Highland Legends 04 - Captive Highlander by Connie C. Scharon Read Free Book Online Page B

cures with strange consequences. Around that
time, her father began to fail. He had trouble recollecting conversations and
took to resting rather than his usual schedule. Later he became truly infirmed.
    Rannoch had just told her he
petitioned Robert the Bruce for her hand. Her ward admitted wanting Katie for
his wife and that he didn’t care how she felt about it. What other reason than
to steal the Blackburn lands? Hundreds of years earlier, Rannoch’s family built
Duntaigh Castle, but they lost it over the years. They fell out of favor and
had it taken from them for fighting against the Scottish crown. How could she
find out if Ian was right?
    Katie made her way to the passage
that led to Rannoch’s chamber. Ducking into a small side room, she bolted the
door and slid back the cover of the spy hole which would allow her to see
inside his chamber. She held back a gasp when she put her eye to the opening.
    Rowan Rannoch, dressed only in a
flowing robe, had his Irish healer on a table near the hearth. Her legs and
buttocks poised at the edge as if she were giving birth. Her dress hung open
from neck to skirt. Rowan moved between her legs. He shoved his body in and out
of her as she moaned and tossed beneath him. Katie leaned back against the wall
and drew a ragged breath. Sorcha was his lover. This could mean they conspired.
    Heart thundering, Katie stood
frozen in her spot. How long did it take? She wanted to look again, but not at
that. Sorcha certainly seemed to be enjoying it. Putting her ear to the hole,
she listened for anything which might give her a clue they finished. The moans,
groans, and grunts coming from within made the act sound difficult.
    Unable to keep from looking any
longer, she put her eye to the hole in time to see Sorcha squirming frantically
beneath him. “Now,” she pleaded.
    A knock at the door interrupted
them. Rowan pulled out of Sorcha. She shrieked her displeasure. He wrapped the
robe around him and went to the door, opening it a crack.
    “What do you want?” he asked.
    Katie couldn’t hear the
conversation. Rowan closed the door and walked back where Sorcha still lay with
her body fully exposed. Then Katie realized thick, leather restraints held the
Irish healer in place on the table.
    Covered in sweat, Sorcha tossed
her head back and forth. “You torture me. Finish it,” she demanded.
    How long had they been at this?
Katie trembled. She could not stop watching.
    Rannoch smiled at Sorcha, taking
one of her breasts and pinching it hard. Her body went rigid, but she did not
cry out. “More,” he asked. She nodded and he repeated the action on the other
side. “You enjoy this taste of pain,” he said, leaning over her.
    “Aye,” she moaned. “It sharpens
the senses and gives me pleasure.”
    “Fear not, Milady, your magic
potions and steel rings have kept me ready despite our interruption.” Throwing
off his robe, Rannoch exposed his hard cock adorned with two steel rings.
    “Now… please,” Sorcha moaned.
    Rannoch entered her again, moving
inside her with slow strokes.
    “Harder,” she screamed.
    Her lover complied with vigor. At
length, he found his release shuddering while Sorcha bucked wildly beneath him.
    Katie’s heart fluttered. She sank
to the floor listening to the muffled sounds from within. Little wisps of
conversation drew her back to the viewing hole. It sounded like they mentioned
her father. Rising, she took a deep breath and pressed closer.
    “Malcolm just came to tell me
your patient grows worse,” Rowan said. “I think you over do it with Laird
Blackburn. Adjust the dose.”
    “I will cut back on what I am
giving him, but he tries to speak every time Katie is near. I fear he will tell
her all if I stop the potion altogether.”
    “I didna say to stop it,” Rowan
said sharply. “Give him less so you dinna kill him until I wed his daughter.
The wedding must come first, and then he can die.”
    “As you desire, Milord,” she
said.
    Rannoch slapped her