The Highlander's Lady (27 page)

Wallace grinned.
“Aye, there’s no doubt of that.”

Myra nodded. “That makes sense then.”

“What?”

“When she shoved me from the tent she said, ‘Send Ronan my regards.’”

Daniel had no doubt his cousin would find his lady, but he no longer wished to think on it. Right now, all he wanted to do was rush up to his chamber and make sweet, passionate love to Myra, the best way he knew how to warm her, and the best way he knew how to tell her how much he loved her.

“A hot bath!” he shouted to Marta as he rushed inside the castle.

“Oh, I dinna need that,” Myra protested.

“Ye are shivering, love, and I’ll not have ye freeze to death.” He held her tighter, trying to encompass her as much as he could in his heat.

“I suppose a hot bath would be nice.”

“Aye, love.” He kicked open the door to their chamber and stomped inside.

Setting her down in a chair, Daniel turned to the fire, piling wood high until it blazed. When he turned back to her, she still shivered violently.

“I feel like my body is made of snow,” she mumbled.

Daniel scooped her up once more, settling her on his lap. He brought her hands to his mouth, cupping his own around them and bl
owing
hotly on her frozen fingers.

Myra sighed. “That feels wonderful and like pins are poking me.”

Daniel smiled. “Aye, I’m thawing ye out.”

She nodded and he continued to blow on her hands, kissing her frozen skin. The room was soon sweltering with the blazing fire
,
and added to it, the steam of the hot water as the servants filled a bath for Myra. Daniel dismissed them all and barred the door.

“What are ye doing? I plan on getting in that bath,” Myra said, a stubborn brow arching.
“And I canna do it with ye in the room. Go ahead and take that board off and be on your way.”

Daniel grinned devilishly.
“And I plan to join ye.”

Her mouth fell open, but surprisingly no words came out.

“’Twill help to warm ye.”

Myra smiled wickedly. “Among other things.”

“Did ye see lovers bathe together when ye were spying?”

She shook her head and stood. As strong as she appeared, he still was concerned for her well-being and rushed toward her.
The bruises marring her tender flesh were enough to make him want to murder each and every Ross warrior.

“I am not a bairn, Daniel.”

“I know it. But I can still worry over ye.” He tipped her chin up, their eyes locking. “I’m glad to still have ye to worry over.”

Myra leaned against him, her cold cheek resting on his chest. “I was so scared. But I knew I had to get back here. Not only to warn the Bruce, but because…because I needed to tell ye something.”

Daniel wrapped his arms around her, slowly stroking up and down her spine. “Ye can tell me anything.”

She leaned her head back so she could gaze once more into his eyes. She had the most beautiful brown eyes. Like what he imagined a faery’s eyes would look like.

“I love ye.”

His heart stopped beating. Had he heard right? She loved him? He could honestly say that no one had ever told him that. Maybe his mother when he was a lad, but he couldn’t recall. Daniel swallowed, taking in the sentiment with powerful emotion. He wasn’t sure he could even speak.

“Did ye hear what I said?” Myra frowned, pinched his back.

That was his woman. Fiery to the very end.

“Aye, lass.” His voice sounded choked and he didn’t trust himself to speak further.

“And…” she prompted.

Daniel grinned wide, ready to tease his spirited wife. “And thank ye.”

Myra shoved him away and let out a disgusted noise. “Brute! Get out
.
I’m taking my bath.”

She stomped toward the bath, wrenching off her clothes as she went. Daniel was caught between being spell-bound by the pink flesh she revealed and laughing at her ire. In two steps
,
he was upon her
. A
rms around her waist, he yanked her toward him so that her naked back was flush against his fully clothed
chest
. He laughed and bit her ear.

“Ye little tease,” he whispered. “
Ye’ve made me realize the man I was meant to be.
I love ye too.”

Myra whirled full around, her soft, cold breasts
pressed
to his chest. “I knew ye did.”

“Arrogant wench.”

“Overconfident beast.”

Daniel gripped her arse in his hands and pulled her even more tightly against him.  His mouth crashed on hers in a demanding, carnal kiss. One filled with passion, fear, love, every single emotion he’d felt this day. He let it all flow into her mouth and she pushed it right back at him.

Myra switched from clinging to him to ripping at his clothes to clinging to him once more.

“I need ye inside me,” she said. “Now.”

Daniel growled and wrenched open his belt, flinging it behind him. His plaid
and sporran
fell in a heap on the floor, his ripped shirt long since flung away by Myra. He lifted her into the air, her legs wrapped around him, his shaft pressing hotly on the wet center of her. The only place that appeared hot on her whole body. He needed to get her into that warm water.

Daniel carried Myra to the tub, effortlessly climbing in with her wrapped around him. He sat down with her straddling his lap.

“Daniel…” she moaned, her lips grazing his stubbled cheek and neck. “Not a bath… I want to make love.”

“We will…” He snaked his hand between their bodies, finding her little bead of pleasure, listening to her cry out. Sliding two fingers inside her, he said, “We are.”

The water was hot and surrounding them both in a steamy cocoon.

“I…oh!” Myra found his lips once more, tenderly nibbling and then swiping her tongue inside to meet his. She’d become a master at kissing since that first one.

And a master at other things…

Myra gripped his
length
between their bodies, stroking up and down. She wanted him inside her, desperately. If he wasn’t going to listen to her, then she was going to torture him as he did to her.
But Daniel only upped the stakes,
nuzzling her breasts, laving her nipples, sucking one and then the other. Her body coiled inside, pressure mounting and a humming sound filled her ears.

