Free Mysty McPartland by My Angel My Hell

his friends to Lady Dalla drooping in her saddle.
     
     
    Letting out an enraged grunt at the mention of the woman who he foolishly wed, he swung round and glared at the top of her head. He could see how exhausted she was, and knew that she could not go any further. Turning away, he searched for somewhere to stop. “We’ll camp for a few hours amongst the trees up ahead.”
    A quick nod, Duncan slowed his horse so he fell behind and rode just ahead of head of the men.
    Without any other choice he reached out and grasped hold of the reins to his wife’s mare. Pulling both animals to stop and, not even sparing her a glance, he swept his arm out, wrapped it around her waist, lifted her up and swung her down across his knees. Ignoring her outraged gasp, he nudged his stallion forward.
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    S tunned when she was abruptly lifted of her horse, Dalla gave a small shriek when she was roughly dropped on to her husband’s hard, unyielding thighs. Holding herself stiffly, she let out a sigh of relief when they finally stopped.
    The moment he held the soft curves in his arms he knew it had been a mistake. He drew in a harsh breath and ground his teeth as the sweet soft scent wafted up from her skin. The wench was a witch, without even trying she was bewitching him and stirring his lust.
    Grateful when she was lifted down and placed on the ground, she was about to take a step towards the trees when her legs started to tremble. A soft cry of distress left her when her knees started to buckle and having nothing to hold onto she fell kneeling in the dirt. She hung her head too weak and too sore to move.
    Relieved when they reached their destination, he swung out of the saddle once he had lifted her down. He was about to take both horses for a drink, but stopped and a frown marred his brow when he heard the shocked gasps coming from his men. He turned, gazed around and growled when he noticed her kneeling on the ground. Tossing the reins of the animals to the nearest man, he moved over to her and lifted her to her feet.
    “Ye are a foolish wench and a damn nuisance.” He whispered harshly as he picked her up and carried her to the soft grass beneath a tree. Putting her down he refused to glance at her, so missed seeing the tears that ran down her cheeks as he rubbed her thighs and calves through her dress trying to ease her pain and regain circulation.
    After a few minutes, he stopped and dared to gaze down at her face and cursed, he was swamped with guilt and he was held spellbound by her loveliness. Even with tears spilling down her cheeks, she was still the most exquisite woman he had ever seen.
    With out realizing it his arms came up and wrapped around her and drawing her close, he kissed her brow before he hugged her against him. It was at that moment that all the anger drained out of him and all he wanted to do was comfort her. He settled himself on the ground, placed her on his knee and tried to soothe her.
    He grimaced when he glanced up and noticed not only Duncan, but all his men standing around and silently watching. He couldn’t help noticing that every one of them was bemused by her beauty and her tears. And it annoyed the hell out him that this affliction his wife caused was only going to become worse when they reached home.
    It would be a damned nuisance until they all stopped walking around like besotted fools. He could only hope it wouldn’t last too long and her beauty no longer addled all their brains. He snorted, the affliction better not continue for any length of time, they’d all probably end up daft it if did.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Nine
     
    Never so glad to see his home than he was at that moment, Tarrel wanted to get away from his wife so he could take command of his emotions and find his strength of willpower that had deserted him. In all his years, he had never been so confused, one minute he was burning with rage, then the next he found himself