Highlander Undone (Highland Bound Book 5)

HIGHLANDER
UNDONE

An Erotic Novel

The Highland Bound Series

Book Five

Eliza Knight

Table of Contents

COPYRIGHT © 2016 ELIZA KNIGHT

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Epilogue

Moon Magic

Exclusive Exceprt

More Books by Eliza Knight

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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FIRST EDITION

January 2016

COPYRIGHT © 2016 ELIZA KNIGHT

HIGHLANDER UNDONE © 2016 Eliza Knight. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part or the whole of this book may be reproduced, distributed, transmitted or utilized (other than for reading by the intended reader) in ANY form (now known or hereafter invented) without prior written permission by the author. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal, and punishable by law. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional and or are used fictitiously and solely the product of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, places, businesses, events or locales is purely coincidental.

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Published by Knight Media, LLC

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Dedication

For all of my wonderful readers. Every day I write is a joy because of you
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Chapter One

Scottish Highlands

Nearly spring, 1544

Winter had been quiet. Too quiet.

Shona Fraser ran a finger over the frost-slickened stone outside of her bedchamber window, the crystals melting in the wake of her heated fingertip. Below, in the courtyard, the castle was slowly coming to life. The blacksmith and tanner, the armorer and the fletcher, all trudging toward their work huts, their footsteps leaving prints on the frosty ground. Servants stumbled their way toward the castle, their breaths puffing in clouds. Workers headed toward the fields to tend the thawing earth.

Spring was coming. The days were growing warmer. No longer was a fur-lined mantle required unless the sun had set.

A misty film covered the ground as the sun slowly burned off the remnants of frost. Within a few hours the rising sun would warm the air by twenty degrees or more.

Why, just yesterday, Shona had traipsed barefoot in her small medicinal herb garden, though not for too long.

“It’s quiet,” her husband Ewan said, coming up behind her. He pressed his lips to her bare shoulder, his hands sliding over her hips, settling into place.

Moments like this, tender and comforting, made her pause and give thanks. A slow smile crept on her lips as she leaned her head back onto his shoulder. She knew all too well that precious moments such as this could be shattered like a hammer hitting glass. “Our enemies have been hibernating just like the animals.”

“Aye. With spring dawning, they will soon awaken.”

Shona nodded, leaning her head back and reaching up to dredge her fingers in her husband’s luscious hair. “But maybe we dinna have to awaken just yet.”

Ewan pressed his hard cock to her bare buttocks. “Too late.”

She giggled, turning in his arms to gaze into his crystal-blue eyes, as sparkling as the morning frost and as blue as a summer sky. Every time she looked at him he reminded her of a golden god. Hair the color of gold coins, with matching brows that slashed in arches on his broad forehead. Angled bone structure and a strong, chiseled jaw. His nose bore a distinct notch where it had been broken several times. A wide mouth with full lips that brought to mind every kiss they’d ever shared.
“That makes two of us.” Lifting up on her tiptoes she bit his chin and then pressed her lips to his. Soft warmth and delicious need.

No matter how many times she’d kissed him, every time felt fresh and delightful.

Ewan kissed her back, taking possession of what she offered. His hands cupped her face. His tongue delved to taste her mouth. His hard body melded to hers, warming her completely. She sighed with pleasure, her entire body coming alive, tingling. Her hardened nipples grazed his chest, her breasts felt heavy. Thighs quivered.

“My desire for ye never wanes,” he murmured, sliding his lips over her throat, sucking at where her pulse beat.

Shona was going to answer, but the only sound that came out was a moan as his mouth clamped onto her nipple, sucking hard. Ewan growled, a primal sound that sent a shiver racing over her already tingling limbs. As though she weighed no more than a feather, he lifted her up. On instinct, she wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his neck. She gasped in shock and outrage when he sat her on the cold stone sill of the open window.

“Ewan!” She held onto him tighter.

“No one can see up here,” he teased, his wiggling brows and crooked grin altogether wicked.

