“Alan?” she whispered.“Aye, love?”“Are you setting me aside? Because I’ll tell you ’tis a rotten thing to do after I live. I’ll not go so quietly this time. You’re my husband, and I won’t just give up my husband so he can marry another.”The petulance in her voice made him chuckle. She sounded supremely irritated and aggrieved that such a thing was possible.He kissed her nose and laid his cheek against hers. “Nay, love. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid. I’ve defied the king and my brother and about twelve other clans in the process, not to mention the bastard Laird McDonald who you did not tell me had attacked you just days ago.”“Mmm, you did all that for me?” she asked sleepily.“Aye, I did.”She smiled against his neck. “I love you. Did I tell you that I strongly considered dying but that I couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing you, even if you were married to another woman?”He scowled down at her and touched her chin so that she’d look straight into his eyes. “You’ll not
Rachael’s eyes were glazing over and she wasn’t entirely sure it was due to the lengthy accolades being tossed about. Her goblet had been refilled more times than she remembered but she drank on, ignoring the way it swirled around in her belly and made her head swim.Laird Woods had decreed that despite the many issues that bore discussion and the decisions that must be made, today would be spent in celebration of his brother’s marriage.Rachael suspected that Mary had everything to do with that decree. She needn’t have bothered, though. There was little cause for celebration in Rachael’s mind.She glanced sideways to see Caleb sitting back in his chair, lazily surveying the occupants of the table. He tossed back an insult when one was flung his way by one of the Woods men. Something to do with his manhood. Rachael shuddered and purposely blanked her mind to the innuendo.She gulped down another mouthful of the ale and put the goblet back down on the table with a bang that made her wi
But no matter that he damned himself, it didn’t change the fact that she had only to walk in the room and his body leapt to life.And now she was his.He searched the entrance to the stairs one more time and then sent a pointed stare toward Edward. It was time to collect his wife and take her to bed.Edward nodded then stood. It didn’t seem to matter that the king was still heartily enjoying himself. Edward merely announced that the festivities were at their end and that everyone should seek their beds.Everyone would reconvene in the morning and talks would begin. Edward had a legacy to claim on behalf of his daughter and there was a war to wage against Duncan Cameron.Caleb followed Edward up the stairs where they were met by Gannon.“Lady Woods took to her chamber an hour ago when the babe awoke for feeding,” Gannon said to Edward.“And my wife?” Caleb drawled.“Still within Keeley’s chamber. Alan is in Keeley’s old chamber, but he’s losing patience and fair itching to get back to
Caleb grunted.“The question is, why your lass is out of your bed the morning after she wed with you. One might draw some interesting conclusions.”Caleb sent him a chilling glare.Not in the least bit worried over Caleb’s mood, Cormac continued. “Why, the very fact that she has the strength to spar suggests that you did something … well, not right.”Cormac’s smug teasing made Caleb’s lips turn up into a snarl. “I’d wager that Christina wouldn’t care too much for a toothless husband.”Cormac held up his hands in surrender, but he wore that stupid grin all the way outside.Caleb welcomed the brisk chill. It was a reminder to him never to get too comfortable. Never let his guard down. When men became too ensconced in their own comfort, it was inevitably their downfall.That wouldn’t happen to him. Not if he could help it. Nor would it happen to his clan—both new and old.“She has skill,” Cormac noted.Caleb scowled again as they approached the area lit by the torches.“Rachael!” he bark
With everyone so bloody happy around him, it was hard to make the argument that the right thing hadn’t been done. The only problem was that he and Rachael seemed to be the only ones not happy.Edward cast a glance in Caleb’s direction before turning back to the king. “Aye, we’ve done a good thing.”“As soon as the baby is well enough to sustain the journey, you must make haste to claim Neamh Álainn. ’Tis important to secure the last link in our stronghold.”The king turned to Caleb. “ ’Tis the truth a winter storm is nigh, but ’tis also important that you travel back to McDonald keep. The alliance has been made, but I do not trust the former laird not to stir up dissension. It will be your task to bring the McDonalds under control and to honor the alliance with the Woods.”Rachael stiffened at the insult, and her head jerked up as she shot daggers at the king. Caleb’s hand shot out to grasp hers and he squeezed a warning.“Forget you that I am a Woods? Think you I would betray my kin?
It was stupid of her to allow Maddie to interfere. Playing dress up was for beautiful women who knew all the social niceties. How to talk. How to walk. How to be quiet and deferential. All the things Rachael wasn’t.All she had accomplished was making an even bigger fool of herself. And she’d given Caleb yet another opportunity to humiliate her.She hated him.It was bad enough he thought himself some noble self-sacrificer for taking on his brother’s discarded bride, but he had to be a smug, overbearing jackass to boot.If only she’d had a sister to marry off. Then she could have dressed the way she wanted, acted as she wanted, and she could damn well pick up a sword when she wanted.Realizing she was standing in the nude and it was quite cold, she pulled on the scruffy trews and then pulled her favorite tunic over her head. Her boots were old. There was a hole in the heel, but they fit her like a glove and they’d never let her down.Taking only a few extra moments to plait and secure
Caleb hated the insecurity that plagued him and he’d never admit it to anyone save himself. He may not be convinced that he was the best man to lead the McDonalds, but they’d never know that. Any show of weakness would be a clear sign to them that he was not worthy of the mantle of leadership, and he’d die before he’d allow that to happen.Nay, he must be strong. And show no mercy right from the start. It was imperative that Caleb have their respect, for he had much work ahead of him in order to shape them into as formidable a force as the Woods warriors.To his surprise, when he opened the door to his chamber, Rachael was inside, still awake. She was sitting by the fire, her hair unbound and streaming to her waist. The tresses reflected the glow of the flames and shone like spun gold.He’d fully expected her to retreat to her chamber and avoid him at all costs.She didn’t hear him at first, and he took the opportunity to study her slender shape. It amused him that she’d re-bound her
He acted like a man starved. And yet he was exceedingly gentle and in turns rough. It confused her.She wanted more. She needed more. But she wasn’t at all sure what it was she wanted or needed.He slid his tongue around and then up the underside of her breast until the bud balanced precariously on the edge of his lip. Then he sucked it inside, sweeping it past his teeth, pulling and tugging at it until she cried out and dug her nails into his broad shoulders.“Caleb, please! Have mercy.”He raised his head, his eyes reflecting the dancing flames in the hearth. “Mercy? Lass, I have none. Furthermore, you won’t want it. But you’ll beg for more. Aye, you will.”He kissed the hollow between her breasts and murmured softly against her skin. “You’re beautiful, Rachael. Never hide what God has given you. You are a woman blessed.”His words soaked into her heart, giving comfort she hadn’t realized she needed. How could a man who was so harsh and unyielding speak with a poet’s soul? He was a