SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (150 page)

“I have to admit that I was having my doubts that this would work. I thought that I would have to convince you to lay down with dogs like me. It appears that your body is more than willing to accept a real man. I am not some aristocrat that is going to woo you into giving me a brief peek at your ankles. I want it all and I took a risk with making this proposal. My brethren thought that I was out of my mind, but I made sure that your town was off limits, at least, until I made my claim for you.”

He was breathing husky into my ear and his hot breath was only exasperating the situation. I’d already cum three times and it felt like my body was no longer my own. He was making me do things that were against my basic nature. It didn’t matter and the only thing that did matter was the pleasure that he was inflicting on me.

“I want you to cum inside me… Patrick.” I couldn’t believe that I was actually saying those words. It was at that point he got a little bit more haphazard with his strokes. He was slamming up against me, having me bent at an angle with my dress now ripped asunder. I could feel him getting close to that moment of truth. His shaft was bigger and that long vein along the side was throbbing with a need to expel what was in his balls.

“I don’t think that you are worthy of my seed… AAHHHHHH.” I did not fully grasp what he was saying, until he pulled free and began to shoot his load all over my dress. He made me feel dirty and I let him continue, until he finished with a tug at my ear with his teeth. He had not only destroyed the dress, but he had made it into something that would be considered dirty. I didn’t want it on me anymore, but it was the only thing that I had to hide my shame.

“That’s never going to happen again. I’m too much of a lady to be used like a common whore.” After such a momentous experience, I reverted back to the privileged woman with the silver spoon stuck in my mouth.

“I don’t think that you understand your place, Elizabeth. That is going to happen over and over again. It’s only when I feel that you’re worthy of my seed that I will give you the right to carry my child.” He slapped my face and the stinging blow caused me to look back at him with hatred in my eyes “I like that raw sexuality and believe me that part of yourself is going to come out more often than not. I see into your mind and I know that you hide your true wanton desire. I will reach into find that woman and I will drag her out into a light, as many times as it takes to finally make you see that you are mine.” His cock had not retracted and still half of him remained lodged within my body.

I didn’t try to disengage and eventually he fell away from me and back under the tartan. I felt empty and god help me, but I wanted him again. I wanted to be used and abused and have my legs spread and my ankles high in the air. I wanted him to look up at me and know that he could have his way any time that he wanted to. He was callous, but he was someone that I could admire given the right incentives. It wasn’t just the size of his endowment, but it was also his strength of character that made him a fighting force.

Chapter three

We rode in silence. He had done what he could to hide my nakedness from the rest of his men. I think that he consciously pulled the fabric away every so often. It was only when he knew that one of them was watching and licking their lips with anticipation that he would give them that thrill. They were probably wondering if their commander was going to share the wealth.

“We’ll be there shortly. Remember that you belong to me. If at some point that I want to add another man or even a woman into our bed, then I will do it. You will have no say and you will be playing the part that I give you.” I swallowed hard, thinking about the consequences of getting involved with a man like this. He had shown me a part of myself that had never existed, or at least I didn’t think that it did. I would never do something, as uncivilized, as doing it on a horse. It was a wonder that we didn’t fall to our deaths, but maybe the risk of certain injury was feeding him to continue on this course of action.

“If you’re expecting me to cook for you and become your sexual plaything, then you’re going to be sadly mistaken.” He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

“No woman of mine is going to speak to me like that. You will know your place.” He had said it with such venom that I almost believed him.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way, Patrick. I certainly don’t want to get on your bad side, but I have to be who I am. The Kensington name holds a lot of weight and for you to think otherwise only makes you a fool. I’m surprised that you haven’t heard of us. That name is making waves all over the place and I’m sure that our name has been slipping from people’s lips.” I remembered with vivid clarity the way that he had fucked me on the horse. It felt like a lifetime ago and I had this aching need to feel him do it again.

“I can say that I haven’t heard of your name, but for the most part our kind and your kind don’t mix. I think that you use your wealth to keep yourself fat and happy, while your people starve to death all around you. You probably don’t even know that it’s happening. You’re oblivious to anybody’s plight, but your own. Your brother is despicable. If I had a good mind, I would’ve killed him where he stood. For him to even consider giving you up for the safety of all the others only makes him look selfish and petty. I think you know that he has no love lost for you. You may think that blood is thicker than water, but I can assure you that his agenda does not match up with your own.”

“The one thing that you don’t have to tell me is what my brother is all about. He has made it abundantly clear that he’s the one that wears the pants in the family. The only problem with that scenario is that he cannot give them the one thing that they require the most. Every time that he is with a woman, he cannot seal the deal with an heir to the family. I think that there might be something wrong with him. He sees me, as an obstacle to all the riches. I think eventually he would have tried to kill me, but then you came along and gave him the kind of plan that he was looking for.”

I felt sore and my legs were chaffed something fierce. I didn’t care and my main desire was to get this done and back to my home in time to thwart any kind of evil plan that my brother might have in his head.

“I was hoping that you might say that and I took the liberty of sending him a message that he will never forget. It’s a warning that he should keep his mouth shut and not do anything that will displease you. I had one of my warriors slice off his horse’s head and place it in his bed.” That actually made me happy and I started to giggle despite myself.

“How will he know that it was a message from you?” I wasn’t appalled by his behavior and the idea that he had done that for me made me want to  strike him and kiss him with a passion that he would never find with any other woman. “We need to make sure that he knows what that message means.”

