Broken Highlander's Blood Oath (9 page)

“They say tis eerie, Shancy, for we look exactly alike. Accept Cheval has a cupid's mole right below her bottom lip.”

Donan was startled by this as Shancy bid him goodbye and strode to his mare. It was curious, nearly as if Analise and Cheval were twins, just as in the song. He knew it was a song Analise repeated for Shancy to tell Cheval. It was the same song she'd hummed all day. What was this about twin hearts and a Brenin king? It was nearly as if the song had a purpose.

“Well, we are alone then,” Analise hummed near his ear, right before she started kissing it.

“Now, lass,” he chided, trying to pull away, although reluctantly. “Tis bed for you now,” he finished as sternly as he could with the lingering impression of lover's kisses tingling in his ear.

“I believe so too,” she quipped. “Where shall we lay, Donan? Right here? Shall I undress or do you want to undress me?”

“
There
, Analise.” He pointed aggressively. “You will be sleeping dressed, there on the other side of the fire!”

“But I cannot,” she murmured with a pretty pout.

Donan forgot all about needing to be gentle with her. All he could think of, in mounting frustration, was the aching bulge of his erection tight behind his breechcloth and the aggravation of trying to go forth with commonsense.

“You
will
be going and sleeping there now, woman, or I vow I will take you over my knee and spank you until, I swear, you will be seeing wee brownie fairies!”

“Oh, Donan, would you really,” she gushed with a twinkle in her eyes and a breathlessness that dumbfounded him.

Donan grunted nearly in a growl and grabbed Analise’s waist pulling her down beside him, then he grabbed the rough wool blanket to pull over both of them.

“You lie down and sleep, woman, and not another notion else, just as your lord commands you. This is not a game. I expect obedience or I will be very angry!”

“Yes of course, Donan,” Analise murmured obediently, snuggling into his side.

But then she had the good grace to lay blessedly still to his command, while he lay trying to fathom why the threat of spanking Analise’s bare bottom did not put the fear of God into her. It was nearly as if she had gotten a wee bit excited ... mayhap. Images of her lovely bare bottom displayed over his thighs assaulted him and he began to see things a bit differently.

“Bloody hell,” Donan cursed low and sharp, to the increased torture of his stiff and throbbing erection. The bloody woman was going to drive him to an early grave.

Chapter Nine

Just as she’d planned, Analise woke with a murmur of excitement deep in the middle of the night. She decided she had but one problem and that was how to get Donan undressed, at least his lower portion, without waking him. Very carefully, she peeked beneath the blanket to judge what she might need to do and was delighted to find Donan’s tunic had risen high on his waist exposing an expanse of his lean belly above and below his very masculine navel. Also, the ties on his breechcloth were loose as if he’d barely retied them without thought.

If she’d had the slightest doubts about her intentions before, they were removed because surely providence was shining on her and showing her the way.

Very carefully once again, she eased her head beneath the blanket and she was pleased to find her beloved lord already stiff and thick for her as she eased his breech cloth aside, seeking out the silky flanged head of his cock with her mouth. However, before she touched the head with her lips, she drew back. It would not work, she must lift up the column or she wouldn’t be able to get the top into her mouth and she had to get her hair out of the way. It was a ticklish and carnal adventure that she had imagined doing.

Without much thought, she lifted her hands underneath the blanket and began attempting to collect her long hair into a loose braid, while she studied Donan’s lovely, well-made cock. It really was beautiful. It was as thick and round as a stout walking stick with a ruddy pink coloring seeming to sprout boldly out of the dark auburn curls between his thighs.

Just gazing at it so intimately made the secret place between her thighs, her pussy, as Armand had called it so blatantly, hum like a sad and wavering love song. The notes were clinging inside her womb, throbbing in slow beating aches, only the pain was sweet.

Donan lay with his hands behind his head, a bit afraid to wonder what Analise was up to beneath their shared blanket, when abruptly he felt her small hands on the bareness of his cock. The surprise of that drew his body as stiff as a statue, while he watched the hump Analise made beneath the blanket lowering.

“Bloody hell,” he yelped, with his back arching off the ground, as Analise’s soft and hot lips slid with a wet glide over the head of his erection.

“
Ah
... bloody-bloody hell!” he exclaimed with a half blissful and half angry snarl, as his hands groped around the top of the blankets in a muddled frenzy, trying to catch Analise to pull her away. Only it was too late for him to stop it—perhaps, if it had not been five long years, he could have had the willpower?

“Ah-ah, sweet
Jesu
,” he moaned again, outrageously out of control, while praying to a God who never listened, that he could hump his hips a bit, while his hands cupped over the top of Analise’s blanket-covered head. His sabotaged lust had him pushing downward, gently faster on Analise’s head, while his sweet-sweet nightingale followed the pressure to increase her rhythm with enthusiasm. And she eagerly sucked his cock faster into her mouth.

