Highland Vengeance (13 page)

Camden was thoroughly impressed with
her plan and decided he could not stay mad too much longer. The
sight of her as the night grew dark was sending erotic thoughts to
his mind. He could see Olivia’s body shiver in the cold air and he
wanted to make her burn with desire. Never before had a woman made
him alter his emotions so quickly. Camden knew at that moment, his
life was beginning to change and he had no way of stopping it. Nor
did he want to stop it.

“
Then I must commend you on
successfully completing your duty. You certainly know how to get
things that you want without asking for them. Would I be correct if
I assumed that you would like another task?”

She smiled and nodded.
“Absolutely!”

“
I want you to please your
laird until the morning sun appears,” he said with a deep
voice.

“
I guess I must obey these
orders from my laird but what do you suppose my husband would say?”
She teased.

Camden laughed as he took her by the
hands and pulled his wife close to him. Olivia was intensely aware
of his masculine scent and it started to drive her wild with need.
He wrapped his strong arms around her and held her tightly in his
warm embrace while Olivia inhaled deeply against his chest. The
snow fell softly around them and Camden scooped her into his arms
and carried her back to their cottage.

The laird pushed the door open and
ducked to go through the doorframe with his wide shoulders. Camden
put his wife down and shut the door behind them without taking his
eyes off her. Olivia knew the desire she saw in his eyes and she
thought of the bliss that she would feel soon. She thought of all
the incredible things that he would do to her body and quickly
decided that before he touched her, she needed to speak with
him.

“
Camden, wait please. I need
to talk with you before you touch me because when you do, I get
confused and I cannot concentrate.”

“
I am going to do more than
make you confused Olivia.”

“
Hell,” she
muttered.

He laughed. “What was that
for?”

“
It means we will have to
talk later because I can’t resist you when you say my name. It
drives me mad and now I cannot think of anything but you,” she
admitted.

“
Come to me
Olivia.”

The tall beautiful woman standing
before him, obeyed his command and it did not take him long to
strip her of all that she wore. Olivia shivered as he ran his
fingers through her long dark hair letting his fingertips brush her
bare back. Camden kissed the hollow between her neck and shoulder
while she clung to her husband with desire and need.

The lovers made their way to the bed on
the floor while removing Camden’s clothes and it did not seem fast
enough for either of them. Their passionate kisses had grown
feverish like a wildfire unable to be stopped. He pulled her on top
of him and she quickly straddled his narrow waist not sure of what
to do next. Camden lifted her up as if she weighed nothing, and let
himself sink into her silky warmth.

“
Camden,” she
sighed.

The sight of her large breasts,
beautiful face and swollen lips from his kisses was almost too much
for him. She moved restlessly on top of him and together they moved
to find the release they both desired. It was not long before
Olivia felt the first rush of ecstasy flow like a wave through her
body and she fell forward to bring their mouths
together.

“
Olivia,” he moaned against
her lips, “my God, I need you now and always.”

With that, she surrendered everything
to him and let herself fall into the powerful desire she craved.
Camden found his own fulfillment watching Olivia shudder and then
she collapsed on top of him. They both panted for air and neither
tried to move for their bodies would not allow it.

Olivia pulled back and saw Camden’s
face was flushed from their lovemaking. She could not help but
smile knowing that she had caused that pleasure. The Highland laird
looked into his wife’s eyes and he was thoroughly satisfied seeing
they were still cloudy with passion. Camden rolled to his side
taking her with him and together they slept in each other’s
arms.

While Laird Sinclair lay peacefully
sleeping, he dreamed of avenging the death of his father. Close by,
in the wild terrain of the Highlands, a traitor lurked in the
darkness and considered his next move. The plans this conspirator
had created with his longtime friend Malcolm MacKay, had a flaw in
them now and things would have to change.

He knew Malcolm wanted to rule the
clans and he, the deceiver among them, would help him succeed by
getting rid of Camden. Now, something had drastically changed and
the traitor wanted a reward for his part of the arrangement, after
all bringing Camden dead or alive to Malcolm was no easy feat. The
spy in the woods wanted the stunning temptress that he had seen in
the arms of Laird Sinclair for his prize.

From the moment he laid eyes on her
beauty, the traitor had to have her. Malcolm would be furious, of
course, but the idiot MacKay could never pull off this deed without
the help of an insider that Camden trusted. Gaining Laird
Sinclair’s confidence had taken some time but over the past two
years, the laird had come to trust this man like a
brother.

When the sinister man saw the
snowflakes fall around the angel in the dark cloak, he wanted to
take the English woman and hide her away from the rest of the
world. He had seen beautiful women before but when the laird’s wife
smiled tonight, it made the betrayer’s knees go weak. Never had he
imagined anything could be that spectacular and now he was consumed
with desire to have her.

The traitor needed to send word to
Malcolm that the plans were going to be altered. He would still get
rid of Camden but this perfect woman would become his. The evil man
had already decided that if this woman did not come to him freely,
he would take her by force.

The members of the clan were awake
early the next morning and they worked together to remove the newly
fallen snow from the village pathways. Liam had ordered the men to
be on the fields early to begin their bow and arrow training. The
warriors would make sure that by the time they were through with
these men, they would be ready for a mighty battle.

