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“Me neither.” He brushed the sweat-soaked hair from her face. “After me faither died, I found a letter, from me faither tae Rollo. But I found it first.” He buried his face in Maddison’s breasts as he pulled out of her, then thrust in again. Harder this time, so that she moaned against his lips.

“Me faither was obsessed with destroyin’ yer clan. He was betrothed tae yer maither once, but she fell in love with yer faither and ran away with him. Me faither never forgave her. In the letter, he said he wanted Rollo tae carry on his work of destruction after his death. I could nae stand the thought of ye being in danger, nor yer family. The only way tae protect ye was tae have ye close.”

“And the only way ye could have me close was tae marry me,” she murmured, rising up and then back down again, her muscles tightening around him and causing her to speed up.

“Right,” he muttered, his thrusts gaining momentum as Maddison moved ever more urgently upon him, her breasts bouncing against his face. “And I kent ye’d never agree tae wed me. So, I went tae see the King.”

They were both panting hard now and hanging on to each other as if for dear life, kissing, sucking, biting any naked flesh they could find. Maddison thought she had experienced wonder before, when Odhrán had taught her what pleasure was with his mouth and hands. But the intoxicating energy she felt gripping her now as he moved inside her, surging up through her entire body, was like nothing she had ever imagined existed. And best of all, she could feel it in Odhrán too. She realized that just as he was bringing her to the peak of ecstasy, so was she him. The thought sent her over the edge.

“Och, God, Odhrán, Odhrán!” she cried out in her frenzy, feeling him stiffening inside her as the pleasure overwhelmed her. And then came a great rush, where they clung to each other, and she heard him cry out her name.

“Maddison, me Maddison!”

It was at that moment that she knew she was in love with her husband, and that she had been for a good, long time.

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CHAPTER TWENTY

Odhrán was dreaming again. This time, it was a happy dream, of him lying warm in the bed, snuggled up together with Maddison, his arms around her, a leg thrown possessively across her hip, while her head and arm rested on his chest as she slept peacefully, a smile on her beautiful face.

Suddenly, the lovely dream was shattered, the peace obliterated by the loud clanging of bells. He sat up abruptly, along with Maddison. She clutched at his chest; her face white.

“What is it, Odhrán?” she cried, the terror in her voice tearing at his heart.

“’Tis the signal tae say we’re bein’ attacked,” he told her, leaping from the bed.

She gasped in alarm. “Rollo!”

“Aye, most likely,” Odhrán confirmed. “And ’tis nae good because many of me troops are away guardin’ the borders, and he kens it.”

“Oh, God! What can I dae tae help?” she asked, feeling the urgent need to aid him as much as she could. The bells suddenly stopped, leaving his ears ringing. Everything had an air of unreality, but he steeled himself to act the laird that he was, determined to see Rollo off once and for all.

“Lock the door after I’ve gone, and dinnae let anyone in unless ’tis me or one of the braithers. Get dressed and stay here,” he told her urgently, buckling on his sword belt.

“I cannae just sit here like a lemon and wait. Ye have tae let me help somehow. There’ll be wounded. I can help Alana tae tend tae them. Please, Odhrán!” she begged, already up and pulling on her clothes.

He thought for a moment before he nodded. “All right, ye can help Alana. But be very careful. I’ll protect ye with me life, Maddison, but ye have tae dae as I say so I can keep ye safe. Come on, I’ll escort ye tae the infirmary.”

Minutes later, he opened the door to the hallway. It was empty, so they stepped out, Odhrán leading the way, his claymore in his hand and holding Maddison’s with the other. The nearer they got to the stairs, the louder the disturbance became. There was a familiar distant clamor, the shouts of many men and steel clashing against steel, that Odhrán knew meant battle.

His senses heightened, and his body filled with a powerful energy, long conditioned for fighting. He could almost smell the blood. And with Maddison’s hand in his, this time he knew what he was fighting for, and that he would willingly die to protect it.

They rushed out of the keep into the courtyard. He was confident that nothing could get through the gate, and looking up, saw his bowmen ranged across the battlements of the towering curtain wall, the silhouette of Tadgh directing them clear against the skyline. Satisfied his captains had the matter in hand for the moment, he pulled Maddison along behind him, heading for the infirmary, desperate to make sure she was safe before joining the fighting.