls. “What are- what is—”

Fraser lifted his head, and Beitris cried out, surprised at herself and the way her body trembled from his ministrations. “Do ye not like it?”

Beitris opened her mouth and promptly closed it. Her face heated as she struggled with the words, feeling embarrassed by what she wanted and what was polite decorum. “Well, I—”

Something mischievous gleamed back at her in Fraser’s gaze, and she watched that wicked tongue escape his mouth. Her body arched as he licked her in that spot again, and her hands gripped the blankets below her.