April Holthaus - The MacKinnon Clan 01 (16 page)

“Aye, ye look lovely, my lady,” Lil said sitting quietly on the stool waiting to assist Lady Kenna.

Annella stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself in the white gown. She never would have thought to see herself in a wedding dress but meeting Rory had changed all of that. She had given him her whole heart.

She frowned at the knowledge that her father was not there to witness this occasion. Thinking back to what her father had told her the last time she saw him, he had given his approval for the marriage to Rory if Rory had ever proposed the idea. It made her chest warm with happiness knowing that she would have had his blessing. She slipped out of the dress and laid it over the chair for Lady Kenna and Lil to finish.

She laid down in the large bed, too excited and anxious to go to sleep. For it wasn’t just the wedding that caused her nerves and stomach to tightened, it was the wedding night.

The morning was as bright and clear. Not a cloud in the sky. This was the day that every lass dreamt about; her wedding day. With her dress fitting snug and hair braided to one side, Annella was ready. Taking a deep breath, she made her way down the stairs to greet Alastair. He grabbed her hand and placed it upon his arm, sensing her nervousness.

“Yer father would have been verra proud of ye, my lady.”

“I ken,” she smiled.

Slowly they walked together down the rows of people and chairs. Annella felt hundreds of pairs of eyes watching her. But all she could focus on was the one man standing at the altar. He was dressed in a white tunic and kilt and the MacKinnon medallion hung around his neck. His hair was slicked back and he wore a dashing smile. Their eye contact never strayed.

Standing in front of him and Father Gregory, Alastair kissed her cheek and placed her hand into Rory’s opened palm. Rory took her hand and walked with her the rest of the way to stand before the priest.

Father Gregory had a soft voice and his words were spoken beautifully. When Father addressed her and asked her if she took Rory as her husband from now until forever, she happily said, “I do.”

The ceremony was short and sweet. As Father Gregory announced them as husband and wife, the crowd began to cheer.

“To Laird and Lady MacKinnon.”

Gathering in the great hall for the reception, the food had already been set out on the tables. The candles were lit and flowers were displayed upon the hearth. Couples danced around to the music and everyone was enjoying the merriment.

As the guests slowly started to dwindle, Rory thanked the neighboring lairds and guests for their attendance before their departure.

Rory looked over to his bonny bride. She looked like an angel in white. The dress she wore was tight fitting and he could see her curvy figure. Which both aroused him and filled him with jealousy as other men could also clearly see each and every curve as well. He quickly walked over to stand next to her.

Staring into her golden hazel eyes, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Ye are the bonniest lass in the room, wife.”

“And ye are the most handsome, husband.”

“I think I am in need to take ye out of this dress.”

“And leave our guests? Will that no’ be rude, my laird?” she teased.

Lightly nipping on her ear he said, “This is my wedding night, and I am laird of this castle so I may do whatever I like. And right now I would like to take my wife upstairs into our chamber and ravish her out of this dress.”

“Well then, my laird, as lady of the castle what will ye do if I protest?” she taunted.

Playing into her game, Rory picked her up over his shoulder and started heading out of the great hall. The crowd of people laughed and teased as they watched Rory take off with his bride in a display of humility as she demanded to be put down. Carrying her all the way up the stairs and into their room, he plopped her down onto the bed.

“Well, now that ye have me in here, what are ye going to do?” she continued to rouse him.

“I’m gonna make love to ye, lass, until the sun rises in the morning.”

He crawled up onto the bed and adjusted himself so that he could wrap both arms around her.

He pressed his lips hard to hers and greedily swept his tongue inside her mouth as he drew his hand up to cup one of her tantalizing globes. Her breasts were round and perky under his touch.

Rory began to smooth his hand down the side of her body. He sat back on his heels and placed his hands just above her knees and leisurely hiked up her dress over her thighs.

Annella froze for a moment from the contact of his hand on her thigh and let out a quick breath. She felt the wetness between her legs and unconsciously began to raise her hips and spread her legs open a little wider. 

“I ken ye are nervous, but I will nay hurt ye. Do ye trust me?” Rory asked.

“Aye,” she softly replied

He glided his hand upward until he got to the apex of her thighs. With his index finger he found her sensitive pearl and slightly pressed down and massaged it, causing Annella to whimper and mutter. He leaned forward kissing the side of her neck. He lingered there for a few moments licking and nibbling on her flesh. With one daring move, he placed a finger onto the soft creamy folds.

“Ye are so wet,” he lightly said in her ear. Then he pushed his finger inside of her. Annella suddenly lifted her head and cried out.

Rory slid his finger back out and continued to gently increase the speed and momentum.

“Oh my, Oh Rory,” she moaned not wanting him to stop. The pressure in her body was building up and she was just beginning to feel the release.

