Free Border Lord by Julia Templeton Page A

belong here, Brochan,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
    “What do ye mean?”
    She looked at him intently. “I don’t belong here, plain and simple. No one wants me here. I am your enemy, and what good will come of my being kept prisoner? It won’t bring your brother back.”
    He clenched his jaw. “Nay, nothing will bring my brother back, but at least I will have revenge upon your father.”
    She lifted a brow. “How will you have revenge? In what way? By getting me pregnant and sending me back in shame?”
    His gaze slid to the pulse beating wildly in her neck. He pressed a finger on it, and then ran a trail down to where a nipple thrust against the thin material. He brushed it lightly, and she released an unsteady breath. “You could already be carrying my child. I did not say ye would return to yer village.”
    “So you will leave me here to work in your kitchen, give birth to your child, and then lock me away at night?”
    He wanted her in his bed. To stay with him forever. Mayhap he would even marry her, yet as he stared into her blue eyes, he could not say the words. He had never been good at showing or expressing emotion. “I desire ye, Annabelle. I want ye, and I want ye to carry my babe.”
    “But only for revenge, Brochan.”
    At first he had thought of it that way. An excuse to explain why he wanted this woman so badly. But now it had nothing to do with her father, or the death of his brother. It was just about the two of them, and how he felt when hewas with her. The need he felt whenever they were together. The intense desire that took hold of him and didn’t let go.
    He cupped her face in his hands. “I burn for ye, Annabelle. In a way that scares me.” His fingers caressed her jaw then fell to her breast, cupping one firm globe.
    Her gaze searched his, and the sides of her mouth lifted.
    She sat down on the bench, her hands going to the cord of his braies. “I burn for you too, Brochan.” Slowly she untied it and wrapped her fingers around his length.
    She leaned in and tasted the head of his cock.
    His shaft swelled and bucked.
    She smiled and took him into her hot mouth, an inch at a time.
    Her hot mouth caressed his rod, her tongue stroking the head over and over. She took him deeper into her mouth, and his fingers dug into her shoulders.
    Surprisingly she took most of him, her movements slow and steady. Her fingers splayed on his hips, then moved around to cup his buttocks, pulling him even deeper inside her mouth.
    His balls lifted.
    Her finger brushed against his puckered hole. A place no woman had ever touched.
    Yet she did, her slender finger sliding into him.
    Unaccustomed to the strange sensation, he pushed her away, his cock sliding from her mouth.
    She lifted a brow but said nothing, and leaned forward, taking him into her mouth once again. Her hands returned to his hips and stayed there. She sucked slowly, in no hurry.
    He could hear his men outside and knew they risked being caught, but he could not pull away. Not when he was so close to blessed release.
    She stroked beneath his balls, her thumb brushing over a sensitive patch, and he was shocked at the climax that rocked his body, his seed shooting into her hot mouth with a force that stunned him.
    He groaned as she sucked every bit of his cum from her lips, and tugged his braies back up and tied them.
    His legs trembled from his climax. He pulled her up, hugging her to him, his fingers brushing along her spine. How could he return her to her father? This woman whom he could not get out of his blood?

8
    “Brochan, Laird MacLellan and his men were spotted not more than an hour away.”
    Brochan came awake with a start. At his side, Annabelle stirred.
    He had known Angus would come looking for his daughter. He just had not expected it to be so soon.
    “I will be there shortly. Rouse the men and have them prepare for battle.”
    “Right away!” Fergus said, his footsteps receding.
    Brochan dressed, and tossed