Branded by a Warrior (29 page)

“Good
.
”

W
ith that,
she felt him enter
her in one long
erotic thrust, tipping her head back she moaned in pleasure as he filled her to the hilt.
God he was amazing. His thick sh
aft stretched her to the limits
as he sank deep. His possessive hands made her skin feel on fire as he teased her into moaning his name.

The new bed creaked under their rhythm, the glowing fireplace cast a shadow across the room as Elisabeth captured Broderick’s mouth again as he increased his pace.
Every touch, every kiss, Elisabeth could feel such passion from Broderick tonight.
Quivering with anticipation of the waves of pleasure to come, she locked her ankles behind his back and let the storm come.
Basking in the radiance he had ignited inside of her, she tilted her hips so he could penetrate her even deeper.

Squeezing her legs, she brought him even closer as he rocked into her with everything he had, the sensation nearly took her breath away, “Oh God yes, harder Broderick, harder
!” S
he gasped as sh
e clung to his rock hard body, everything this man did mad her mad with desire, she could never get enough of him.
Above her Broderick thrust
his hips as he showered attention on her breasts, her skin was alight with sensual delight as he left no part of her untouched.

He was tender and rough, demanding and yet so giving.
She was sure it was wrong for sex with her husband to feel so damn good, over these past months she craved him. Since he took her virginity, they had found themselves tangled in each other’s arms multiple times a day. It was never enough; the desire had never waned for either of them.

Broderick could shoot her a look that would make her knees weak. A small caress here and there, a hand upon the small of her back, or a stolen kiss throughout the day made it damn near impossible to stay on track.

Watching him above her made her proud to call him her husband, he was flawless. His body was a
well-trained
masterpiece;
his face was that of a God, his long dark hair
that always fell
enticingly in his face.
His haunting green eyes seemed to look directly into her soul; this man was her destiny, her world.

He was so
large;
he stretched her to her lim
its every time they made love. Having him inside her
made her feel complete.
Hot passion flowed between the two of them, bending to his will she threw her head back as her body exploded in glorious climax, screaming his name her world went still as hot white ecstasy coursed through her veins.

Broderick watched his wife come undone underneath him, grinning in delight he pumped harder as
her tight core milked his cock. “God, I love
my
Warrior Queen” his every word followed with a deep thrust.

“Yours
,
” she whispered as she threw her head side to side as he claimed her once again.

“Mine
.” H
e growled as he drove home, filling her with his hot seed. He dove deeper and deeper until he collap
sed beside her.
Pulling her into his arms, both breathing deeply, they savored the connection of ecstasy clinging to each other.

The candles in the study slowly had begun burning out; the fire gave a low glow from the other side of the room. Pulling the covers over them, Broderick kissed her forehead as he wrapped his arms around her slim frame. “I love you Elisabeth
MacMillan, with everything that I am
,” he whispered against her temple.

Feeling her squeeze his chest he knew she was emotional, wrapping his arms around her he pulled her closer and covered their bodies with warm blankets.

Sleep claimed both quickly enough, Broderick held her until he was sure she had fallen asleep. Closing his eyes he sent up a prayer to God, and their fallen parents- to protect Elisabeth, keep her safe and healthy while he was away.
Now that she was his wife, he didn’t want to ever be without her. She was a vital part of his heart, his world, and soon enough she would be the mother of his children. Keeping her here while he rode south to Inverness would keep her safe, but it would be torture on both of them.
God willing
,
his trip would be successful and short.

Elisabeth woke the next morning to feel Broderick kissing her wounded shoulder with scalding
kisses;
his large hand has slipped
under
her arm, kneading her tender breast. The sunrise still hours away, desire lanced through her as his touch set her on fire once again.

She could feel his hard cock pressing against her backside, the feeling made her feel even hotter as he rolled his hips once again so she could feel his desire.

Smiling to herself, she pressed her ass into his hard erection, enticing him take her once again, “Fuck me Broderick, one last time my love, I need you in me
.” S
he begged, unashamed of her need for him.
She would be without this man for many weeks to come; she needed him now more than ever.

She felt Broderick roll them around the bed, placing her directly above him. With no candles or glowing fire, she couldn’t see his
face;
only feel his hands and giant cock between her legs. In one gentle motion, Broderick brought her down upon his velvet cock; gasping as he buried himself to the hilt she leaned her head back and moaned in building pleasure as he guided her hips.

She knew her time with him this morning was limited, once again soaking up every touch, every kiss, every caress- she memorized it. For she knew there would be long winter nights to come without him.
He made love to her tenderly, slowly; his words were filled with love.
Together they climaxed as one, intimate and drenched in passion the world around them stopped as they came in each other’s arms.

Dizzy and exhausted, Elisabeth collapsed into Broderick’s steady arms, trying to catch her breath.

“I need to get dressed and pack Elisabeth, I am to leave in the next hour. Come with me back to our room my love, see
me off?” H
e requested lightly as he stroked her naked back.