“Rest assured that there was a very detailed letter left behind in my writing to him. He will read it and he will know that I will be watching. If he does anything to make you angry, I will rain down destruction upon his home the likes he has never seen before. There will be no place that he can hide and no place that he can run.” I didn’t want to, but I actually reveled in the idea of seeing him and the expression on his face when he found not only the horse’s head, but the letter.

“You really didn’t have to do that. You had everything you wanted and there was no need to go the extra mile. I guess I owe you, but I’m not sure exactly how you expect me to pay you back. I know that you want an heir and being a true warrior, you want my name in your blood line. Is that the reason why you picked me? Do you want my blood line to mix with yours?” It was a legitimate question. I saw the expression on his face, as I glanced over my shoulder to see that he wasn’t exactly happy by my insinuation.

“My intention was strictly to meet the person behind the face. I saw sadness in your eyes. You hid it from everybody else, but I could see through you. I knew that you were struggling and that you were looking for a way out. You didn’t want the burden of your family to weigh you down. You wanted to go your own way and I’m giving that to you. It may not be in the way that you wanted, but your dreams can now be both of ours.” He wanted to share in the wealth of my knowledge and the wanted the comfort of my arms to slip around him at the end of the day. “You will have my baby and I will get land in return from my people.”

I saw the village and the people were out doing their daily chores. There was some kind of market and I could smell these different kinds of meats wafting in the air. He rode by and used his sword to stab him a thing of mutton. Savagely, he tore into it with his hands and his teeth. He moved it towards me and I felt a little like a barbarian. I took one bite and I thought that I would hate it, but I found myself relishing using my own hands, as the only form of utensils.

I was getting back to the basics of where I came from. My people were, as ungodly as theirs were at one time. We had evolved into a civilized society. People would argue that point, but England was where I felt the most at home. This land was something that I would have to get used to.

“I have returned, as a free man. The one thing that we all have in common is our freedom. We will never give it up and if anybody tries to take it from us, they’ll find out in a hurry that we will fight to our last breath to keep it. I’ve brought with me a trophy, a woman of virtue and aristocratic wealth. I plan to bed her down and have my way with her, until I am planting my seed and the flag of Scotland.” His words were met with a flourish of applause. Those warriors that he led every single day were raising their swords into the air, as a sign of fidelity and loyalty. “I’m going to return to my home and I do not want to be disturbed for the rest of the evening.” There were giggles from the girls and I could tell that they knew exactly what I was in for.

“I’m sorry, but I think this might be a bad idea. Maybe, it would be best that you take me home.”

“She is home and the sooner that she accepts that the better off she will be. She speaks to me in forked tongue and I will have to cure her of that ailment.” The one thing I did notice was that the Scottish men wore their kilts with pride. There were a variety of colors, but I think that was only to differentiate themselves from the rest of the clan.

“This is a little overwhelming.” For the first time in my life, I did not have the backing of the crowd. I didn’t have people stepping out of my way in a sign of respect. My confidence had waned and I shied away from those people in hopes that they would not recognize that I was there.

“You are my people and you will always come first. This arrangement was made with all of you in mind. You have told me in your own way that you are not comfortable with the bloodshed. I have found a better way. She will be the bridge between our two people. Our child will have the privilege of being Scottish and English. Of course, we all know that the English are a greedy lot. We should destroy all of them and then start over again.” Once again, he got the crowd riled up. We ride tomorrow…it will be a good day to die.”

Chapter four

I hated the way that the people were looking at me. It felt like I had been thrown into an untenable situation. The girls especially were casting stones with their eyes towards me. If they had their way, they probably would’ve thrown real stones to get their point across.

He helped me down from the horse at this stone building. The roof was made of sod and the entrance into the place was wide open. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me down onto the makeshift bed made of only straw. He undid the strap of the kilt. It fell away from his muscular chest.

“Elizabeth, I’m going to give you the honor of taking this off for me. Do not scoff, because it is a great honor and any woman that I deem worthy is proud to have that privilege bestowed upon them. I’m just kidding. I wanted to see how it felt to act like nobility. I don’t like it.” He took off his kilt and stood there leering with nothing on, but a smile. He looked down on me and I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. My hands were shaking, as I slowly wiggled free of the dress that was barely holding together, as it is. It was by sheer will alone and my hands that I was able to keep my nudity from those glaring eyes of all those that we had passed.

I was naked and looking at his feet, when I felt his hand underneath my chin. He lifted it in his hand, so that I could see his impressive equipment. It was already leaking profusely and he grabbed my hand and placed it on his magnificent staff. I couldn’t help, but to admire it from every angle, knowing that he was going to allow me to suck it. I’d already had it inside me and my wet pussy was already begging for another introduction to the kind of loving that he could give me.

“I have to make sure to put you in your place. Open that fucking mouth and let me see what good little English girls are all about.” He was being crass, but I found his lack of manners almost refreshing. He took what he wanted, be damn the consequences and never looked back. “I said open your mouth or I will have to do it for you.” I didn’t know what that would entail, but I had no interest to find out any time soon.

He stepped a little closer and nudged my lips with his already moist knob. I circled my tongue around the huge mushroom shape. I took it slowly into my mouth, using my tongue and the eagerness and determination that I had to see him spew spur me onto a greater degree of depravity.

“You will make a find wife. I will make sure to give you this every night. You will never want to stray, because I will always satisfy.” It was a bold claim to make and the way that he was touching the back of my throat had me wondering that maybe he was telling the truth. “Yes…take my Scottish sword. Make love to it and give me that sweet little mouth.” His words were hushed, but I think that he was just a little too overexcited. That was evident in the way that his knob was now brushing the entrance to my throat.