Taming the Wild Highlander 04 (34 page)

"
I dinna know how to tie a tight knot. Can you show me?"

He wasn
't sure he wanted her to tie him so well he couldn't free himself. "Aye."

"
And should I tie your ankles also?" She didn't speak quietly to him this time and her father looked in her direction.

Smiling, Angus
whispered to her, "Whatever you would like to do, but we should discuss this above stairs."

Then he hoped his sweet wife would not share such a thing with Una who very well might share with some other maid, and then everyone in the castle would know that his wife bound him
to their bed to have her way with him.

"
You are blushing, Angus. What are you thinking of?" she asked, in a teasing tone.

Just how much he loved his wee wild Highland wife!

The idea of engaging in bondage with his sweet wife intrigued Angus. Though no matter what, he didn't want anyone to learn of it! He could just imagine what his brothers, cousin, and Gunnolf would say if ever any of them heard about it.

When James called for dancing and there was so much activity as servants took the
trenchers of leftover food away and everyone else helped move the trestle tables aside to clear the great hall, Edana whispered to Angus, "Let us go now, before anyone notices we are slipping away."

He was certain someone would
spot them leaving the great hall. Many, in fact, as everyone in his clan was interested in the lass he'd married, and her own people—her brothers and da—had been curious as to how well she would be received by his clansmen and how he and the lass got along.

As soon as the hall was cleared and the musicians started to play, he and Edana would surely be missed.

Her hand in his, he hurried her out of the great hall. He expected someone to say something, but then he assumed the talk would begin in earnest
after
he and Edana were out of earshot and everyone realized they were gone for the eve.

"
I dinna know if I will do any of it right," Edana said, all of a sudden sounding a little shy as he moved her up the stairs.

"
I dinna think there is any right or wrong way. Just as long as we both find enjoyment in the deed. This is all new to me, lass." He wanted in the worst way to reassure her that whatever they did, they would take pleasure in the act and in each other.

She
smiled brightly at him and quickened her pace.

He adored her.

When they reached his chamber, he quickly pulled her inside, barred the door, and lit candles. She looked around at his chamber—the big bed cloaked in brown curtains, a couple of spare plaids hanging off hooks, a table, two chairs, rushes on the floor, and one Turkish rug hanging against a wall that he had brought back from the Crusades.

Digging around in the bottom of his wooden chest where he had stuffed a very worn tunic, he finally found it and used his dirk to shred it into strips of cloth. She watched, her blue eyes sparkling with intrigue, her tongue licking her lips—in anticipation? Or nervousness? He couldn
't tell.

"
Here, lass," he said and showed Edana the way to tie a knot. Or at least one she could easily untie or he could, when they were done. He didn't want her to have to cut him loose should anything go awry!

When he showed her how she could yank on one tail and that would undo the knot, she looked up at him with wide eyes.
"But you can get free."

He laughed.
"Aye, lass. But I promise I willna try while you do whatever you wish to do with me."

Then he unfastened his belt and set his sword and
sgian dubh
aside. She undid her brooch and placed it on his table, laying her brat on top of a chair.

"
Do you want me on the bed?" he asked.

"
Aye, where else would I want you?"

He smiled and shrugged.
"The chair, mayhap."

She looked at the chair.
"I dinna think that would work."

"
If you sat on my lap."

She glanced back at the chair and frowned.
"Aye, mayhap." Then she smiled. "Another time."

He couldn
't wait. The anticipation of what she intended to do to him near killed him. "Do you want me naked?" He thought she would, but he wanted her to feel as though she was making all the decisions.

"
Aye." She pulled her léine off and set it on top of her brat.

He quickly divested himself of his clothes and stretched out on the mattress, his staff already hard as his sword, his body desiring her something fierce. She was in no hurry, the wicked lass.

When she began to look around the chamber, still wearing her chemise, he asked, "What are you searching for?"

"
Something soft."

Not him. He was hard and getting harder.

"Are you no' going to disrobe as well, lass?"

She sighed.
"Mayhap later."

He groaned.
"I love to see you naked."

"
Later," she said, very much in charge and he loved it. She unbraided her hair and shook out the wavy strands so that they fell softly over her shoulders. Then she took one of the strips of linen and looped it around his hands and tied a knot that he couldn't slip out of.

"
You knew how to tie knots already!"

She smiled.
"Aye. I thought mayhap you would show me a different kind that I didna know."

He laughed, but then sobered.
"But what if you canna untie it when the time comes?"

"
I will call for your brother or cousin to help you out."

He felt his face heat with mortification. She gave him the most wicked smile, right before she kissed his mouth, her hair tickling his shoulders
.