Sighi
ng deeply in sadness, she whispered
“Of course Broderick
.
”

Together they gathered their belongings from the study and slowly walked in the dark cas
tle back to their tower bedroom holding hands.
The castle was eerily silent as they crossed the vast keep; a few torches illuminated their path.
No one was yet
awake;
the crackling hearths were the only sound.

An hour later, ex
iting their room together, Elisabeth clung to Broderick’s hand for strength.
She helped him pack, and sharpe
ne
d his blade while he changed. She was doing everything possible to keep her mind busy. The reality of him leaving was too depressing.

Saying
goodbye
would be hard for her. So much was left in the balance with him leaving.  They had yet to find the person
responsible
for poisoning her, let alone figure out how Kincaid had such vital information of what happened within these walls. The responsibility of planning their attack fell upon her and Kendrix, along with trying to keep safe while Broderick was away. If Kincaid had a spy, it would only be a matter of time before he was informed that Laird MacMillan went to Inverness to meet with the King.
She had a very ominous feeling that something would happen while her husband was away. She wanted to stomp her foot and demand he take her with him, but she refused to act like a brat and argue with him before his departure. She would heed his decision, and stay behind with Kendrix.

She knew the King wouldn’t harm Broderick, he was correct in that, the King needed him. Broderick held the vast majority of land in the
Highlands;
his army was large and formidable. B
roderick’s allies were many,
fierce,
and
something the King would n
ot want to lose, or go against.

She also
knew
that the King owed her a rather large favor
, a favor
she had earned years ago. She was sworn to keep the secret, last night she wanted nothing more than to tell Broderick. Instead,
she had written a letter to
King
Richard
, gently reminding him of her outstanding favor she had yet to use. The King
of England owed her, and Richard
was family, a
well-kept
secret, known only by the Drummond family.
She did not feel right keeping that information from her loving
husband;
however she
made an oath to their liege, King Richard. She could not break that vow without dire consequences.
She knew, that if Broderick’s meeting with the King took a turn
for the worse, he could hand
King
Richard her
letter and he would be honor bound to
agree to her choice of a husband
.

Keeping her relationship to the King
of England
secret all thes
e years was for her safety, if King Richard
died, he
wanted a
legitimate
heir hidden away to ascend the throne. Duncan and Elisabeth were those heirs, with Duncan
gone;
Elisabeth was the sole heir to the King’s crown should he
die
.

She was far more than just
T
he Warrior
Quee
n of Scotland
;
she was the hidden heir to the throne of England.
She was King Richard’s cou
sin, his only family, a secret that could get her killed if the wrong person knew.
A secre
t her husband didn’t even know, and with her parents and brother dead, only
the Ki
ng of England and she knew the truth.
She was confident that her cousin favored Broderick, she also knew King Richard cared for her in his own way. Although he had moments of insanity, she prayed that he remembered who they were and what they meant to him. Surely he would be pleased with her choice?

Walking out into the bailey the morning sun had just crested the
ice-covered
horizon of the Highlands. Taking her final chance to speak to him alone, she squeezed his hand and stopped at the bottom of the castle stairs and looked up into his
calm face.
Clearing her throat, she pulled the letter from her fur and handed it to him, praying he would understand.

“What is this Elisabeth?” Broderick
asked, a questioning look upon his face as he gently
took the letter from her hands, reading King Richard’s name upon the front of the parchment.

“If your meeting with the King
Richard
becomes unfavorable, please deliver this letter into his hands
only, tis meant for his eyes only
.
”

Cocking his head, he stared at her. She could see him trying to process the different reasons why her letter to the King of England would change their future.

“I cannae explain to you the reasoning why without breaking a promise to the King, I beg you to understand the importance of my promise and honor. I pray that the King will entrust that information with you when you meet with him
.
Only he can tell you, I am bound my oath to remain silent.
Please understand if I was able to tell you, I would.
”

Tucking the letter into his leather pouch, he
held her trembling hands
and looked into her eyes, “I honor your promise to the King my love, if need be, I will deliver the note with my own hands to him. Elisabeth, nothing will keep me away from you. I will return to you my love, come, my men wait and dawn is fast upon us
.
”

Nodding, not trusting herself to talk
any longer
, she
turned and walked w
ith her husband to the stables
where his men awaited their Laird.

Twenty warriors were preparing their mounts in the early brisk morning, Kendrix was helping them get ready as Broderick and Elisabeth entered the stables.
Kendrix had doubled his brother’s g
uards after a lengthy discussion; neither she nor Kendrix believed ten warriors would be enough
.
Broderick agreed to take twenty after seeing how adamant both his brother and wife were on the issue.
Elisabeth
was please when her husband easily agreed to
take
more guards.
She knew Douglas warriors could very well be waiting on their path to Inverness.
Although the MacMillan warriors were trained and ready, having more men travel with her husband gave her peace of mind.