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  Torella rose to her feet and watched, her luminous eyes shining with lust.

  "Move aside,” she ordered and came around to Dougal's back. Licking her thumb, she bent down and shoved it inside her lover. His guttural groans increased her arousal. Pinching her hardened nipple, she pushed in and out with the other hand.

  Devil's maid! She was enjoying this!

  Torella breathed in the sexual power Dougal emanated. Filling up her being, it stimulated her like nothing else.

  "On your hands and knees, barbarian!"

  Dougal's wrists and legs were released and he swiftly obeyed the command, eager for more pleasure.

  Turning to Evan, she grabbed his large cock and guided it in Dougal's taut hole. Slowly it edged deeper while both men moaned in low, animalistic growls. The servant thrust his hips back and forth while clasping Dougal's shoulders.

  Torella stood back and watched, licking her lips with delight. “Very good, lads."

  Evan's balls banged against Dougal's backside. Torella's body glowed with a red aura, her muscles tight with sexual stimulation. ‘Twas time she joined the men.

  Lying down beside Dougal, she slid under him, allowing her legs to straddle his hips. Guiding his rigid flesh inside her, Dougal matched the rhythm of the servant, his face sweating profusely with rapture.

  "Fuck me hard!” she screamed.

  With his cock being milked inside Torella's searing core and his buttocks being plundered from what felt like a horse, Dougal barely held out until Torella found her peak. The moment her muscles tightened around him, he forcefully spilled his seed and bellowed so loudly the walls shook. Whether or not Evan initiated his own pleasure, Dougal did not care. He only had enough energy to drop to Torella's side and fall into a deep slumber.

  The tangy smell of sex caused Torella's nose to wrinkle, and she swiftly rose from the bed.

  "Bring me food.” Torella dismissed the servant with a wave of her hand. Slipping into her black nightgown, the cool smooth fabric glided over her breasts and hips. She stood before the mirror and brushed her silky hair until it shone; satisfaction curled her lips.

  She always hungered after stealing energy from the barbarian. So far Dougal was worth the trouble of keeping around even though he had irksome moments.

  Snoring came from her bed and she glanced at Dougal's peaceful reflection in the mirror. “One day I will tire of you, and then I will have to kill you,” Torella said, her tone matter-of-fact. The snoring became louder and she blanched at the offending sound.

  "One day very soon."

  With a threatening flick of her finger, Dougal was shoved onto his side as if a mule had kicked him. He grumbled in his sleep but did not wake and the room was filled with silence once more.

  Returning her attention to her image in the mirror, she smiled with delicious thoughts of Phillip's superior, smooth body. Blue eyes changed to green, they gleamed with longing and her body shifted restlessly, eager for more sex.

  "Perhaps the handsome chieftain will last longer than his elder friend.” She licked her salty finger. “Until of course, I have used every drop of energy the laird possesses.” No matter the size of her lovers, they had one thing in common ... they never lasted long.

  * * * *

  Phillip dismissed the two guards outside Adela's chamber with a curt nod. No doubt they had fallen asleep during the eve when Adela sneaked past them to enter his room. He opened the door without knocking and stormed into the large chamber. The sunrise had not yet touched the west side of the castle, and while the meager fireplace did little to warm the dim chamber, heat stole into his body.

  After a moment his eyes adjusted to the darkness. In two long strides, he stood before the elaborate high bed, the pale blue linen curtains tightly drawn. Clutching the material, Phillip shoved them open, unsure of what to expect.

  Taken aback, Phillip took a quick sharp breath. Against his will a smile stretched across his face. Lying before him was an angel sleeping in peaceful beauty. Her glossy brown hair feathered over the pillow and long eyelashes rested sweetly against pink cheeks. Her chest rose and fell evenly beneath a white nightgown; even though it covered her primly, somehow it made her slim outline unbearably enticing.

  The smell of berries wafted up to him, sending a carnal vision of her slender form riding him, her eyes pierced with lust. Sweat broke upon his upper lip when his member filled with blood and hardened. He pivoted and stormed to the window.

