Free Desire in Tartan: 2 (Highland Vampires) by Suz deMello Page B

with it.”
    He laughed. “Och, weel, ye have missed your chance. No one’s left to hit. Doonae ye look, now. ’Tisn’t a pleasant sight.” Placing a hand over her eyes, he helped her out of the little cavern and onto her feet.
    “What isn’t?”
    “Death. Can ye nae smell it?”
    “I’ve been smelling it since they…took me.” Her knees quivered a little.
    He supported her with a brawny hand on her shoulder before lifting her into his arms. He pressed her face against his chest, but not before she’d caught a glimpse of the large cavern.
    When she’d seen it first, it had been strewn with garbage, old clothing, sea wrack and the like. Now it was strewn with bodies.
    Scattered bits—heads, arms and so forth—were tossed willy-nilly. Blood oozed, its stench mingling with the miasma of rotting seaweed. Bile rose in her throat and her body convulsed.
    Dugald sprinted for the cave’s mouth. She heard the splash of water beneath his boots, heard the crash of waves. Turning her head away from him, she gulped in a deep breath of fresher air. Her muscles loosened as she relaxed.
    He carried her to a patch of clean, dry sand and bade her, “Rest here a wee mite. I’ll look for yer clothes.”
    “And my boots, please,” she called after him.
    “And yer boots.”
    The beach was deserted except for herself, seaweed and…the remains of a bonfire. She gulped. She didn’t dare walk over to inspect it, guessing from what Dugald had said Malcolm had been cooked and eaten there.
    Instead she looked toward the water. A fish jumped. The sun was rising behind her and she wondered how even a tendril of its light had reached into the cave. P’raps it had reflected off the water, for although fog lingered over the shore, pink pearly light touched the sky.
    It was going to be a beautiful day—the best day ever. She stripped off her shift and left it on the dry sand before running toward the water. She had never done such a thing before, swimming naked in the sea, but it seemed necessary to celebrate her life by doing something different.
    And, she discovered when the seawater stung her cunny, Dugald had left his mark. Most definitely. Brownish streaks on her thighs—dried blood—revealed her lost virginity. Bruises from where he’d held her tight were darkening on her hips. No doubt that the stony floor of their little cave had scraped her bottom. None of that mattered. She was alive. Every itch and prickle told her so.
    Shivering, she nevertheless dipped into the water up to her neck and slid cautious fingers around her cunny. Tingly, but she preferred to be clean. She had a little bump on her head from when she’d banged it in the cavern. Her neck was a little sore, also, and she remembered that Dugald had bitten her.
    She shivered. Murdo and Malcolm had also bitten the street whore on the neck. Evidently that was something men liked to do to women. She wondered if she would like to do that also.
    She rinsed her mouth before she rose and walked through the waves toward the beach. A whistle caught her attention. She turned her head to behold Dugald emerging from the cavern, burdened by clothes and boots. She thought she saw her green habit in the pile that he dropped onto the sand before heading in her direction with determination written all over his pale, handsome features.
    As he came, he stripped off his shirt, stopped to remove his boots and trews. His cock jutted out of a thicket of black, curly hair. Alice stared, fascinated. So that was what he’d put inside her. Mother of mercy, ‘twas huge. No wonder it had hurt.
    But it had also felt…well, it had felt better than anything ever.
    As he approached her, his cock rose toward his belly, growing even larger.
    Her mouth dropped open. “You…you put that…in me?”
    “Aye, and I would like to do it again. Unless you say me nay?”
    She gulped. “I…uh…that looks…painful.”
    “Well, ’twas the first time. But it should be fine, now.” He put an arm