Alex finished his meal and sought his bed, needing to put an end to this day. He closed the door to his bedchamber and approached the adjoining door. Not wanting to wake Sybella, he placed his ear to the door. When nothing stirred from the other side, he took it as a good sign.

He undressed and walked to the bed in his naked form.

And then he jumped.

* * *

“Dh’ fhuirich mi riut.” I waited for you.

Alex’s eyes widened. “God’s teeth, lass.”

Sybella leaned up from the bed on her elbows. “Come now, Laird Alexander MacDonell. I thought ye were a fierce Highland laird.”

“Aye, but I didnae expect someone to be lying in my bed in wait. Tha e anmoch.” It’s late.

She held a private invitation in the depths of her eyes. “Then ye must forgive me.” Praise the saints for the ale because she would’ve never had the courage to be so bold. She lifted the blankets, consciously exposing her bare body. “I will take my leave.”

Alex jumped on the bed and grabbed Sybella’s wrist. “Chan fhaod.” No, you may not. When she raised her brow, he quickly added, “Stay. Please.”

Sybella stared with longing at him, and he returned an appreciative glance. In truth, there was no place else she would rather be than in her husband’s bed, crushed in his embrace. Her body ached for his touch and she was powerless to resist.

He eased her back down onto the bed, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His eyes met hers and it was too easy to get lost in the way he looked at her.

“Tell me ye donna want me,” she whispered.

His lips brushed against hers as he spoke. “I cannae. I told ye. There are nay lies between us.”

The stubble of his beard burned her cheeks as his mouth came over hers. He forced her lips open with his thrusting tongue, shattering her calm with the hunger of his kiss. His hands pulled her closer, demanding a response. And she was more than willing to respond.

Her hands roamed brazenly and traced the muscles of his hard body. She tried desperately to mold their bodies as one. He cupped her with his hands, skimming his way down to her taut stomach and hips. He lowered his head and his mouth was delightfully warm as he sucked her nipple, sending a bolt of awareness through her.

She ran her fingers through his hair as his tongue whirled and nipped until the tips of her breasts formed hardened peaks. Heat flooded her body and her senses were drowning in pools of desire.

Her hand moved from around his waist. She didn’t realize she had brushed the swollen tip of his erection until her instincts took over and she moved her fingers back to encircle him.

He was so hard.

“Careful, lass. Ye donna want this to be over before it has even begun.”

She brushed her finger over his lips. “Alex…” She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say, but the huskiness in her husband’s voice made him so very male. Her thoughts spun.

God help her. She wanted him. Now.

She sank back deeper into the bed. He lowered his hand and entered her gently with his finger. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back with the pleasure that he gave her.

Before she knew what he was about, he’d drugged her with kisses down the entire length of her body. He moved and withdrew his finger, planting a kiss between her thighs. When she tried to push him away, he only widened her legs and continued to suck and lick her…there.

Sybella let out a cry of delight at the delicious sensations he brought her. She was going to come apart. And he sensed it.

He rose to his knees and entered her with a single thrust. Her nails bit into his arms and her hips rose to meet him, taking him deeper. She wanted it harder.

“Alex…”

“Come for me, Ella.”

He lowered his hand and rubbed her most sensitive spot as he thrust in and out. Their bodies were in exquisite harmony with one another. Desire inched through her veins, rousing her to the peak of desire. She wanted to yield to the sweet burning sweetness that was captive within her.

The passion of his ardor mounted, and she finally abandoned herself to the whirl of sensations. Love flowed into her like warm, molten honey, shattering her into a million glowing stars.

But Alex wasn’t done with her. He was unrelenting.

While she writhed in bittersweet agony, he forced her to a second release. Hard. Fast.

She hadn’t even known that was possible.

Sybella lay drowned in a flood of liberation of mind and body. She was drawn to a height of passion she had never known before. Satisfaction pursed her mouth and she felt a bottomless peace. Tonight there were no shadows across her heart. This was where she knew she belonged. By her husband’s side. In his bed. As his wife.

Alex placed his arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck. “Ye may sleep in my bed anytime ye wish.”

She giggled in response. “May I ask something of ye?” She brushed the tiny hairs on his arm with her nails.

Alex stiffened. “Aye.”