“If I can see down, they can most certainly see up.” She peered over her shoulder, feeling heat rise to her face at the thought of the blacksmith viewing her bare arse as he pounded molten steel into some sort of weapon.

“Then they will see the captain of the guard taking a very naughty lass into custody. What shall your punishment be?”

Shona giggled and squirmed. “Take me down from here, else I arch my back in pleasure too much and fall out of the window.”

“Och, I’d not thought of that.” Ewan lifted her up. “Where else can I place this verra pretty arse?”

“How about the bed?” she asked, leaning forward to nip his ear and whisper, “I want to climb all over ye.”

“Then that is the verra last place I shall put ye! For I am the conqueror this morn.”

Shona laughed, and Ewan gently bit her shoulder as he twirled her around and finally settled himself on a chair with her straddling him. She shuddered at the delicious contact of his hard shaft slicking between her folds. Oh, how she wanted him inside her. She wiggled, the slight movement situating the head of his cock at her entrance.

Shona toyed with his hair and leaned close to whisper in his ear. “This was a bad choice for ye, captain.” She flicked her tongue over his earlobe and then softly nibbled.

Ewan’s breath was harsh against her neck, and when he spoke his voice had a gravelly edge. “Why is that?”

She shook her head. “Ye know verra well why.” Shona reached between them, gripped his thick, pulsing cock and glided the head back and forth between her drenched folds.

Ewan groaned. “Och, I’ve now given ye the power.”

“Will ye take it back?” she teased, her voice lowering, huskier, the power of how she could wield him in this position making her hotter. She continued to torment him—and herself, for every time the head of his cock slid against her nub of pleasure she jerked with need.

His hard shaft grew thicker in her grasp, and she grinned with knowing, as she slid her tongue over his neck, her teeth scraping on his Adam’s apple.

“Oh, aye,” he growled.

A wicked smile curved his mouth as he grabbed hold of her hips, shifted in the seat and then thrust upward. They both cried out at the invasion and the whip of erotic sensation lashing them both.

“Ye may be on top, but I’ve got the upper hand.” His thumb grazed over her pleasure pearl and he bent forward to lick her nipple at the same time.

Shona gripped the back of his neck, her fingernails scratching upward, into his hair, and then she yanked. Hard. When he gave in, his head falling back, she playfully bit the sensitive spot at the crook of his neck, then licked and sucked where she’d wounded. Ewan drove his cock inside her ravenous body at the same time he landed a smack to her arse that cracked the air and left a pleasurable sting on her flesh.

This was a fun game they played. Push and pull. Power plays. Who was the conqueror? Who would surrender?

Three hard knocks on the door made them both stiffen. Shona glared down at her husband. But he held a finger to his lips and shook his head, then slowly continued to thrust upward, his cock filling her, his pelvis crushing to hers in shivery strokes.

Biting her lip to keep her cries of pleasure from escaping, her head fell back and for the moment, she allowed him to take over, but only for a moment. That was, until she realized she was completely without control and at his whim. Surrender inched closer.

Shona was going to let him win, because her body was wound taut, and pleasure radiated from every nerve. She wanted him. Needed this. Had to have it. Ewan grasped her chin, bringing her forward until their lips met, swallowing her cries as he continued to move inside her. He held tight to her hips, forcing her into a rocking rhythm in which he set the pace.

“Captain!” More knocks.

They ignored them. Their breathing hitched. Their pleasure growing to an intensity that left her gasping for air.

She was close to coming apart. Shona increased her pace, pushing against his grip on her hips, riding him as though her life depended on it. When the first tremblings of her climax began, she sucked on his lower lip. Ewan growled, thrusting harder, kissing her deeper to gulp her moans of gratification. The faster she moved, the harder he thrust, and then she was there, her body sparking, her insides quaking, pleasure bursting, limbs trembling, skin prickling. She cried out, and Ewan groaned beneath her, his own body shuddering and pulsing between her thighs.

Their movements slowed, bodies still quaking, heartbeats pounding, until she collapsed, her forehead falling to his, and she kissed him tenderly.