“
Ah
God, I’m dead.
Ah
Christ.”

Donan tossed his head and pushed Analise’s small head even faster between his broad hands, sending the blanket flapping with her gyrating motion as he prayed feverishly that she wouldn’t stop until he—

“
Ah
Christ, Analise,” he growled feeling the imminent pressure building to a glorious peak he’d not felt in five long years. He was going to spill his seed,
deep
. Deep into Analise’s throat. “Shit!” he yelled, grabbing Analise forcefully by the shoulders and pulling her mouth away.

“No, Donan. No!” she cried, as he flung the blanket aside.

“U-use your hands, lass, b-before I die!” he groaned behind his chattering teeth, as he clumsily grabbed her hands, but managed to place them around his engorged erection. “
Pump
them up and down, love, as fast as you can,” he begged. “Squeeze tight ...
Ah
Christ, Analise. I’m going to spill!”

“Yes, Donan, yes!” she cried enthusiastically.

Heaven and hell.
All the Saints preserve him. His golden and glorious imp would have none of his guidance to keep her mouth away from his ejaculating seed and his hope to preserve her innocence. Nay, not his imp. She took him again fully into her eager and wet mouth, when there was absolutely no way in heaven or hell that he could stop her, because he was bellowing like a great raging cat.

He was seeing stars and feeling ecstasy ripple his cock like a storm at sea.

Analise suck him, until all he could do was shudder while lying on his back panting as if he were catching his last breath on earth. Blessedly, after a while Analise became still, and then she laid her cheek to his thigh, only stroking his balls every now and then as if to remind him of her presence.

But he did naught but lay still, terminally glad she'd not risen up to see him, where she would have discovered his unmanly tears. Tears of anger and of joy, it was so complicated inside of him. However, the anger won through his determination to hide his less than manly emotions, and he scrubbed his sleeve over his eyes, then he sat upright with a rough grumble shaking his chest.

“Donan, w-what?” Analise gasped as he hauled her upward, none too gently, then he pushed her down onto her stomach, where he grabbed her wrists behind the small of her back.

“We could have been killed just now!” he shouted. “Did you not realize that? Obviously not!”

He muttered angrily as he pulled a throng around Analise’s wrists and he tied them firmly, thinking all the while that it mattered not, because he couldn't have fought anyone with or without his shaft in an angel's mouth. He was a
cripple
for christsakes, what would he have done ... jumped up!

However, none of these thoughts were as righteous as he angrily felt, trying to hide his emotions at all costs. So he continued with his actions and he tied Analise’s slender, baby soft— damn them—ankles as well, while she lay prone to his imprisoning, not fighting him or making a sound. By the time he turned her to face him; his anger had grown larger within his growing guilt.

“Now, you’ll not be getting into any more trouble,” he muttered as he spent a great deal of time arranging the blanket over her. “I will untie you at first light,” he added in a grumble.

However, when he looked down at Analise she said nothing, and harder still there wasn’t condemnation in her vibrant blue lover’s eyes, only longing; a longing so deep it darkened the blue in her irises to near ebony shades.

“What am I to do with you?” he whispered helplessly.

“Love me, Donan, please,” she begged. “I ache so. I’ve n-never felt this way. It nearly hurts.”

“It is for your husband, when you marry, to take that ache away, Analise. Not me—not now,” Donan finished hoarsely.

“You don’t want me!” Analise cried, with huge tears billowing in her eyes. “You never did! It was only my addled mind.
Oh
God ... God, I
am
touched with simple mindedness to believe that you could have loved me so quickly!”

“Nay,” Donan growled savagely. “You are
not
this simpleminded that you speak of!”

Donan grabbed Analise’s waist, pulling her upward to face him, while the misery inside her had her sobbing with her beautiful face twisted in confusion and pain. His light and lovely Analise, how could he do this—how could he not? She called to his soul, she broke pieces of his heart that he’d never known he had before meeting her, and he growled in sharp pain, woefully.

“Ah bloody Christ, woman. By all that is holy—I love you!” Analise gulped in a hiccup-cough and stared at him with crystal tears kissing her flushed cheeks, as he groaned. “God, Analise, I’ve loved you since I first rested my eyes on you, lass. Do you ken? It is not you! You are laughter and light, pure golden sunshine, lass. You are so sweet and tender that you bring tears to my eyes. By God, woman, I would give up my legs just to have you as mine!” he exclaimed, in a rumbled declaration that left his chest heaving as if he’d run a great distance.

Silence reigned between them as he lifted her to him, kissing away the tears on her cheeks, slowly and thoroughly.

She whispered with a catching voice, “D-Donan did you hear what you said? Did you hear?”

“Aye, lass,” he mumbled around kissing her eyelids closed. “It came heaving out of me, despite myself.”