  "Get a hold of yourself,” he admonished and took a gulp of air.

  "My laird?” a sleepy voice said from behind.

  Phillip closed his eyes, willing his fervor to cool. He heard a rustling of covers, then small footsteps padding across the stone floor, yet he refused to face her. He did not need to see Adela's tempting vision to know she would be breathtaking.

  "Is there anything wrong?” she asked.

  Phillip sighed and turned, his traitorous eyes consuming the simple beauty of the exceptional lass. She licked her pink lips innocently and tilted her head with confusion, adding to her appeal of purity. Phillip had to resist her allure or take her in his arms and plunge his tongue past her lips. Abruptly, he turned his back on her. Why did this slip of a girl have such an effect on him? He must get a hold of himself!

  Adela touched his shoulder. “Is there something amiss?” she asked again.

  Phillip turned to her once more and she stepped back from the fierce scowl on his face. He was about to speak when the early morning light passed through Adela's nightgown, outlining her naked form beneath the simple material. Phillip cursed aloud. As if he needed any more encouragement. Even the sun was against him.

  "Is there a reason why you are in my chamber so early?"

  "Aye.” He cleared his throat. “You bewitched and seduced me last eve,” he accused, choosing to ignore how ridiculous he sounded.

  "I do not understand,” she replied. “I have not been out of this chamber since you had me locked in here."

  "Somehow you escaped, came to my chambers and then made love to me.” He refused to back down from his claims no matter how absurd they sounded. He knew what he saw and what he felt. “If you wanted to fuck, you did not have to put a spell on me!"

  Adela winced from his crudeness, but he would not apologize.

  His heart tightened.

  Nae, he would not!

  After a long pause she said, “I thought you did not believe in witches."

  "Do you deny you were in my chamber?"

  "Aye! ‘Twas not me. Perhaps you dreamed.” Adela's eyes squinted with annoyance and she stepped away from him.

  "Nae, ‘Twas you! I even tasted your essence on my—"

  Adela gasped and backed against the bedpost. “How do you know what I taste like?"

  "Well, I ... I..."

  "You do not!"

  "I know what I saw, felt, and tasted!"

  "And I told you ‘twas not I."

  Phillip's gaze lowered and he stared at the hem of her nightgown. The shadows of the room covered Adela's naked outline and still his body responded with heated ardor. His eyes burned with lust. “I suppose there is only one way to know for sure."

  Adela's hand fluttered to her neck while a becoming blush crept across her cheeks.

  "You must be jesting,” she whispered.

  "Nae. If I am to sleep at night, knowing I do not have a witch under my care who wishes me ill, then I need to know ‘twas not you who enchanted me."

  "I tell you ‘twas just a dream, naught else,” Adela said hastily and slid around to the other side of the bedpost, the smooth mahogany beneath her hands offering her small protection.

  Phillip remained still, his eyes narrowed with determination. “I will not do anything you wish me not to, but I will remain suspicious until I know for sure of your innocence."

  He made to leave but Adela grabbed his arm. “Then I will allow you to taste me,” she offered. “If that is all you will do."

  "Aye, lass. If that is all you would like
me to do,” he drawled. His voice was low with promise of pleasure.

  Odin's balls, nae!

  She wanted more, much more. But knowing he wanted another to be his wife, another to share his bed ... she looked away from his probing gaze. It would not be right to make love to him. But since she awoke to find the man who filled her dreams standing in her chamber, she wanted to throw herself into his arms.

  The man was too handsome by far. His golden hair framed a strong jaw and thick lips were made for a woman's kiss. He was all male, and her ripe body reacted primitively. She wanted to mate with him like no other man she had met. Let all her rules of honor be damned. She needed him. Needed him to touch her, kiss her, and to love her.

  "Lie on the bed, lass. I pledge I will make this enjoyable,” he vowed.

  Adela swallowed hard and nodded, hoping her vulnerable heart was not exposed through her eyes. She lay on the bed and shivered with anticipation. Never had she been tasted by a man in such an intimate way and probably would never be again. If only she could stop shaking from the wanting.

