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took her dress and tried to caress his strong arm.
    He directed her sternly to the door. “ I took what I need of ye. Now out with ye, go find another man to spend yer night with. ” His icy statement sent cold chills down her spine.
    The woman walked out into the hall in her naked state and proudly smiled at the maids scurrying by. At least she had lain with the laird and she fully intended to tell the tale to anyone who would listen. Of course, she would have to stretch the truth just a bit in the telling.
    Kagan tied the kilt back into place and stalked out of the chambers intent on curing his ill mood. His strides took him to the now empty dark ballroom. He glided up the stairs three steps at a time, making a quick dart for her room, Ell'andra's room. His female! His woman!
    Standing before the horse engraved door with his hand on the doorknob, his heart began beating wildly in his chest. He turned the knob and entered, slowly adjusting his eyes to the darkness. With the hammering of his heart in his ears and the alcohol coursing through his blood veins, he swayed when the scent of her filled his nostrils.
    He drank in his surroundings. Her father had spared nothing in this room. Every wall, every piece of finely carved, embroidered furniture, every candlestick was etched with horses. The walls were magnificent, painted by hand. Scenes of wild horses leapt from every inch of the walls, bright, vivid, and lifelike. The bear clawed tub was also engraved and lined in gold at the rim. Kagan edged toward the canopy bed as the first rays of light spilled over the horizon. His manhood ached at the sight that lay before him.
    She was naked, with a soft grin on her lips, and she was curled up against a large gold satin pillow. Her face glowed with vitality, her skin was liquid gold, her hair caressed her body like honey-dipped fingers, and her nipples were perfect in their darkened peaks. He yearned to caress her full round hips and kiss the small dip at her belly button. His shaft pleaded with him to take her, to plunge inside of her curves and drown in her passion.
    She stretched and turned lazily onto her back, exposing every savory inch of her body to Kagan's hungry eyes. She was perfect, a goddess roaming the highlands intoxicating him beyond reality. She threatened his sanity as she moved her hand and rested it upon her breast. Her soft sigh urged Kagan to bend to one knee at her bedside.
    He watched her face as she slept, suddenly realizing how much she and Crimm favored. They both had that glorious mousy brown hair streaked with gold, a strong jaw line, and their eyes were the same shape. Almond shaped sea green eyes. The eyes of a lover!
    She was breathtaking. He stood, groaned, and frowned. Crimm would have to stay at Shinonoble for he could never look upon his friend again without seeing Ell'andra. She was priceless, perfect, and deserved to be courted and betrothed as a lady. He simply could not corrupt her before taking her hand in marriage. He pulled away and headed for the door in haste; fearful he would pounce on his sleeping beauty and break his pledge to himself. He grabbed the knob and decided that locks and bolts would have to be put to use here and bars on the windows was also a damn good idea.
    Fear not my Ell’andra, soon you will be mine!
    No man could ever be allowed to touch her, no man save Kagan himself! His lips gave way to his roguish smile as he took one last look at Ell'andra, she would his wife in due time and he looked forward to that precious day, but for now he had a kingdom to rule and protect. He would claim her in his bed when the time was right and in a few short hours, he would make sure that the Duncans would safeguard her until then.
     
    Andra wilted into the tub as Grace, her maid, poured the hot water down her bare back and over her head. For the first time in many years she felt carefree and a hint of adrenaline was coursing through her veins. She had dreamed about Laird McKregan