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
Rachael waited until she was certain Alan had risen before she went to Keeley’s chamber. Though all the Woods warriors were notoriously early risers—they somehow functioned on but a few hours’ sleep every night—Alan had devoted most of his time for the last weeks to Keeley’s bedside.After she saw him reenter his chamber with food for Keeley to break her fast, she waited a few moments and then knocked.Alan opened the door and Rachael straightened her shoulders. “I’d like to say my farewell to Keeley if she’s feeling well enough this morn.”“Of course. Come in. She’s breaking her fast and grumbling about being held captive in her bedchamber.”Rachael grinned at Alan’s exasperated tone. She walked inside to see Keeley sitting up in bed, more color in her cheeks than had been there the day before.“I’ve come to bid you farewell.”Keeley’s lips turned down into an unhappy frown. “So soon? I had hoped to spend more time with you.”Rachael perched on the edge of the bed, taking Keeley’s ha
She snuggled into his arms and pressed her face into his chest, sighing at how deliciously warm he felt. He smelled good, too. A mixture of wood, smoke, and his own natural scent. It was an intoxicating blend.A groan of raw pleasure escaped her lips. He stiffened and then cursed softly under his breath. She frowned, unsure of what she’d done to gain his displeasure.“Caleb? Is something amiss?”“Nay, Rachael. Go to sleep. We’ll make McDonald keep by afternoon if we leave early.”“My hands are still cold,” she said softly.He reached between them, gathered her hands and then guided them underneath his tunic over his belly to the warm, hair-roughened wall of muscle.She knew her hands to be like ice, but he didn’t so much as flinch as she pressed her palms into his flesh. The sensation was so … intimate. Cozy.She sighed and rubbed her cheeks along his shoulder, her eyelids growing heavy the warmer she became.The slight rasp of hair tickled her fingers and she tentatively moved one ha
Her cowardice made her choke. The food she’d tried to consume stuck in her throat and she couldn’t force it down no matter how hard she tried.She alternated between wanting Caleb to put in an appearance so she could dress him down for humiliating her in front of her kinsmen and wanting him to stay as far away as possible so she didn’t have to face him. Not until she regained her courage and decided her next course.Disgusted with her sudden timidity, she pushed aside her food and backed from the table. She wasn’t going to sit around arguing with herself about whether she wanted to see her husband. He could rot. She was tired. Beyond exhausted. It was past time she sought her bed.She braced herself for the cold when she swung her door open. Her room lacked a hearth for a fire, but there were no windows so no wind blew through the chamber. She collected two candles and returned to the hall to light them from one of the torches lining the walls.The meager light brightened the tiny cha