Free Blessing The Highlander by J. Lee Coulter Page A

whispered in her ear, “I just aim ta have a wee bit o’ enjoyment with ye.” He lugged her to a dark alcove as she struggled with all her might to escape. He clutched her breast and gave it a bruising squeeze as he propelled her against the stone wall, holding her there with his hard frame. She cried out behind his disgusting hand which sounded like a squeak. “Ye will enjoy this, lass,” he chuckled haughtily to himself as he began inching up her gown. “And, if nae, twill make nae difference ta me just so long as I do.”
                 Garrick! Her mind screamed.
                 Seonaid was in a panic! She was powerless as he pressed her hard against the rough stones. Frantic with the need to escape she sank her teeth into the disgusting hand encompassing her mouth. He roared in pain, blood coursing down his arm. With her mouth free, she prepared to scream as his weighty fist slammed into her jaw. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as she crumpled to the rushes. He leapt upon her, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he rent her bodice. He snarled at her as he hoisted aside his plaid baring his swollen tarse.
                 He was crushing her with his bulk. She could not breathe. Then, of a sudden, her breath came back in a rush as the weight of him disappeared.
     
                Garrick’s eyes burst open in terror! Seonaid was in peril! He sensed her panic! He glanced toward the vacant side of the bed… seeing she was absent. He leapt up as he grasped that it had not been a dream. Seizing his claymore, he sprinted from the room in search of his wife.
                 It took only moments to locate her. Her feelings drew him to her like a beacon! He overheard the man grappling with his wife release a painful yell, then saw him strike her. Garrick exploded in a mindless fury!
                 He roared in rage as he flung his sword aside. Hoisting the beast off his wife… he hurled him into the stone wall! The man was stunned for a moment but rapidly recovered. He rolled from Garrick’s grasp and howled, “Hell mon, give me but a moment with the li’l hellcat then ye can ‘ave her after!”
                 Garrick was livid with rage as he snarled, “I will gut ye for daring ta even behold me wife! But first I will slice out your vile tongue for polluting her mouth and lob off each extremity from your hands for fondling her. The fist that struck her will be crushed afore I hack off your hands! Ye will wish yourself dead long afore the deed is done!”
                 The man’s eyes widened in terror as this madman advanced on him. “Y-yer w-wife?” he sputtered in apprehension as he backed away. “I was told she was a doxie tha’ pleasured the travelers.”
                 Garrick stopped in his tracks. “Who told ye that?” Was someone here that knew of Seonaid?
                 The man eyed him warily. He was terrified of the cold-blooded blue eyes staring at him. “Jus’ a mon. Fair of face he was...aboot yer age...yellow hair.”
                 “Still gives ye nae leave ta touch her...or any other lass if she be nae willing!” His fist came up smashing into the man’s snout. Blood spurted as it broke from the force of the blow. He howled in pain as Garrick persistently pounded him with his fists until beefy hands hauled him back. He drew his fist back to strike out at the interruption as he spun around!
                 “Hold, m’laird!” Angus cried out as he put up his hands to block the blow. “Ye have near killed the man! And your attire is gaining a gathering,” he grinned as he glanced down Garrick’s form.
                 Garrick shook his head to clear out the black rage that had engulfed him. He stared at Angus for a moment, collecting his wits about him, then looked at himself. He had failed to recall that he was naked! Angus supplied him a plaid to cover