Semua Bab Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Bab 781 - Bab 790

The afternoon was spent preserving the venison, but Rachael quickly discovered one unpleasant aspect of her condition. She hadn’t been plagued with any sickness thus far. Indeed, other than fatigue at the beginning, she’d enjoyed an unremarkable pregnancy so far. But as soon as she got close to the carcass of the stag, the smell of blood and raw meat made her stomach heave violently.She humiliated herself by retching into the snow, and try as she might she couldn’t rid herself of the odor that now seemed permanently implanted in her nostrils.Gannon gently led her away from where the women were working and took her through the snow to the far side of the courtyard where she could look upon the loch in the distance and breathe crisp, clean-smelling air.“ ’Tis humiliating,” Rachael muttered.Gannon smiled. “Nay, ’tis not an uncommon event for a woman in your condition. I think Lady Woods retched from the time she discovered her pregnancy to the time she delivered. Cormac and I were fo

She reared back and slapped him as hard as she could across one cheek.Caleb’s neck snapped back and he barely managed to stay on his knees. He whipped his head back around to stare at his wife. His wife. She stood before him, her eyes spitting fury, while Cameron and Gregor stood behind her looking faintly amused.“Are you mad?” he demanded. “What are you doing?”“I’m here to see you die,” she hissed. “If God is willing and with Laird Cameron’s permission, I aim to do the killing myself. ’Twould give me great pleasure to rid myself of you, Caleb Woods.”He heard her words. He saw the very real anger in her eyes. But he couldn’t make sense of any of it. Dread crept into his chest until it pained him more than the arrow wound in his back.It couldn’t be happening again. He couldn’t countenance history repeating itself in such a bizarre manner.Duncan Cameron came up behind Rachael and slid a hand over her shoulder. “Your wife is here to see you, Caleb. Isn’t that thoughtful of her? She

“If you don’t let me tend your wounds, you’ll die, and what good will you be to Rachael then?” Edward demanded in exasperation.Caleb snarled back at his brother, his impatience simmering like a cauldron. “You should be with Rachael. She is who needs tending. If she dies because we stand here arguing, I’ll make Mary a widow, I swear it.”Edward blew out his breath in frustration. “If I have to sit on you and have Alan clean your wound, I’ll do it. The sooner you allow me to tend you, the sooner Rachael will get the care she needs.”Caleb swore viciously. “Would you allow me to tend you if Mary had suffered as Rachael has? Nay, you would insist that Mary be taken care of first.”“Gannon is with Rachael. He’ll call if he has need of me. Rachael's wound is fresh. Yours is not and it has already begun festering. Damn it, Caleb, give over so that you can rest beside her.”’Twas the mention of being able to be with Rachael that made Caleb yield. While they stood arguing, Rachael was alone a

“Ouch!” Rachael yelped when Mary stuck another pin in her hair. She tried to rub at the spot, but Keeley grabbed her hand and forced it away from her hair.“ ’Tis important you look perfect this day,” Mary said.“I don’t see why,” Rachael muttered. “If the king wanted to thank me, a private word would be sufficient. All this pomp makes me nervous.”Keeley and Mary exchanged conspiratorial glances and Rachael was quick to latch on.“What? What mischief are you two brewing? I saw that look.”Keeley rolled her eyes. “We just want you to look stunning. Your recovery has been long. The weather is beautiful today. You should shine as marvelously as the sun.”“You’ve a silver tongue, Keeley. I see your aim. Ply me with flattery so I’ll forget that look between the two of you.”Mary laughed. “Oh, Rachael, do stop. Now let me look at you.”She stepped back and Rachael ran a nervous hand over the burgeoning swell of her belly. Keeley and Mary had worked to let out the waist so that it wouldn’t

“I ain’t teasin’ you. I just made my intentions clear.”“No, you talked about your fantasies. Not your intentions.”“That mean you think I’m all talk? I guarantee I’m not foolin’ around, Channing, darlin’.” He nuzzled her temple, tracking soft, moist kisses up her hairline and back down to her ear. He blew gently. Then he sucked all the air back out.Channing actually felt the sharp vibration in her pussy. This wild man could make her sopping wet with one well-placed whisper.“A little haughty, ain’t ya?” His fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt. Callused fingertips idly stroked the damp skin beneath the waistband of her jeans on her lower back. “I like your fire. A woman like you could burn a man up. And I’d enjoy every hot second as I went down in flames.”Her breath caught at the eroticism in his simple words and teasing touch.“Are you trying to see how far you can push me?”“I suspect you’re embarrassed to admit you’d like to be pushed by me. Or tied up, trussed up, any way