Chapter One
“Come,ifwedinnarise and return ye to your brother, Seocan will have my head.And my cock,” William said as he rolled out of his bed.
Ailith watched his long, muscled body move with ease.She appreciated his fine form, his golden sheen of hair that ran from his head, across his chest like down, and leading to said cock and thick thighs.She longed to lie in bed and admire his body – something that could have been spread across any fashion magazine in her time – but something else overwhelmed her on the heels of her admiration.
Shock.
That was the best way to describe her current mental state, despite the warmth that spread through her as she rested her gaze on William.How else could she explain her meeting with the Romani woman’s powerful touch that sent Ailith back in time, her vow to protect these rare mushrooms so future scientists might prevent a horrible disease, and meeting her betrothed, William MacDougal?
From under hooded eyes, she peeked as her handsome and surprisingly romantic groom-to-be picked up clothes off the floor.She smiled to herself.And the fact he supported her odd ways and aided in her success in preventing the mushrooms from being destroyed?
Supportive.For the moment.She sighed and truly hoped his disposition did not change.
Ailith rolled onto her side and rested her gaze on William and his finely rounded buttocks.At some point in the morn, he had lost his braies and stood in full golden glory in the center of his chambers.
“We canna have him take your cock.I find it useful,” Ailith teased as she pulled the fur coverlet to her chin, hiding her smile.
Now here she was, in the body of her many-times-over great-grandmother, ready to marry this man.
The mind reeled at that thought.Crazy.If she were not living it herself, she wouldn’t believe such a thing possible.
She had not thought it possible that short time ago, when she was still Emilie Gordon, seeking out Eladon, the Romani woman.Emilie’s, nay, nowAilith,herlife had not been the same since.
William turned to her, displaying his manhood so recently satisfied.He glanced down at his member, then grinned at her.
“What, and my head?Seocan can have that?”
Aye, he was quite the sight to watch as he strode around the room.Strong, agile, and more importantly to her and her future lineage,alive.
She should be pleased with all she had accomplished, ensuring the defeat of the mad king so he could not raze the eastern seaboard and destroy all the precious fungus.Though her work was not done, Ailith could at least rest a bit, marry this powerful Highland warrior, and enter a life she never believed might exist.
Ailith kicked the fur off her body, rose from the bed, and removed her léine.Then she trailed her fingertips over his chest and down to his cock.She cupped it lightly, and he groaned, leaning into her.
“Och, aye.Here is what I need.”
With a firm arm, he grasped her against him and kissed her hard.After a morning of gentle kisses, this one was raw and full of need.She pulled away slightly and held his face between her palms.
“Ye convinced me.We’ll keep the head, too.”
William barked out a laugh that made his sky-blue eyes dance as he smacked her rear soundly.She squeaked and rose on her toes.
“Cheeky, lass,” he growled.
She pressed her lips close but didn’t touch his.“Ye dinna know the half of it.”
Worrying about her next step with the mushrooms could happen after her wedding.
Her wedding.What did she even have prepared?Old Ailith might have known, but as Ailith presently, she did not.Did she have a dress?What sort of dress did a medieval woman in the Scottish Highlands wear?She’d have to think about that one.
Was a priest at a nearby church?Kirk, she thought.They’d call it akirk.The MacDougal Drumoak castle had a church, if she recalled correctly.Would she be married there or at the Gordon Tower of Glenbervie?
William chuckled again and moved toward the tall wardrobe against the corner of his room.The night before, dark as it had been, Ailith hadn’t taken in the majesty of his chambers, and the wardrobe, crafted of heavy, carved oak and taller than the man himself, was part of that majesty.He withdrew a fresh pair of braies, then paused and eyed his wardrobe.
“I’ll have to make room for your gowns, I presume.And your trunk.”
“We will stay here?At Drumoak?”
William nodded.“Aye, as my father and brothers and I keep our loyalty to my uncle Cormag, we remain near.And the keep is large enough for all our family and more.”He stepped into his braies and tied the laces, covering his well-formed thighs, cock, and buttocks.Ailith sighed to herself, losing sight of them.