“That’s it, lass. Let me hear ye,” he encouraged.

Annella lips parted and suddenly felt an explosion of emotion as tremors shattered though her body as she hit her climax. She started to steady her breathing, indulging in her new found feeling. She wanted more of him, all of him. She wanted to feel his bare hands upon her skin and to touch him as well.

Shamelessly she grabbed at the laces of her dress and began to loosen them. Letting the dress drop from her shoulders and pool around her waist she sat there with her breasts exposed. Rory leaned in and took one of them into his mouth. Annella combed her fingers through his hair pressing his head closer to her chest.

She scooted up onto the bed removing her dress completely. She grabbed onto the bottom of Rory’s tunic and began to lift it up over his head. Spreading her hand on his chest, she glided her fingers downwards to his stomach. His muscles were ribbed and hard to the touch, but his skin was soft and warm.

She laid back so her head hit the pillow as Rory followed. He removed the pin that was holding his kilt in place and kicked it off onto the floor. Lying side by side fully exposed, she could feel the heat radiating off his body. Annella leaned up and kissed him fervently, letting her hands explore his body.

Annella stopped at the sight of Rory’s enlarged swollen appendage sticking out and swallowed hard.

“Is everythin’ alright?”

“I’m afraid it may no’ fit and will hurt.”

Rory chuckled a little but realized that by doing so, he may inadvertently hurt her feelings. He had always been with common barmaids and whores but never a virgin lass. “Dinna be afraid, love, trust me it will fit.”

Wanting to know how it felt, she cautiously lowered her hand towards it and lightly touched the tip. Rory moaned. She ran her fingers up and down the length of the shaft and smiled at the funny facial expressions Rory had upon his face.

“If ye keep doing that lass, it will be over before we e’en get started.”

Annella giggled.

Positioning himself over her, he rested himself between her legs, keeping his weight onto his elbows.

“This will hurt but only for a wee bit. The pain does go away. I promise.”

Annella felt her body quiver with anticipation. Pressing the tip against her folds, he pushed forward with one hard thrust and broke through her maidenhood. He laid there motionless, allowing her pain to seize.

Annella cried out. Both arms wrapped tightly around Rory’s neck.

“I’m sorry, lass. I ken it hurts but only the first time and it will no’ hurt for much longer.”

Taking a deep breath in, she replied, “The pain is starting to go away.”

She lifted her hold from around his neck and slid her hands down his back and stopped at his hips. She began to slowly grind her hips up and down. Rory pulled out a little and pushed back in matching her tempo.

“Oh Rory,” she bellowed and encouraged him to go faster.

With no argument from him, Rory moved his hips faster and harder wanting to completely be inside of her. She felt so good. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer. Not wanting to slow down, his kisses became more aggressive and demanding.

“Ye are mine. Always,” Rory said in between his passionate kisses and thrusts.

“Always.”

Annella held onto Rory as tight as she could. Her body tingled all over. As she felt the increased sensation, she knew she was on the pinnacle of climax. Yelling out Rory’s name, she felt the eruption throughout her body. At the same time, she felt Rory’s body shudder as he emptied his seed inside of her.

With sweat rolling down his face and heavy breaths, Rory tried to steady himself. He could lay in Annella’s arms forever. He had never felt this way with anyone before. He pulled the plaid over top of them and snuggled up behind her. Holding her in his arms, he applied soft kisses to the back of her neck. Annella felt in awe.

“I could ne’er get enough of ye, lass. I want ye again.”

Cradling her head in the crook of his arm, Annella closed her eyes and smiled for she knew what it meant to love and be loved in return. 

The End.

Author’s notes:

Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed this book, please consider reading Book 2:
Escape to the Highlands,
a continuation of Ewan’s story.

Escape to the Highlands:

Her enemy was the only one she could trust...

Jacqueline Renold, an English born lady is the sister to the king's executioner. In love with one man and forced to marry another, she feels no different than the prisoners below in the dungeons. After witnessing one too many Scots hung by the noose, she makes a decision that would change her life, she frees the prisoners. Knowing her actions are treason, she flees to Scotland with a bounty on her head...

Ewan, the Laird's cousin is second in command of their army. Third in line to the MacKinnon Clan, he has no home or land of his own, only the sword on his back. Through his skill as a warrior, he seeks out to find his place in the world. Ewan travels south with William Wallace to help free those who the English have been taken captive. But when duty and honor leads Ewan to help an English lass in grave danger, the last thing he expects is to lose his heart to his enemy.

About the Author

April lives in Minnesota with her husband and they are expecting their first child March 2014. April developed her passion of historical romances from her love of history and genealogy. Over the last several years she has completed her family tree finding over 350 bloodline grandparents dating back to the 1100s.

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