The cold had left her. Now all she felt was heat and glorious pleasure.

“Och, lass, I canna wait.”

She grinned and pressed her forehead to his. When she spoke, her voice was husky, sensual and still shocking that it could come from her. “I was hoping ye’d say that.”

Daniel took her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking gently as he probed her opening with his shaft. Myra had seen lovers in this position before, knew it could be done…but had never fathomed the logistics of it or how wonderful it would feel. She arched her back, head thrown back with pleasure as Daniel thrust upward, filling her completely.

He gripped her hips, gently guiding her to rock back and forth. Water sloshed over the sides of the bath, but neither of them cared. They only had a mind for each other and the pleasure they both gave and received.

Myra increased her pace, rolling her hips back and forth, rising up and down, the entire experience ethereal. She wanted to go faster and faster, racing toward that ultimate climax. She was so close… Daniel tried to slow her down, but she’d not hear it. Myra gripped his hands in hers and tucked them behind his head as she took over their love-making.

“Love…” he groaned.

“Aye, love, ‘tis what we have.”

The room echoed with the sounds of their moans and the splashing of the heated bath water. There was no stopping now, no slowing. Myra took Daniel’s mouth in a heated kiss, claiming him as he often did her.

They’d chosen each other years ago, both too stubborn to see it through until they’d been tossed into hell. But they’d climbed out on top, and they’d keep climbing. Together the sky was the limit.

At last, sensation ripped through Myra’s body with the force of a gale win
d
. She cried out, shouting Daniel’s name as her body shuddered
violently
. Daniel clenched her hips hard as he thrust upward again and again.

“Myra!” he roared with a final thrust.

She collapsed against him, her head on his shoulder, lips on his neck.
Sated to say the least.
Myra twirled his hair around her fingers, felt him doing the same to her.

“I love ye,” she whispered.

“I love ye, too.”

They stayed like that until their skin pruned and the water grew tepid. Daniel pulled her from the bath, dried her, tucked her into bed
naked
with a
cup
of wine and a hunk of
mutton
.

“Now eat and drink.”

“In bed?”

“Why not?” He climbed in beside her. “I’ve a mind to lick wine from your breasts…”

“Wicked, husband!”

Daniel winked up at her. “Only for ye.”

After feasting on each other
,
Myra and Daniel collapsed into the warm nest of blankets. Myra rested her head on his love-slick chest and scraped her nails gently over his ribs.

“I dinna care what my cousins say, ye are indeed the most proper wife for me.”

Leaning up on her elbow, brows raised, she asked,
“What do ye mean by that?”

Daniel chuckled.
“’Tis a long story, that’s bound to get me a lot of ribbing when we visit Dunrobin. Let me just say, I told my cousins I would only marry a proper wife who listened and obeyed.
”

Myra laughed aloud and climbed atop her husband. “As long as I get my way first.”

Epilogue

Early
Spring…

B
lair Castle loomed ahead. Myra was both frightened and fascinated by it. Daniel warned her of his mother’s overbearing nature, and since Myra had grown up without her mother, she really hoped to be close to Fiona.

As they entered through the gates, the clan members cheered and children threw newly bloomed flowers at their horse’s hooves. Myra waved and smiled and called her thanks for the warm welcome.
This would be her new home.

And oddly enough, it felt like home.

Daniel had sent word to Magnus after the Ross warriors had disbanded—although no one was sure where to as Ronan was still on their trail—that he had found Myra and they’d wed.
Another missive was sent to his mother informing her of his nuptials. They’d not been able to wait until spring, when t
he Bruce
insisted
the deed
be
done
. A
tearful letter had arrived from Fiona at having missed the affair.
A returned l
etter from Magnus
detailed that Rose had given birth to a boy—Byron
Munro the II
—
the perfect Yuletide gift. But what was more, Rose also
agreed
to rule Foulis along with the elders
until young Byron was able to do so himself
.
Much to Myra’s relief, m
ost of the clan survived as the
y hid within the walls—B
yron
’s last order before he took up his sword to the enemy. Apparently not an order his wife had followed, but Myra could understand the woman was distraught.

The clan wou
l
d rebuild. Plans were made for the summer for Myra and Daniel to visit Foulis. She could not wait to bestow a kiss upon the soft head of her nephew and g
i
ve him the ring of his legacy.
There was also the need to visit her brother’s final resting spot. The clan had found his body and
laid him to rest within the family crypt. ’Twould be painful to kneel before those of her family who passed before her. But at least the line would go on. Little Byron and now… She rested her hand on her belly which was still flat, only the slightest swell. The biggest change to her newfound situation was the nearly doubled in size breasts she carried with pride—and which Daniel gleefully enjoyed.

Happiness fell over her in warm spring-time waves. She’d l
iterally taken the boar by its t
usks and beat it
—well Daniel had
.
But she’d survived!
Life was forever changed, aye, but only for the better. How ironic that Father Holden had drilled that mindset into her, and she’d had to do just that. She was stronger for it. With Daniel
, she
could face down any enemy. Any situation.

In the meantime, however, she aimed to make a lot of love to her warrior husband.
The man she vowed would be her first and last kiss. How true those words had been.
And
of course, she wanted to
dance
every day
.

“T
he End”

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