“I hope when ye share my bed that your only purpose isnae to get me with child.” She didn’t dare look at him because he paused. In fact, there was a heavy moment of silence and she thought at one point he may not even respond.

“’Tisnae the only reason I share your bed, Ella.”

And that was all he said. Nothing more. Nothing less. The next thing she heard was a snort in her ear as her husband slept. She rolled onto her side and faced him. Placing her head to his chest, she breathed in the scent of him and sighed.

“Oh, Alex. Tha gaol agam ort.” I love you.

Sixteen

Sybella’s unruly locks tickled Alex’s nose. He wiped them away and then opened his eyes. This was most definitely not a dream. His bonny temptress of a wife lay nestled into his chest. For a moment, he did not move and simply watched her. She looked peaceful, like an angel who’d spread her wings and embraced him, touching his very soul.

She stirred in his arms. “Are ye awake already?”

He rubbed her shoulder tenderly. “Shhh…Go back to sleep, Ella.”

She draped her arm over his waist and sighed. “Ye feel so warm and wonderful.”

“As do ye.”

“Do we have to leave this bed?”

He chuckled in response. “I love the thought of keeping ye here all day, but I’m afraid there are things to which I must attend.”

Sybella groaned. “I suppose Aunt Iseabail would wonder where we were.” She lifted her head and smiled. “Madainn mhath.”

His finger traced her jaw. “Good morning to ye as well.” He kissed her tenderly and then sighed. “Ye know ye do make it nearly impossible to leave this bed.”

“Then donna.”

“Ye tempt me too much, Wife.”

She buried her face in the corded muscles of his chest. “I do?”

Alex suddenly had the feeling that the bonny siren lying in his bed had a burning desire, an aching need, for another kiss. “Thig an seo,” he growled. Come here.

“What?” Her voice was a mask of innocence.

Alex pulled her up, sliding her body against his. Parting her lips, Sybella raised herself to meet his kiss. His mouth continued to explore her soft ivory flesh. She was so incredibly tempting. He seared a path down her neck, her shoulders. He nibbled on her earlobe. And then he pulled back and gave her a peck on the top of the head.

“If I donna stop now, I will keep ye chained to this bed all day. I really enjoyed being with ye, but I must get dressed and prepare for travel.”

She raised herself up on her elbow. “For travel? Where? When?”

“Your father has arranged passage for me to Lewis—in three days.”

Sybella paled.

* * *

Three days. Sybella had three days to find that bloody stone.

Fear and anger knotted inside her. If she didn’t discover that dreaded rock by then, she would be forced to tell Alexander the truth. He was entering into a war that was not his own, caused by her father, no less. Not only had her sire made an attempt on Alex’s life, but now her husband would be marked as an enemy of the MacLeods for killing their chief—who had never tried to kill her to begin with.

God help her. Alex would never trust her once he learned the truth. Frankly, she wasn’t sure what he’d do, and for the first time in her life, she was afraid. Her only hope was to find the stone, deliver it to her father, and pray the man would do the right thing and stop Alex from going to Lewis.

She rose from the bed and wrapped herself with a blanket. “I will do anything I can to assist ye.”

Alex stood and donned his kilt. “Thank ye, but there is naught ye can do. I must meet with John and MacGregor. While I travel to Lewis, MacGregor will stay behind. He will see to your welfare.”

She walked around the bed and faced him. “I donna want Ciaran to look after me. I want ye.”

“Ye flatter me, lass, but I have nay choice. I must travel to Lewis.”

All Sybella could manage to do was nod.

“Donna look so troubled. I will return before ye know it.” He sat on the bed and put on his boots. “As ye said, I am a fierce Highland laird.”

She smiled but knew the smile did not quite reach her eyes.

He moved in an instinctive gesture of comfort. “Ye worry overmuch. I will be fine. Why donna ye take a walk to the loch? I am sure my cousin and Aunt Iseabail would love to go with ye.” He bent his head and kissed her lips. “I shall meet up with ye later.”

She watched her husband close the door and then she pivoted on her heel. Sybella practically ran into her chamber, splashed cold water on her face, and dressed. For a moment, she thought about not breaking her fast, but she knew that if she didn’t show up, someone would come looking for her. She would just eat quickly and resume her purpose. Curse her father and brother. In truth, she wasn’t sure how many more times she could.