Page 46 of Dorchad

“Good morning,” she said, not noticing what he’d done. “Lucy and Tair asked me to replace the clan’s healer, and since I have nothing to do I thought it would be a good way to contribute to the clan.” She turned around and held up a bunch of dried white flowers. “Do you know if this is wild garlic or yarrow?”

“I dinnae ken.” He took the dried flowers and tossed them back in the box, looming over her as he pressed her back against the wall beside the shelf. “What did you here with Lochran?”

“He was going to show me the different herbs the previous healer kept here, but Sheona came and I had to treat her for minor burns.” She pressed her palms against his chest. “Why do you ask?”

No female he’d ever encountered had ever regarded him with such desire and affection in her eyes. To be the object of that for Rebecca made him understand for the first time why men would fight to the death for their woman. It also made him burn for her, to master her and possess her.

Dorchad caught her thin wrists and manacled them with his fingers. “Do you favor Night Watch, then?” he asked before he began kissing the side of her neck.

She trembled. “I think he’s nice. I feel sorry for him, too.” As he nipped her skin she released a gasp. “Why does it matter?”

“I’m no’ a nice man.” He kissed his way from her reddened ear to the corner of her mouth. “’Tis why you favor me, or so you claimed. Or do you pity me?”

“Are you jealous of a blind man?” She swallowed as he skimmed his lips over hers. “I only want you, if that’s what you mean by favor.”

Silencing her with a hard, fast kiss made his blood run even hotter. Putting his mouth on her in the now barricaded infirmary made all manner of other, highly unseemly impulses appeal to him. He could bid her drop to her knees and love him with her mouth. He might spend the rest of the day and all night with her in here naked and yielding under him. For now he would force himself to be content with a reminder of whom she belonged to now.

“I shall teach you to ken my meaning,” he said against her lips as he slipped his hand into the front of her trews. As he suspected she wore nothing underneath them, and he could slide his fingers into her damp folds without hindrance. “Only I touch you here, where you’re soft and hot and wet. ’Tis mine. Answer me as I’ve taught you.”

Rebecca gulped. “Aye, my lord.”

His cock stiffened and pounded, but he ignored it as he penetrated her with two fingers, and used his thumb to gently stroke her nub. “You shall bare your arse for me tonight as soon as we’re alone. Once I leave my mark on you, you shallnae forget in whose bed you belong.”

She clenched around his fingers and moaned something. At the same time there came a knock on the infirmary door.

“Healer McIan?” Lochran’s voice called out.

Dorchad pulled her over to a treatment table and yanked down her trews as he released his cock. “Answer him.”

“Yes, Chief, I’m still here,” Rebecca said in a loud, steady voice as she trembled violently. “I’m a little busy right now, however.”

Parting her thighs and pressing into her hot, sweet quim rammed so much sensation and relief into Dorchad he nearly spilled as soon as he buried his full length. Leaning over, he twined his fingers through hers, and began to fack her with slow, gentle strokes to torment her.

“I shallnae interrupt,” the chief said. “I only wish to ken if I may aid you with naming and sorting the old healer’s medicines.”

Dorchad clamped a hand over her mouth before she could speak, and called out, “I shall see to her needs, Brother.”

“Ah.” Lochran cleared his throat. “’Tis best, I imagine. Fair day to you both.”

Once the heavy footsteps retreated Dorchad pulled out of Rebecca, lifting her and placing her on her back before he stripped off her trews and boots and climbed on top of her. He couldn’t stop from cramming himself into her again, and when he did she gripped his shoulders and made a strangled sound as she squeezed her eyes shut.

“The chief’s hearing and smell, they’re better than anyone in the clan may claim,” he told her as he pumped in and out of her with harder, heavier thrusts. “Even outside a chamber he’s aware of what happens within. Doubtless he’s imagining me facking you this moment. Look at me. Do you wish me cease?”

Rebecca’s damp cheeks turned pink as she opened her eyes. “No, please.”

He rolled her bare legs onto his shoulders, lifting her so that only her shoulders and head remained on the table. The position allowed him to go deeper, hammering his cock into every inch of her softness until she was writhing with the effort of holding off her own pleasure.

“I dinnae care what my brothers think of us,” he muttered. “I care only to be inside your sweetness, and possess it as often as I may. ’Tis mine, mine alone. Do you ken?”

“Yes,” Rebecca said, far too frantic now to answer him as he expected.

“Then give your pleasure to me now.” He bent his head and kissed her, muffling her cry as she shook with bliss, triggering his own peak.

Nothing in his life had ever been as good as pumping his seed into her tight quim in that moment. It poured out of him like hot blood even as her silken wetness caressed him with rhythmic clasps. Now he would be hard-pressed to deny her seeking her pleasure with his, for he’d be depriving them both.

I shall end up this bed wench’s slave if I dinnae take care.

The table proved too small for him to stretch out and hold her, so once they both calmed he drew out of her quim and stood, straightening his garments. He wanted to tend to her, but if he dallied in this chamber much longer he wouldn’t leave it for hours.