Seducing Her Laird Read Online Free
Author: Hildie McQueen
Meagan screamed when his fingers moved to find her throbbing center, urging her to crest.
When his mo vements became more frantic, she too lost her ability to focus on anything but the sensations that draped around them.
With a loud growl, Calum slammed into her and she arched accepting him fully. At the last moment, he pulled out of her and spilled his seed across her back. She cried out his name and shuddered as she too came with such force, darkness threatened to claim her.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs onto the bed, both breathing heavily; she reached for her husband only to have him practically leap from the bed.
Her body jerked in shock from the frigid air that blew over her when Calum pushed off of her and left. His movements so sudden that Meagan jolted to sit up. "What is wrong?" She scanned the room not finding anything amiss but his expression of consternation.
Eyebrows drawn , darkened eyes locked on her, Calum went to his tartan and picked it up. "There is something I must do...I forgot to speak to my cousin Malcolm...regarding..." he rushed from the room, still wrapping the garment around himself.
The truth shook her, he'd responded based on her dress and the attention she'd garnered from Ian, but once he'd claimed her, Calum no longer wished to be in the same room with her.
Meagan pulled the bed linens over her and curled up into a ball in an attempt to warm. "I refuse to cry," she whispered , "I will not give up as yet. If after tomorrow my husband rejects me, then I will ask he release me from this farce of a marriage."
She waited for slumber to claim her.
Unfortunately, the certainty that her husband did not love her pierced her heart and she could not stop the tears.
Chapter Four
"Laird, are ye prepared to lose?" Dugan sauntered over to him, a smirk on his face, his eye twinkling with mirth. The giant loved a challenge and Calum would not give him the satisfaction of a retort.
Instead he shrugged. "There is little wind to affect the results of the stone throw don't you think?" He watched a competitor from the northern McDougalls grunt as he twirled and shrugged a stone off his shoulder.
A shout rose across the field, t he stone landed just past his man's. Calum nodded and waved to his cousins in concede.
" Let’s prepare, our event begins next," Dugan urged him with a frown. “They won't beat us at the saber toss. They've yet to, since you and I have been competing.”
He'd not seen Meagan since the morning meal. It seemed his wife had remained inside all day. Was she avoiding him? Making love to her had been like nothing else. She was passionate and beautiful when in the throes of lovemaking.
"I will return shortly," Calum made his way to ward the keep.
Just as he reached the outer court, Bertrice stepped from the side garden and blocked his path. "My laird." the attractive woman smiled at him. As usual, her bosoms threatened to spill when she leaned forward to greet him. "Is there anything you may need from me?" She licked her bottom lip to ensure he understood the nature of her offer.
"I do not require anything, thank you," Calum started to pass, but her hand on his forearm stopped him.
Pleading eyes met his. "I do so miss you in my bed, Laird." Her eyes slid away from his face to between his legs and she whispered, "It is apparent to everyone that your needs are not being seen to."
Meagan appeared behind the woman. "Bertrice, would you please see about our guests in the great room." The wench straightened slowly, squared her shoulders and walked off without a reply.
His wife's beautiful large eyes met his without reproach. "I was coming to watch you compete." She turned to look over her shoulder and watch Bertrice walk away. "Do you wish me present?"
Her question caught him off guard. "Why would I not , Meagan?"
Instead of a reply she leaned over and studied a flowering bush, she nipped a wilted flower and dropped it to the ground. Calum followed the
When his mo vements became more frantic, she too lost her ability to focus on anything but the sensations that draped around them.
With a loud growl, Calum slammed into her and she arched accepting him fully. At the last moment, he pulled out of her and spilled his seed across her back. She cried out his name and shuddered as she too came with such force, darkness threatened to claim her.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs onto the bed, both breathing heavily; she reached for her husband only to have him practically leap from the bed.
Her body jerked in shock from the frigid air that blew over her when Calum pushed off of her and left. His movements so sudden that Meagan jolted to sit up. "What is wrong?" She scanned the room not finding anything amiss but his expression of consternation.
Eyebrows drawn , darkened eyes locked on her, Calum went to his tartan and picked it up. "There is something I must do...I forgot to speak to my cousin Malcolm...regarding..." he rushed from the room, still wrapping the garment around himself.
The truth shook her, he'd responded based on her dress and the attention she'd garnered from Ian, but once he'd claimed her, Calum no longer wished to be in the same room with her.
Meagan pulled the bed linens over her and curled up into a ball in an attempt to warm. "I refuse to cry," she whispered , "I will not give up as yet. If after tomorrow my husband rejects me, then I will ask he release me from this farce of a marriage."
She waited for slumber to claim her.
Unfortunately, the certainty that her husband did not love her pierced her heart and she could not stop the tears.
Chapter Four
"Laird, are ye prepared to lose?" Dugan sauntered over to him, a smirk on his face, his eye twinkling with mirth. The giant loved a challenge and Calum would not give him the satisfaction of a retort.
Instead he shrugged. "There is little wind to affect the results of the stone throw don't you think?" He watched a competitor from the northern McDougalls grunt as he twirled and shrugged a stone off his shoulder.
A shout rose across the field, t he stone landed just past his man's. Calum nodded and waved to his cousins in concede.
" Let’s prepare, our event begins next," Dugan urged him with a frown. “They won't beat us at the saber toss. They've yet to, since you and I have been competing.”
He'd not seen Meagan since the morning meal. It seemed his wife had remained inside all day. Was she avoiding him? Making love to her had been like nothing else. She was passionate and beautiful when in the throes of lovemaking.
"I will return shortly," Calum made his way to ward the keep.
Just as he reached the outer court, Bertrice stepped from the side garden and blocked his path. "My laird." the attractive woman smiled at him. As usual, her bosoms threatened to spill when she leaned forward to greet him. "Is there anything you may need from me?" She licked her bottom lip to ensure he understood the nature of her offer.
"I do not require anything, thank you," Calum started to pass, but her hand on his forearm stopped him.
Pleading eyes met his. "I do so miss you in my bed, Laird." Her eyes slid away from his face to between his legs and she whispered, "It is apparent to everyone that your needs are not being seen to."
Meagan appeared behind the woman. "Bertrice, would you please see about our guests in the great room." The wench straightened slowly, squared her shoulders and walked off without a reply.
His wife's beautiful large eyes met his without reproach. "I was coming to watch you compete." She turned to look over her shoulder and watch Bertrice walk away. "Do you wish me present?"
Her question caught him off guard. "Why would I not , Meagan?"
Instead of a reply she leaned over and studied a flowering bush, she nipped a wilted flower and dropped it to the ground. Calum followed the
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