  "I will not hurt you,” Phillip said, concern lacing his voice.

  "I know."

  Lowering himself to his knees, he slowly edged the nightgown up her thighs, exposing her most sensitive area nestled between her legs.

  Adela's hands shook and she grabbed the blankets to stop them from fidgeting. Her chest became tight as her lungs burned for more air. She closed her eyes and released her shyness to Phillip's intense perusal. His warm hands traveled provocatively up her legs, heating the blood within.

  She heard him sigh with appreciation, causing the tightness in her chest to shift lower to her abdomen, then on to her groin. Adela giggled to herself, thanking the stars for sending Phillip such a peculiar dream, one that caused him to kneel at her bed.

  He kissed her inner thighs; his warm tongue swirled in circles, causing her to almost leap out of her skin.

  "Hmm, you taste divine,” he said, his tone totally masculine and erotic.

  Adela's pulse quickened with every kiss he placed on her legs, edging closer and closer to her moist center.

  "Do you like this?” he asked and licked the tip of her swollen bud protruding from between her inner lips.

  "Aye.” The tingling ache increased, making her body squirm with wanting.

  She arched toward him, tipping her hips and he did not disappoint. Placing his hands on the outside of her thighs, he ran his tongue from the base of her pulsating core to her tender nub, licking her juices as if he had been starved for years.

  Adela writhed in torment, her languid muscles stirring her to open her legs wider, giving Phillip better access to the place that yearned for fulfillment.

  She entwined her fingers in his wavy blond hair, her other hand brushed across the tips of her receptive breasts. Adela's eyes focused on the stone ceiling above her, his muffled groan filling her ears.

  "Dear Goddess,” she whispered. “Do not stop.” She moaned with a sound she was unfamiliar with.

  His tongue plunged in and out of her and then centered on her sensitive spot. Adela's head swung from side to side, wondering how a body could hold so much pleasure and not die.

  He eased his finger inside her and she ached again with incredible ecstasy. Her blood rushed through her veins, building an unbelievable passion within until she cried out in a dazzling explosion.

  Phillip felt Adela pulsating inside, massaging his finger while his tongue enjoyed the smooth, moist essence. She came with shattering intensity, her whole body trembling. She was the most sensual woman he had the honor of pleasuring. Even now, the musky smell and taste of her on his lips drove him wild with desire to bury deep inside her. Nevertheless, he gave his word he would not go further.

  Torment weighed heavily on his limbs. He rose to his feet and sat on the bed beside her. Tenderly, he pulled her nightgown back down her legs, giving her a sense of modesty once more.

  Still breathing heavily, she asked, “Know you it was not I who visited your chamber?"

  "Aye, I knew in the first moment of tasting you."

  "Yet you continued?"

  "I could not resist enjoying the results my tongue gave,” he said, his tone self-assured.

  Adela smiled, arching an eyebrow. “In sooth, I enjoyed it too."

  "As you can see,” he motioned to the lump beneath his kilt, “I ache to slide myself inside you, but I am a man of my word."

  Perhaps Phillip was the man to father her child. But the vision of her death outside these walls ... how soon would that happen? Adela glanced away, her eyes unfocused by thought. Mayhap it would not occur in the near future; in her vision, she was not large with child, so she might have already had the babe and passed on her legacy before being condemned to death.

  Picking up her hand, he placed a chaste kiss on her skin. “Until next time,” he murmured his voice rich with sensual meaning.

  "Wait!” she cried out. “Do not leave."

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  Chapter 7

  She leapt from the bed and placed a hand on his arm, her fingers wrapped around the dark fabric of his sleeve. The warm, hard muscle flexed and Adela exulted in his male strength. Making a baby with this man would be a sinful pleasure. “Let us try again."

  Phillip chuckled. “That is an odd way of putting it."

  Clearing her throat, she said, “I mean, let us enjoy each other again. It would not be right for the laird to go without his pleasure.” She reached up to place a kiss on his lips, but he pushed her away.

  "I do not need your obligation.” His mouth pulled into a firm line, his arms crossed.