The large amounts of food they were now
eating would help everyone to gain the energy they needed to obey
their laird’s orders. Camden and Olivia kept check on everyone
throughout the clan as they inspected each area. She could not help
smiling when she took Camden’s hand as they walked together in the
cold morning air. Her husband made her happy and Olivia had not
felt this way since the night before her brother shipped her off to
the convent.

The laird and his wife walked to the
training field and watched the men practicing with their targets.
Camden stared at his wife and when she started laughing out loud,
he wondered what in the devil was she thinking.

“
Wife, would you care to
enlighten me on what you find so humorous?”

“
I understand these men are
unskilled but I would expect your warriors to do a better job in
the area of training my laird,” she said smugly.

“
You dare question the
skills of my men?”

“
Oh, I do not doubt the
skills of your men, my laird. I just question whether or not they
are teaching these men correctly,” she answered plainly.

“
And what would you suppose
they do differently?”

“
Well, may I ask you how
many of the men you have shot with your bow and arrow have stood
perfectly still while you took aim?”

“
Get to the point
wife.”

“
I think it would be much
wiser if you trained them to shoot with a moving target my
laird.”

“
And should I use real men
for those targets? That would be most accurate,” he said with
irritation.

“
Of course not, now you are
being silly. I have helped train soldiers before and we would put
the targets onto a wagon and then had a horse pull it across the
field, thus providing them with a moving target.”

“
I assume that you shoot a
bow as well as you fight with a sword.”

“
Better I think, the bow is
much lighter and I can shoot from a tree. It is much harder to
sword fight in a tree,” she boasted.

Camden laughed. “I truly have a warrior
for a wife.”

The laird had his men stop their
training and he explained to them the idea his wife gave. They
hurried to set up the new training method and Olivia was eager to
show her husband exactly how accurate her shot was.

“
Broderick are you available
to assist me with something?” She yelled to the giant
man.

“
Yes m’lady. What do you
need?” He replied.

“
Could you bring me an
orange from the food storage please?”

“
Certainly m’lady,”
Broderick said as he left to obey her request.

“
Would you please ask him to
stand still and place the orange on his head?” she said
lightly.

“
I thought you said it was
better to practice shooting at a moving target wife,” Camden
taunted as she grabbed a bow and a single arrow.

“
Well, right now the target
will not be moving, but I will be,” she smiled.

Camden wondered if he would ever get
used to her smile and he hoped that if he did, it would lessen the
effect it had on his body. The Highland laird was curious as to
what his beautiful wife was going to do and then he watched as
Olivia retrieved her horse from the small stable. The beast was not
saddled and Camden instantly felt fear run through his body as he
imagined what she was going to do next.

He was exactly right about what she
planned on doing and as Olivia threw herself onto the bareback
horse, Camden’s anger and panic was overwhelming. His body soon
relaxed as he watched her stallion gallop through the snowy field
with his wife guiding it expertly. Camden’s heart beat passionately
with his sense of pride swelling for the woman that belonged to
him. Olivia wore his plaid over her simple dress and her hair flew
wildly behind her.

She rode a small distance across the
field as Broderick returned and did as Olivia had instructed.
Camden stood a few feet from him and Broderick began looking
nervously as she raced her horse towards the waiting
men.

“
M’laird, is she insane?”
Broderick worried.

“
She isn’t insane but I
suggest you stand still my friend,” Camden replied with a bit of
humor in his voice.

“
That is unproblematic for
you Laird. You do not have the orange on your head.”

As the words left Broderick’s mouth, he
felt a sprinkle of wetness across his face. He had not even seen
her draw the bow before the arrow had gone through the side of the
orange flesh. The massive man stared at his laird and Broderick
tried to say something as he realized it was juice from the fruit
all over his face.

“
Incredible, truly
incredible. Is there nothing my wife cannot do?” Camden
praised.

Laird Sinclair watched her slow her
horse and the arrogant smile on her face pleased him greatly.
Olivia was the wife a Highland laird. As she got down from her
beast and walked over to them, Camden could see the beautiful
strong children they would have together. He thanked God silently
for bringing her into his life. Camden knew that receiving Olivia
was only out of tragedy, had his father not been killed and his
clan slaughtered, he never would have known her.

From the distant left, the laird heard
shouting and he watched as Travis, his youngest guard appeared from
the thick of the forest.

“
Laird, your sister’s
husband Ian is almost here. He has eight men riding with him,”
Travis said breathlessly.

“
Is my sister with him?”
Camden asked.

“
No, she is not with him my
laird.”

Camden figured his brother in-law would
want to be a part of the revenge and he did not doubt Ian’s reasons
for coming here. The laird was slightly irritated that his sister
was not with him though. Camden wondered where Maggie was and if
she was being kept safe.

“
Travis, have a tent
prepared for Ian and his men. See that Agnes gives them food and
drink for they will be tired after the long journey,” Camden
ordered.

Olivia had reached her husband after
returning her stallion to the stable just before their guests had
come through the trees. The laird explained to his wife who they
were as the men approached him and Olivia wondered where Camden’s
sister was.

The nine men got down from their horses
and Tristan the young boy who was now the laird’s groom, helped to
see to their stallions. When Olivia saw these men, she could see
that they were roughly the same size as the men in the newly formed
clan. It was apparent that her husband and his guard were not the
average sized Highland men. Camden shook hands with Ian and then
with the rest of the group that rode with him.

“
Laird, I am here to help ye
kill the bastard MacKay,” Ian said with thick brogue.