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your aim must be true. If you miss, you die.”
Angus blinked, certain he would give into the dizziness and faint as the other two had. Yet he didn’t. ‘Twas close for a certainty, yet he didn’t.
“I stole these med kits and a bio weapon from dead aliens.” Lady Octavia showed him three items. “You don’t know what they’re called because I don’t either. Your knowledge of my language is based on my knowledge, just as my knowledge of your language is based on your knowledge.” She switched back to his beloved Gaelic—a language he now understood was considered Old Gaelic. “I know this is a lot to take in, but I couldn’t stand lying to you for another moment. I am not Lady Octavia. I’m just Octavia.”
His breathing was heavy. “You’re wrong aboot that.”
“About what?”
Perspiration dotted his entire frame. He motioned for her to come to him at the table. When she did, he reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders. She gasped.
“You will always be Lady Octavia for I shall take you to wife and none will be wiser.”
Her gaze softened, but she glanced away. “I won’t do that to you. I can’t.”
“You can and you will.”
Whatever she had been about to say was stopped by his kiss. He ravished her mouth with a hard, hot kiss that caused her to straddle his lap and kiss him back with equal passion. She moaned into his mouth, making his erection press against her. She kept kissing him as she reached down between them, took his shaft in her hands, and stroked his cock long and hard. He held onto her backside, his hands making their way up the cloak, settling on her arse cheeks and grabbing them. She tried to put his shaft inside her, but he wouldn’t let her. She groaned with need. He shuddered as he exploded, cum spewing out of his cock and into her hands on a moan.
Their breathing was equally heavy—his from orgasm, hers from arousal. Angus pulled off her cloak and she continued to straddle him naked.
“Please,” she begged. “Let me get you hard again. I need you inside me.”
“You’ll get me inside you every day and night,” he thickly promised.
He removed his hands from her lush arse and palmed her big tits. He ran his tongue over one extended nipple and then the other, over and over, again and again. She cried out softly, her hips rutting, wanting him inside her. Angus kept sucking her nipples as he reached between them and found her clit. He worked the small piece of aroused flesh with one of his thumbs while she moaned and groaned, hissing and in need.
“I’m coming,” she told him. “Oh my God, I’m—”
She cried out as she came for him, the nipple in his mouth jutting out impossibly further. He suckled it hard as he withdrew his hand. Aroused already, his cock felt nigh unto bursting. He wanted inside her more than he wanted air to breathe. But then…
He plucked her nipple from his mouth with a popping sound. His breathing was ragged. Every muscle in his body was clenched.
“I will not disgrace you, Lady Octavia.”
Her emerald eyes widened even as her breathing proved as heavy as his own. “What?”
He grabbed her arse cheeks again and squeezed. “Do you want me, lass?”
“Oh my God, yes.”
He grunted, pleased. “Then as we say in American English, put a ring on it.”
Octavia looked stunned. Then she threw back her head and laughed. He found himself joining in her amusement.
“You really want to marry me despite everything you now know?” she asked.
“Aye. I do.”
She smiled. “I don’t know where we’ll get rings, but let’s do it. I can’t think of a better man to spend the fourteenth century with.”
His expression was arrogant. “Neither can I.”
Chapter Eight
The wedding took place early the next morning. The quickness was weird by Octavia’s standards, but apparently not by medieval ones. James and Dr. Kincaid both gave her away. The McClintocks’ resident priest officiated. Unfortunately, he officiated in ancient Latin so she didn’t know she was a married woman until the Highlanders held up their swords and shouted their approval. The Karrik warriors all took to one knee and pledged their loyalty to their new mistress. Formalities out of the way, the Karriks took turns thumping Angus on the back before a handful of McClintock warriors joined in.
Magnus and Iohanna McClintock offered their best wishes and insisted the newly wedded couple break their fast with them before leaving. Angus