Mysty McPartland (11 page)

Rieph caught hold of his wife, picked up and slung her over a wide shoulder. “I wouldnae try my patience, woman, for at the moment I am very close to given ye a sound thrashing.” He growled low with steel lacing his voice.

The very moment he was informed that his wife was out riding
, his rage grew as each second past. It’s was about time the wench learnt that she would be punished for her defiance. He was not going to put up with it a moment longer. This last rebelliousness was the final straw; he was through being patient with her.

Trista stopped thrashing and stilled hearing the threat in her husband’s chilling words.

Determinedly he walked through the hall; he ignored the stunned gazes, climbed the stairs and headed for his wife's bedchamber. Once inside he kicked the door shut, without gentleness tossed her on the large bed.

Through narrowed eyes, he stood with his hand on his hips glaring angrily down at her. It was only then he noticed her attire for the first time and a low growl rumbled loudly in his chest. His wife was dressed like a lad.

From her position on the bed, she gave her husband an indignant glare and sat up, pushed the hair from her face. “Are you trying to shame me in front of your clan, Sir?”

All he could do was stare at her in amazement. “Shame ye. Nay wife ‘tis ye that brings us both shame. Just look at the way ye are attired. Have ye nay dignity wife, showing of ye body for any man to see.”

Infuriated she climbed off the bed, fisted her hands on her hips and glared up at her husband. “Listen to me, Black Warlock. How I dress or what I do is none of your concern.” She yelled at him.

His temper snapped. He reached out and his big hands grasped her shoulders and lifted her of the floor. “I am nay only ye husband but ye laird as well. And everything ye do concerns me, do ye nay understand that by now.” He roared back.

She told herself that she would not show how frightened she was truly feeling and glared mutinously back at him.

At seeing her defiance, he knew that he would have to take a different approach. He placed her back on the floor and moved away from her. “Ye must understand, Trista, I give my orders for a reason. And the reason ye were nay allowed to ride out alone is because ‘tis to dangerous. Even I dinnae ride alone.” He turned to face her, ran a hand through his long hair and waited to see if she understood.

Her brow furrowed, listening to him, she realized he was only seeing to her safety and now felt childish over her disobedience. “I am sorry. I didn’t know and I promise I won’t do it again.”

Pleased that she understood the dangers, breathing a sigh of relief, Rieph gave twist of his lips. “’Tis glad I am that ye understand. But now, lass, about those pants ye a wearing, they are enough to drive a man wild and I am nay exception. I have to admit that ye look verra bonny in them.” His voice lowered and slowly he approached her until he stood just inches from her.

H
is hand came out and he placed it around her waist and drew her up against his body. His other hand lifted and cupped her peach shaped bottom. He held both cheeks firmly and lifted her up so now they were nose to nose and her womanhood nestled against his hardened erection.

His hot
, hungry gaze noted the slight flush on her cheeks and the dewiness on her pouting lips. It was her eyes though that mesmerized him; they were glowing brightly with desire. He stifled the growl about to rumble in his chest. Everything he was seeing told him she was caught up in the moment just as he was.

The long
er he gazed at his wife, the less he was able to resist. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her hungrily. When she placed her arms around his shoulders and opened her mouth to his, he could no longer hold himself back and kissed her ravenously.

When she started to kiss him back with wild hot passion, the hand cupping her bottom slipped up, cupped the back of her head and angling it to the side so he could deepen the kiss. This time he was unable to subdue the satisfied growl and it rumbled in his chest.

              Chapter Ten

Trista swallowed the lump in her throat as she stared up at her husband and saw the craving and passion in his blue eyes. She didn’t give one thought to resisting when he lifted her up, or when he kissed her. Blood flowed through her veins like fire and her heart beat erratically. She slipped her arms around him and gave herself up to his kiss and the hot, molten desire swimming through her.

Relieved when she truly surrendered to him, Rieph moved over to the bed, landing on his back with his sweet wife lying atop of him. Without breaking the kiss, his hands moved fast. Firstly, he removed her shirt and chemise and now he cupped her two perfect breasts in his large hands.

Her own hands were busy and she pulled his shirt apart so that her hands could move over his broad chest. She moaned, feeling her palms tickle from the soft mat of hair that covered it.

Racked with pleasure he growled deep in his throat feeling those teasing little fingers glide over him. He rolled them over and giving her one last kiss, he sat up and pulled of her boots. Her pants followed as he let his gaze roam over her nakedness, his erection throbbed. Hastily, he tore away his own clothing and fell gently on his wife. “I cannae wait, sweet, I need ye so badly.”

From beneath her lowered lashes she watched him tear his clothes from his body, and the moisture pooled between her thighs. When he told her softly how much he needed her, she parted her legs, pulled his face down to her own and kissed him as he kissed her only moments ago. Ravenously.

No other sign was needed. he raised his hips and thrust forward, burying himself completely inside of her. They cried out at the same time feeling the intense pleasure that filled them both. Now lying unmoving inside her, he wanted to take the time to enjoy feeling how tightly she sheathed him however, when she arched her hips, answered with his own.

H
e reached down, lifted one of her legs, and placed it over his hip. He was about to reach for other one, but she did it of her own accord and he plunged into her and found that he was buried further inside with each thrust of his hips.