  She suppressed a giggle at his dark, serious features. Adela flicked her hair back, and lay sidelong on the bed to prop herself up on one elbow. She granted him, what she hoped was an alluring glance, and then lifted his kilt to expose his glorious manhood. Bold and thick, it stood to attention.

  "You need not do this.” He scowled.

  As if his protestations would turn her away.

  "Believe me...” She lowered her head, and slid her tongue down the taut, smooth skin and then back up to the wide tip. “...I want to do this,” she purred, her eyes half closed. With one last look at his beautiful eyes, she opened her mouth wider and swallowed his cock all the way to the back of her throat.

  "By Jupiter,” he growled.

  She wrapped her tongue around the head and repeated the action again and again. Phillip fell onto the bed beside her, surrendering himself.

  "How did you learn...?” he panted, his eyes rolling back as his body sizzled with erotic sensation.

  Adela licked the tip of his head and smiled. “I like to watch couples mating.” She sucked on the sensitive head again. “I was on my way to the lake when I saw a maid take a man's penis like this, and since then I always wanted to do the same."

  Adela swallowed his length again and pulled out. “Do you like this?” she asked, enjoying the salty taste from his cock in her mouth.

  "Aye."

  Cupping his balls, she worked her mouth up and down while watching his body stiffen with pleasure. His mouth dropped slightly ajar. The black woolen tunic stretched when he arched forward. Unable to resist, she reached her hand beneath the coarse fabric of his tunic. His warm torso was tight and sculptured.

  To bring such a powerful man to a point of abandonment gave Adela a surge of possessive ecstasy. She wanted to savor every drop of his molten juices, but her need to have his baby had to take precedence. She needed his dominant seed inside her, giving her a strong life force to hold her legacy. Who knew when she would have another chance at making love?

  Phillip groaned with agonizing pleasure. He was close ... too close. She stopped and threw her legs over his hips, guiding his moist cock inside of her.

  She leaned over his chest and he lightly bit the tender skin of her neck, sending shivers down her body. His cock bucked inside her, spearing her with frenzy.

  His strong arms snaked around her back a
nd sat them both upright. His breath fanned across her face and he shrugged out of his tunic and hugged her close. Intimately connected to him, her breasts pressed tightly against the hard wall of his chest.

  She continued to grind her hips in a circular motion and felt his thick cock rubbing against the sides of her inner passage.

  "A curse on you, Phillip, for feeling so good inside,” Adela whispered, her tone filled with surrender. She tilted her head, her silky hair brushed against her back.

  Phillip bent his head to fully lick her breast from bottom to top in one long motion. An intolerable pleasure shot throughout her body. The coarse material of his kilt gathered around his thighs, rubbing against her sensitive bud each time he thrust with his hips.

  Breathing in short, painful gasps, her body plunged over the crest, shattering in exquisite sensation.

  Suddenly, shrill laughter entered the chamber, echoing around the bed. Adela pushed against Phillip and rolled to the side. He rose and searched the chamber. The haunting sound grew louder and louder.

  Adela pulled the covers up to her chin, her skin iced with fear. “Evil spies upon us again."

  Phillip looked back at her. “Where is it coming from?” He went to the window and leaned outside, and then opened the door to find the hall empty.

  The laughter turned to screams of torture, piercing Adela's ears. Squinting, she covered her ears and yelled, “Sun, earth, moon, I summon the Goddess Triana. Banish the evil from my chamber!"

  Silence.

  Phillip glanced around, then sat on the bed. “What just happened?"

  "You better go."

  "That was the same laugh I heard in my dream.” Phillip leaned closer to her. “You know more than you are telling. Keep no secrets from me, witch."

  Adela rose and promptly dressed, her face heated, both from their recent lovemaking and her rising fury. “I know as much as you do, and do not call me a witch in that tone."

  Phillip shrugged into his tunic with jerky movements, his eyes blazing with anger and sexual frustration. His manhood, erect and aching stood beneath his kilt. “If you have brought wickedness into this abode to wreak havoc on my people, I will..."