Highland Knight (Medieval Erotic Romance) (The One Knight Collection) (3 page)

“What
were ye…?” she licked at her lips, wondering if she’d sound a fool. “What were
ye talking about with my Da’?”

A
look of puzzlement came across his face at her sudden question but he smiled.
“Ye donnae wannae know about the business o’ men, surely?”

“I
do.”

He
shrugged. “I were explaining my plans for the extension o’ the Sinclair Keep.
Yer father had some good ideas and he was eager to know that his daughter would
be safe.”

Anna
smiled gently and brushed her hand absently across his chest. “Thank ye,
Niall.”

“Lass,
if yer interested, ye can take a look at the plans yerself. It’ll be yer home
after all.”

Her
smile broadened. He was a good man after all. No man had ever spoken to her so
openly, not even her father. She saw it now. Niall would be a good husband and
would respect her. He may be a Sinclair but he was a good match for her. Mayhap
the only match for her.

“Can
I kiss ye again, now yer done interrogating me?” He asked as a hand snaked up
underneath her hair.

“Aye,
if ye insist, Laird Sinclair.”

“Niall,”
he growled as melded his lips to hers.

“Niall,”
she moaned, her body arching up to meet his as his hand caressed her back.

Anna
trailed a path across his exposed collar bone, the only place that she could
find bare flesh and she felt Niall shudder as her finger dipped down slightly.
Her need for this man grew, flaring deep inside of her and blazing through
every limb. His devastating kisses seemed to steal away her very soul and rid
her of all thought.

His
skin scorched under her fingertips, smooth and seductively strong. She forced
her hand further underneath the rough cloth of his shirt, causing the laces to
loosen, and a rumble sounded in Niall’s throat as she stroked his muscled
flesh, causing it to tense under her attentions.

While
she began to revel in the feeling of power his reactions gave her, Niall’s hand
had worked under her skirt and he clutched suddenly at her soft thigh. Anna
cried out at the sudden pulse that gathered between her thighs, just aching for
his touch.

In
a bid to torment him, as he was her, she tore her lips away from his and
brushed kisses down the bristled length of his jaw until she reached his
exposed chest. His hand gripped almost painfully on her thigh as she pressed
fervent, open-mouthed kisses to his tanned skin.

Niall’s
other hand clutched her head to him as he murmured words of ardour to her. Anna
was too consumed to understand what they were, the taste of his salty flesh on
her tongue was unbearably delicious, but she enjoyed the sound of his voice in
the cool night air.

He
fumbled with the broach that pinned her plaid around her neck and cursed as his
large fingers battled with the delicate clasp. Anna’s giggle was cut off as he
stood without warning, dragging her to her feet. She found herself pushed back
against the battlement wall and Niall wrenched her plaid from her, her broach
flying off and ricocheting off the stone. Glancing to her side, she watched as
it tumbled down the length of the keep and disappeared into the darkness.

Niall
pressed his body over hers, drawing her attention back to him. His eyes flashed
with desire as her breasts were crushed under the unyielding strength of his
chest, and his hands came up either side of her head, effectively trapping her.
Her heart raced, not from fear, but from utter desire.

One
hand remained against the wall but the other traced the curve of her side,
following it down until he reached the swell of her hip. His fingers gripped at
her hip before coming around to cup at her bottom. Anna registered the heated
length of his sex as he coaxed her to flatten her hips against his. The pulsing
ache strengthened and she shifted against him.

“Ack,
ye’ll be the death o’ me, lass.”

Anna
just grinned and grabbed at his face to bring him down for a kiss. His stubble
scratched at her tender skin and she savoured it, the slight rasp assuring her
that this was indeed real.

Their
kisses became more frenzied and Niall stopped massaging her bottom, bringing
his hand up between them so he could cup at her aching breasts. His frantic
movements delighted Anna and she writhed underneath him as his manhood pressed
roughly into her. Their breaths came in heavy pants, misting in the air around
them and he kneaded at her flesh mercilessly, pinching at her hardened tips
until she cried out.

“I
cannae control myself, lassie,” he murmured apologetically.

Anna
shook her head. “I donnae want ye too. Touch me again, Niall.”

He
cursed and gripped impatiently at her once more. Anna relished his loss of
control but she was acutely aware that hers was not far from shattering. Niall
tugged anxiously at her tunic, bunching the cloth in his hands so that the
night air tickled at her legs. Fearing it may go the same way as her broach,
she shoved him back so that she could tear it over her head.

He
sucked in a breath as she laughed and tossed it to him. Niall froze
momentarily, his eyes drinking her in as he clutched at the pale cloth.

“Are
ye going to stand there all day, Sinclair?”

His
jaw tensed. “Niall,” he grated out as he deliberately pushed into her, forcing
her back through the gap in the wall.

She
shuddered as the cold stone hit her back and she found herself lying across the
dip in the wall, staring up at the clear night sky. He ran his hands over her
flushed skin, pausing to pluck at her nipples and sliding between her legs.
Niall laid the flat of his palm against the juncture of her thighs, pressing
but remaining agonisingly still. Anna ground against it in frustration and she
noted the satisfaction in his gaze as she moaned.

Drunken
laughter rang out and Anna realised that some of the revellers had taken to
drinking in the courtyard. The thrill of knowing that she was entirely naked in
the arms of this virile man while they drank unknowingly beneath her seemed
incredibly erotic to Anna.

Niall’s
finger dipped several times into her slippery heat, a light teasing touch, and
Anna bit back a scream of exasperation. He traced her folds, his eyes never
leaving hers.

“Niall!”
she cried in anguish, unable to bear it a moment longer.

He
chuckled and pressed deeply into her, causing her back to lift from the stone,
but as she luxuriated in the feeling of such a sweet invasion, he withdrew his
finger and dropped to his knees in front of her. Before she could protest at
the absence of his hand, he had parted her legs and begun kissing up the
delicate skin of her thighs.