It was wild and uncontrollable and as he rode his wife, the only thought was of finding relief for them both. When he felt her tighten around him, he knew that her time was near and quickened his strokes.

Mindless from the pleasure, all she wanted was to find the place that only Rieph would take her to. And suddenly she could feel it growing within her. Desperately reached for it and when it filled her with pulsating sparks that seemed to increase more and more, until they burst into a shower of rapture. She cried out from the sheer ecstasy that washed through her.

Through the haze of passion he heard her cry loudly, and spasm beneath him. The heat and moistness of her climax surrounding his erection. Driving once more deeply into her, he spilt his seed. Rolling over so that she once again lay atop him, he closed his eyes and did not move.

They lay
joined for a long time, until their breathing and heartbeats were back to normal. He stroked her back gently with his large hand. “Are ye all right, sweet, I dinnae hurt ye did I?”

Weakly lifting her head, she smiled. “No you didn’t hurt me.” She whispered softly.

A wide sated grin lifted the corners of his mouth. “Ye make me lose all sense when I’m buried inside of ye.”

He was not the only one she thought and chuckling went to move off him, but his large hand grasped her bottom keeping her still. “Nay dinnae move, lass for I think that the poor fella isnae satisfied just yet.”

Surprised at feeling him harden and started to grow inside of her, she moved her hips and once again, he turned her over on her to back and started to move within her body. This time his strokes were much slower, not the same wild, frantic thrusts as before.

They reached the heights of passion together and not long afterwards came back down to earth. For a
while he was contented just to hold her in his arms, but as time dragged on, knew he couldn’t lie here forever. It was a relief to know that things were now settled between them.

With a grunt
he shifted her out of his arms, kissed her brow and dragged himself off the bed. “Ye are a wild, wicked woman, wife.” He said laughingly as he stood up to dress.

A little embarrassed, gathering the covers over her nakedness, she stared at her husband large strong body. She felt the heat pool once more between her thighs. As her gaze roamed over him, she frowned when she noticed the bandage on his thigh. And gasped in horror, she remembered the wound he received and that she never tendered.

He flicked
her a curious gaze when he heard the soft cry and wondered what might be wrong with her now. “What is it, lass? What has ye looking so horrified?”

“
Your thigh. I didn’t tend your wound.” Within two heartbeats she was flying off the bed and pushing him down to sit on the mattress. Without thinking about her nudity, she went to get the basket that held all the things she would need to take care of him.

At first amazed, he relaxed watching his wife in amusement as she rushed around the room. She forgets she’s naked so worried about him was she and that made him feel very pleased. She was a very bonny sight to gaze upon and he didn’t even bother to hide his pleasure.

W
hen she came back to his side, knelt down on the floor between his spread thighs and reached for the bandage on his leg, he groaned. The position she took between them, he found such a highly erotic picture and he could feel his shaft start to grow and throb.

Gently removing the bandage, she quickly studied the wound and was relieved that it already started to heal. She would not have to stitch it after all; she reached for some ointment and gently rubbed it into the wound. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the hardness between his thighs jump. She turned her head slightly and curiously she stared at it, her eyes widened when it bucked again.

U
nconsciously, she reached out and touched it lightly with her fingers. When she heard the loud groan from him she snatched her hand away, she glanced up at him and saw that he had enjoyed her touch. Shyly reaching out once again, she ran her fingers down the long length; it was so silky, she thought. She rubbed her thumb over the tip and felt the moisture coat it. She licked her lips wondering what it would taste like but shook the shameful thought away and concentrated on how he was enjoying her caresses.

Dear God in heaven, did she intend to kill him with her innocent touch? A growl of pleasure rumbled in his chest when she rubbed over the head of his erection. A shudder went through him. As a spurt of his seed poured out, he watched her from lowered lids. He saw her tongue come out and lick her lips. Oh God, how much he wanted to place his arousal in her dewy mouth, but with extreme effort forced himself to remain still.

She, so fascinated by the difference in their bodies, moved her hand down the length of him once more and for the first time noticed the twin sacs. Curious, she grasped them between her fingers and, squeezed them gently and was surprised by his deep moan. The next minute she was hauled up and tossed down on the bed with him lying above her.

His breathing heavy and his heart pounding, he gritted his teeth and let his wife explore him. But heaven help him, it was pure torture, when she grasped his gonads he could not take anymore. “Ye have tortured me beyond endurances, sweet.”

N
ot letting her utter a single word, he took her mouth in a hot hungry ferocious kiss as he kneed her thighs apart and drove into her welcoming heat. It was wild and quick and both of them lay wrapped in each other arms and completely exhausted, they fell asleep.

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Rieph came awake first when hearing the knocking on the door and cursed softly. He tried to untangle himself from his wife but every time he removed one arm, it was in no time back where it lay before. Mumbling a few more curses, frustrated, he gave up, pulled himself away from her and was surprised that she still slept solidly.

With a shake of his head and grimacing at
her, he slipped from the bed. Finding his kilt lying on the floor, he quickly wrapped it around his hips and covered his wife. He strode of to the door, pulled it open and glared down at Mary.

“
I am sorry to disturb ye Laird, but Jenny is in need of the mistress most urgently.” She informed him.

Reiph glanced towards the bed at his sleeping wife and back to the maid. “All right, Mary, I’ll wake her and take her to Jenny.”

“Thank
ye, Laird.” Mary said as she quickly hurried away.