Then she lifted her chemise so that she could straddle his legs and to his surprise, she draped the linen over his fully aroused cock, hiding it from their view. Bu
t as she leaned forward, he felt her soft belly rubbing against it. He had to admit just how intriguing she felt.

She licked his abdomen all the way up to his right nipple, and with a wee nibble, touched her teeth to h
im. Then she slid her tongue over his aroused nipple. His bound hands were already caressing her head as he moaned in ecstasy.

Her body was soft, smelling of sweet woman, her tongue wet, and her breath warm. He
'd never considered having a woman in his bed, and now he would never see his bed again without thinking of Edana in it on top of him or underneath him, buried in the furs.

As she moved to kiss his other nipple, she slipped her hands under
her chemise and touched the top of his staff. With a jolt, he bucked. Unable to see what she planned to do to him was his undoing.

He gritted his teeth as she swept her fingers over the top, and then down, and finally taking hold and tightening like he
'd shown her. Then she pumped him, making him want to come in the worst way—but inside of her.

He groaned and moved
his hips, his eyes closed as the sensation built of need and want and a craving he had to have satisfied. Before he could help himself—
he told himself it wasn't his fault that he liked to be in charge
—he grasped her arm and pulled her forward just enough that when he moved again, he could align himself with her sweet heavenly body and bury himself in her. At least he hoped.

And when he did, she grinned, and yanked off her chemise and rode him. He was glad she had not tied his hands above his head as he work
ed to bring her to completion. His fingers massaged that sweet spot that had firmed and begged for his touch, her luscious breasts bouncing, her nipples blushing and peaked.

She cried out
with pleasure, though no one would hear her this time as everyone was dancing down below, the sound of a lyre and even a Celtic harp playing way off in the distance, serenading them. She seemed satiated as she leaned down to kiss his mouth, softly. He took advantage of her, slipped his hands over her head and rolled over so that he was on top, filling her, kissing her mouth. His hands were pinned beneath her, but he'd caught her, too, and she wasn't getting away.

He pounded into her until he couldn
't hold onto the sweet ecstasy of the moment any longer, and came, filling her with his heat and love. Then he rolled over onto his back so that she was once again on top of him. He caressed her skin with his tied hands as she lay against his hard chest, her hair spread out over them.

"
I verra much liked that," she finally said. "Did you?"

"
Oh, aye, but next time, I will enjoy tying
you
up."

She didn
't say anything for a moment, then nodded. "I think I should have done it differently though."

"
Nay, lass, 'twas a verra nice way to make love to you." He couldn't imagine having done anything differently to have made the experience any more grand.

"
I think I should have tied your hands to the bed so that you couldna take charge." She grinned at him.

He laughed. Mayhap she learned
too
quickly.

Edana cherished Angus. He was just the man for her and she hoped she would always be the only woman for him. She
valued that he
hadn't
insisted she remove the cloth binding his wrists after they'd made love, and he seemed just as happy to lock her in his arms like this.

"
When will we try the chair?" she asked, tracing his nipple with her fingertip.

He chuckled.
"You will be the death of me, lass, in the most pleasurable way."

She smiled.
"'Tis good you are strong and braw and can manage then."

"
Lass, I am yours to command."

This time she chuckled. And she
was certain she would have to remind him of his words another day.

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Winning the Highlander
's Heart,
Book 1

The Accidental Highland Hero,
Book 2

Highland Rake,
Book 3

Taming the Wild Highlander,
Book 4

A Ghost of a Chance at Love

Lady Caroline and the Egotistical Earl

Heart of the Highland Wolf

A Howl for a Highlander

A Highland Werewolf Wedding

Acknowledgements

I wish to thank Vonda Sinclair and Judy Gilbert for critiquing and Loretta Grucz Melvin and Donna Fournier for beta reading the book!

About the Author

USA Today
bestselling and an award-winning author of urban fantasy and medieval romantic suspense, Terry Spear also writes true stories for adult and young adult audiences. She's a retired lieutenant colonel in the U.S. Army Reserves and has an MBA from Monmouth University. She also creates award-winning teddy bears, Wilde & Woolly Bears, that are personalized that have found homes all over the world. When she's not writing or making bears, she's teaching online writing courses or gardening. Her family has roots in the Highlands of Scotland where her love of all things Scottish came into being. Originally from California, she's lived in eight states and now resides in the heart of Texas. She is the author of th
e
Heart of the Wolf
series and the Heart of the Jaguar series, plus numerous other paranormal romance and historical romance novel
s.
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