Claimed by the Highland Warrior. Michelle WillinghamЧитать онлайн книгу.
Bram understood that his brother was trying to welcome him back, the last thing he wanted was to be the centre of everyone’s attention. He’d survived captivity and come home. It was enough.
‘For now, I want to find a place for Nairna and I to sleep,’ Bram responded. They needed shelter, and from the look of the keep, there wasn’t much room. He didn’t want his wife sleeping on the earthen floor amid the stench of rushes. He wanted privacy from everyone else, a place where they could retreat in solitude.
‘I’ll find something,’ Alex agreed.
As more and more people joined them within the keep, the noise level rose higher and the mead flowed. So many of his clansmen came to welcome him, asking questions, until Bram found himself having to repeat himself time and again.
The crowds made him agitated, with so many people he hadn’t seen in years. Though he tried to manage it, speaking to each one, he felt himself growing more weary and less interested in food.
‘Here y’are, lad,’ came a voice from behind. Ross sloshed a cup of mead into his hand. ‘A long, hard drink is what you’re needing.’
Some of the men snorted and another called out, ‘It’s not the only thing that’ll be long and hard tonight! ‘
Nairna’s mouth opened in shocked surprise and she quickly looked at the ground as if she were searching for an escape.
Bram took the drink and eyed the men. ‘Go. Away.’
Ross raised a toast and drained his mug, laughing with the others. To their credit, they left him alone with Nairna.
Right now, his mood was balanced on a razor’s edge. He needed to escape the crowds, to gather up the pieces of his sanity. Nairna offered him food, but he only picked at it.
‘You’d better eat more than that, MacKinloch,’ she ordered him. ‘You need to get your strength back.’
‘And what will I be needing the strength for, a ghaoil?’ he asked, taking her fingertips.
Her face coloured and she held out a bite of fish, offering it to him. When she pushed the bite of food into his mouth, her thumb brushed against his lip.
The soft touch brought him into a deeper awareness of her. He ignored the clan members gathering and the sounds of their conversation grew muted. He looked into Nairna’s worried green eyes and kept her fingers locked in his.
‘Bram, are you all right?’
No. He was tired, irritated at having to be around so many people, and his mind couldn’t stop thinking about the night he would spend with Nairna.
The bawdy conversation was doing nothing to alleviate the sexual hunger he felt for Nairna. He remembered the silken skin and the sweetness of her kiss. Even more, the way she’d clung to him when he’d kissed her only deepened his own arousal. He wanted to be alone with his wife right now. He wanted to explore her body, to learn the mysteries of a woman’s flesh. Unless she kept her hands off him, his control was going to break apart.
When her hand came up to stroke his cheek, all semblance of reason snapped.
Nairna wondered what she’d done to provoke such a response. Bram took her arm, guiding her up and away from the others. He took her to the furthest corner, away from everyone else, and pulled her into his arms.
Behind her, she heard the sounds of cheering, the men applauding her husband.
Bram’s gaze locked with hers and he looked as though he’d rather devour her, instead of the food they’d shared earlier. ‘Ignore them.’
His thumbs caressed her jawline and he leaned in to rest his forehead against hers. Her body responded with a shiver, though she wasn’t cold at all. Bram lowered his hands down to her shoulders, past her waist, before he brought her up against the wall.
She forgot about all the people around them, lost within the intensity of his dark eyes. His mouth moved in to take hers and she yielded to him, sensing the caged tension. He kissed her until she couldn’t catch her breath, until she no longer heard the sounds of men celebrating.
Her heartbeat was racing so fast, her body responding to the desire he’d conjured. And though she knew he had the right to consummate their marriage, the flutter of nerves rose up in her stomach.
‘Bram,’ she interrupted, turning her face to the side. ‘Not here.’ Too many were watching them and she suspected he’d forgotten where they were.
His face was unyielding, his eyes turning to frost when he released her. ‘You have five minutes to finish what you want to eat. After that, you’re mine.’
He left her alone while he went to speak with Alex, and in the meantime Nairna sat down, trying to collect her stray thoughts.
He was going to take her body tonight. He would become her husband in flesh, as well as in name.
She steadied her breathing, letting her mind drift. It might be pleasant, if Bram’s kiss was any indication. And she wasn’t a maiden who would be terrified of the joining. There was nothing that should frighten her.
But something about Bram made her pulse quicken and her body ached in secret ways. She overheard more raucous jokes about sex, and though she knew the men meant no harm, it was making her more nervous. She couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like with Bram.
Before she could calm herself, he returned.
‘Alex has found a place for us. We’ll go now and rest.’
Rest? From the hungry look in his eyes, it seemed that sleep was the last thing on his mind.
Breathe, she reminded herself. It’s nothing more than sharing his bed. But her nerves tightened at the thought of lying naked beneath him.
As he led her through the crowd, the men cheered. When some of them tried to follow, Bram sent them a threatening look.
‘If you’re needing any advice, lad—’
‘I don’t.’ He pointed for the men to return. ‘Go back to your ale and leave me with my bride.’
‘Give her a kiss from us!’ Ross offered, making puckering noises.
Nairna wanted nothing more than to escape their teasing. Though they meant well, she needed no more reminders about what would happen tonight.
‘Alex said we could sleep in one of the storage shelters,’ Bram said, leading her outside. ‘There’s no bed, I’m afraid.’
It was better than sleeping in the keep, amid the dogs, Nairna thought.
‘I brought a mattress,’ she reminded him. ‘We could fetch it from the wagon, along with blankets.’
‘I’ll get it.’ Pointing to one of the wattle-and-daub huts, he told her, ‘We’ll stay here tonight and then find a place of our own in the morning.’
Before he left her, he slid a hand around her waist. ‘Nairna, I promise it will be all right. I won’t hurt you.’ He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before he turned to walk back to the wagon. She held on to her waist, feeling as though his lips had burned a mark into her skin.
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