Page 65 of Wedded to the Devilish Highlander
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Give it to me. Let me see ye break apart around me hand again.”
He kissed her fiercely then, swallowing her cries as he plunged his fingers into her. Working her higher and higher.
She was on the edge of sobbing and screaming with what she thought would be her very last breath, clinging to his broad back.
Archer drew back just enough to watch as she shattered around him. He swallowed every sound she made, his breathing harsh and ragged, fighting for air. Fighting for control.
“Mine,” he growled softly.
19
Archer woke up, and for a moment, he didn’t know where he was. There was a familiar yet confusing warmth in his body, and it was only when he shifted in the darkness that he remembered he was in bed with Eileen after she’d nearly fainted from the shock of remembering Mack.
He flexed his arm, which had gone numb, gently moving it beneath her so as not to disturb her sleep. He glanced around the room, concluding that it was the middle of the night based on the darkness outside the small window and the scent of the night breeze.
Warmth seeped into his body as Eileen clung to him in her sleep, and he dipped his head to nuzzle her. The scent of lavender emanated from her hair, and a sweaty sweetness clung to her skin after being intimate. Most of the feeling in his body resided in his stiff manhood, which was ready to claim her, delve deep inside of her warmth, but she had fallen asleep after the climax that ripped through her body sapped her energy. He would wait for her readiness to go further.
As his arm came awake, he pulled her naked body into his, enjoying the way her soft curves fit against his hard planes—her breasts squished against his hard chest, her midriff on his, her thigh against his rock-hard shaft. He had half a mind to wake her and make love to her, but she’d been through enough for now and needed some rest.
He basked in the cool air filtering through the window, counteracting the warmth of his betrothed. He moved his hand around to her back and rubbed gently up and down her spine, his manhood twitching as he did.
It was not a one-time occurrence. He’d woken up many times in bed with women. Perhaps they didn’t quite cling to him as Eileen did, but it was not so different. Yet, Eileen was different.
It’s ‘cause I ken her better than them.
The women he’d bedded over the years were women he didn’t want any involvement with, and he barely knew them before bedding them, often meeting them in the tavern when he was there with Calum. He hadn’t planned to get to know Eileen as well as he had, and that had changed everything that night.
There was more in his arms than just the woman. He held her character, personality, integrity, and charm. She would not be told to leave in the morning. He would see her in the castle again, and as they had to pretend to be betrothed, she would stick around. He would bed her again—thathe knew and wanted.
It was unusual among the women he brought into his bed.
They were a means to an end, a way to take out his frustrations. Eileen had done that a few hours ago, but there was still more to it than just that.
Archer leaned forward to kiss her on the temple when he felt the air shift. It was so slight that it was almost imperceptible.
There was no time to lose.
He rolled her quickly but gently, not wanting her to make a noise. He was out of bed in an instant, his bare feet silent as they touched the floor.
There was no light beneath the door, but the shadows shifted ever so slightly.
Archer didn’t have time to waste. Instead of grabbing a garment, his hand found his dirk. He took it to the door, sensing the man on the other side. He didn’t give the intruder time to react. He steadied himself, reached for the handle, and yanked the door open to see a figure standing in the darkness.
His instincts kicked in, immediately noticing no weapon in the man’s hands. He thrust his dirk up sideways, grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, and slammed him back against the wall, the blade ready to slit his throat.
“I didnae think ye’d be this pleased to see me,” Calum drawled, glancing downward.
“Och, what are ye doin’, sneakin’ around?” Archer hissed, quickly stepping back from him.
Calum looked over Archer’s shoulder at Eileen’s sleeping form. He smiled, but it quickly soured when he remembered the matter at hand.
“It concerns Lady Eileen,” he began. “It’s her braither. The scouts we sent to O’Gunn… well, they’re back, and they’ve brought Reid with them.”
“Reid?” Archer echoed, furrowing his brow. “Ye’re sure?”
“Aye, positive. He hasnae said much, but he did give them his name when they found him.”
“What happened?”