Analise’s tongue touched his bottom lip as he kissed the tip of her nose, and then he tilted her head back to follow that impish pink point, while she whispered against his lips. “I belong to you.”

“Aye, lass,” he murmured around her lips as he delved into her sweet mouth, tasting and sipping her tongue slowly and passionately.

He laid her down on her side, going down with her, while their lips stayed hooked together kissing urgently. He propped her head on the bundle they'd used for a pillow, so he could free his hands. Dimly, he realized Analise’s wrists were still tied behind her as he loosened the ties of her tunic and peeled it down to her elbows. He bared her creamy large breasts, which were thrust forward as if begging his attention, because of her wrists tied behind her.

A blarney devil inside him thought to leave her a prisoner to his starving and lustful imagination.

When he lost her heated lips pulling back to gaze at her breasts, she breathlessly begged him, “Donan, untie me.”

He merely winked at her as he traced one of his fingers through her cleavage, making her thrust the taut pink points of her nipples at him, while he chuckled in appreciation, caressing under her buoyant mounds, enlisting a dramatic shiver from her.

“I’ll not untie you, sugar lass, until you’ve tasted some of the blissful torture that you’ve put me through,” he murmured.

He stroked his finger under the curve of her creamy breast, moving toward her quivering, pink-tipped nipple. Her tongue slipped along her bottom lip leaving the primrose color damp as her eyes turned a luminous midnight blue.

“Donan,” she moaned with a flute like sound, while his fingers found, touched, and then smeared back and forth over the hard bud of her aroused nipple, tightening it to jeweled-hardness.

Jesu, to view a bare-breasted woman who wanted him feeble legs and all, if he’d just dared to let himself believe. Whether he was a fool or not, whether he’d regret it to the high heavens in the morning or not ... he was ... he would ... and
she
would—in her passion she would be his for one night and that alone was worth any amount of pain he could suffer.

Slowly, he lifted up Analise’s skirts as he dipped his lips and fitted them around one of her passion-swollen nipples. He tongued the peak, making her gasp, and then he rolled that pearly stud beneath his tongue, while his hands fitted around the swell of her naked hips. She was soft, he thought, tracing the outline of her flexing hips with his hands, feeling her womanly padded hips, narrow pelvis bone, and the drawing flesh of her inner thighs, while she eagerly separated them to the invasion of his skimming palms.

“Donan-Donan,” Analise moaned, and she thrust her breasts higher against his busy mouth, while he reached down and he untied her ankles with one hand. Then he lifted her top leg up over his angled hip, spreading her open to his fingers invasion.

His mind was churning with erotic inclinations and he was hard again; as hard as he’d ever believed he could get. It was all the more exciting because now knew that he wasn’t crippled against becoming hard and releasing. Analise had taught him that, which he hadn’t known, and had been afraid to try and find out.  

Nay, his shivering angel had taken him to ecstasy and made him a man once more, just as he was going to make her a woman.
His
woman. Only he wouldn’t take her maidenhead, even as it thrilled him to realize that he could—that he
was
capable. Perhaps it was a good thing his lush little imp was tied, because she was an enterprising mite and she would have him on his back, before he had any heart left to stop her.

It fed his imagination though, to have her tied, making her vulnerable to his pleasure and his lustful mind conjured a wicked and naughty tribute. Aye, he'd heard of it on the Crusades and it was just erotic enough to have shocked him, but that was before he’d touched Analise’s soft womanhood, barely hidden beneath silky saffron curls.

Aye, she could play wickedly with him with her velvet mouth, and he could do the same to her.

His tongue tasted the delicate quality of the under her breast, leaving a warm trail across her fragile rib cage as he held her hips still, and then he leaped the boundary of her crumpled gown, which was riding only her navel from where he’d bared her on top and bottom. He scooted downward, using one elbow, which slid Analise’s slender leg upward, until the crook of her knee hugged the back of his neck and she was completely open to him.

His gaze settled with stunned and lustful shock to that intimate place, where only his fingers had fondled before. A craggy breath pitched from his lungs to his chest as he gazed with amazement at Analise’s pink-flushed pussy and the sable colored mark of a nightingale branded there.

The dream?

Only this wasn’t a dream, this was reality and his gaze lingered with lust on Analise’s tenderly exposed pussy, while he wondered, how could he have known? What sense inside him? What fate could this be? Yet his erection throbbed boldly with arrogant answers, as his gaze explored the wonder of the nightingale wings painted on the gossamer flesh of his lover's supple inner thighs and wet pussy lips. Carnal hunger rose inside him strongly, tightening his brawn, firming his lips, and lowering his eyelids with heated lust.

“I’m going to taste you, nightingale. Taste you with my mouth and tongue,” he rasped, rubbing his thumb along the petal of one sultry, pussy lip.