Anna’s
eyes widened as she watched his head move closer to her juncture. His eyes
still clung to hers as she lifted her head from the stone to follow his
progress but then his tongue touched at her sex and her head tilted back, her
hair grazing the stone wall. The feeling of Niall’s tongue on her wet flesh
made her forget any discomfort - all she could focus on was the beautifully
decadent sensations that surged through her as his tongue probed her entrance.
Niall swept over her responsive centre, teasing at it before taking it in his
teeth.

Anna
clutched at his shoulders, jerking her hips in time with his licks and sucks.
Her nails dug into his skin but he paid little heed, apparently savouring the
taste of her. Her body began to fold into itself as the pleasure became almost
unbearable, but Niall kept hold of her hips, forcing her to accept the onslaught
of his tongue. His dipped in again and ruthlessly sucked at her until she came
apart, ripples of ecstasy spilling through her.

As
she gathered her breath and collected her senses, Niall came to his feet, a
smug smile stretched across his handsome face. He leant over, pressing his arm
underneath her back and kissing her with an uncommon gentleness. Anna could
taste herself on her lips and the smell of musk hung in the gentle breeze.

“Yer
amazing when ye come, Anna.”

Anna
laughed slightly. “Ye are a scoundrel, Niall Sinclair.”

She
casually wound his plaid into her hands as he drew her up to sitting. The night
air whispered over her skin and she shuddered. Niall held her close and she
drew in the scent of him. With a quick movement, she yanked at his plaid, hearing
the pop of his pin as she tore it from him. He gave a growl of surprise as Anna
pushed him back and threw his plaid to one side. Wariness lingered in his eyes
and she wondered if he expected her to have some form of retribution in mind.

And
she did.

Carefully
pressing into Niall until his back hit the tower wall behind him, she tugged at
the laces of his shirt. As each lace came undone, she followed it with a kiss
to his smooth skin. When they were finally loose, she tugged at the hem,
drawing it up as far as she could manage. She gaped at the sight of his
straining shaft, her stomach clenching with desire.

“So,
the rumours are true.”

Niall
blinked at her, disconcerted by her obvious perusal of him. “What rumours?”

“That
Sinclair men are hung like horses.”

He
chuckled, the sound tinged with relief and Anna liked that she made him feel
vulnerable. Somehow she had power over this strong Highland warrior and she
relished it, knowing that he held the same power over her.

“The
rumours were not true about ye.”

“Watch
yer tongue, Niall Sinclair.”

“Ye
are not the finest lass in Scotland, but surely the finest lass in all o’ the
world.”

Anna
could feel her cheeks flush and Niall ran a finger over her cheek, leading Anna
to believe that even in the dark night he could see her blush. Determined not
to be distracted by his sweet words, she yanked at his shirt until he finally
gave in and tugged it off.

It
was impossible for Anna to hold back her intake of breath at the sight of him.
The moonlight highlighted the raw strength of his chest, a body honed through
many years of fighting. Every part of him was solid yet beautiful. She laid
both hands upon his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart and she
realised that her hands were shaking.

She
laughed inwardly. And she thought she was the one with the power. This Sinclair
warrior seemed to affect her every sense but as they stood naked in front of
each other a peculiar knowledge of their rightness for one another settled in
her heart.

***

Niall
waited, wondering what torment Anna had in mind for him. For a brief moment, he
had thought she intended to strip him naked and it was all some trick, but his
doubts had quickly extinguished when he recognised her need for him.

The
creamy length of her in front of him was almost more than he could take. He
yearned to throw her down and take her then and there but something caused him
to hold back. She had trusted him and now he had to show that he trusted her.
He could feel their bond strengthening with every moment.

Anna
crushed her breasts against him and his fiercely aching manhood pressed into
her stomach. He skimmed his hands up and down her arms as she kissed his chest,
her lips tickling down the plane of his stomach. The tip of his member brushed
at her chin and he fought the urge to thrust. She kissed lower still,
apparently determined to kiss everywhere apart from the one place that he so desperately
wanted her to.

He
gritted his teeth in restraint and he closed his eyes as she dropped to her
knees. Anna kissed at his hips and his thighs, her hair brushing over him, and
he jerked with a moan. He felt her smile against him and then suddenly the heat
of her mouth was wrapped about him, sucking desperately. Niall cried out in
surprise and stared down at her. Her eyes met his, a satisfied glint in them,
and he knew he’d never seen anything more sensual. God’s blood, this woman
would be the undoing of him.

His
control close to breaking point, he tore her from him and hauled her to her
feet. Anna squealed in surprise as he picked her up and placed her heavily on
the dip in the wall. He claimed her mouth, coaxing her to draw her legs about
his hips. Aware of the steep drop behind her, Niall wrapped his arms around
her, holding her secure in his embrace.

Her
sweet heat beckoned and he explored her entrance as she bucked against him.
With a curse and one swift plunge, he filled her to the hilt, drawing a sharp
cry from her. The feeling of her clenching around him shuttered out any common
sense and the realisation of having just found his soul mate fisted almost
painfully at his heart.

The
world came into focus slowly as they both adjusted to the feel of each other
and he noted Anna’s stricken face. He kissed her tenderly, cursing his
impatience.

“Did
I hurt ye?”

“Nay…aye…a
little…it’s just that…”

“Ye
love me.”

“Aye.”

“I
think I love ye too, lass.”

She
grinned and kissed him, a kiss full of passion and love, and he began to shift
against her. Anna gripped at his neck, eagerly pressing onto him. He plunged
slowly at first but it was not long until his need for her overtook him once
more and he began to rock faster, taking her harder and deeper with each thrust.