the Border Vixen (2010) by Small Bertrice - Border Chronicles

Author:Small, Bertrice - Border Chronicles [Chronicles, Small, Bertrice - Border]
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group USA, Inc.
Published: 2011-01-14T19:08:09.140000+00:00

Chapter 10

Ewan Hay had never been more surprised in his life than he was when Mad Maggie Kerr’s husband had without a single word sent him crumbling to the floor. As he sat dazed upon the floor of the Anchor and the Cross, Ewan tasted the blood in his mouth, and at least two of his teeth felt loose. But there was no time to feel sorry for himself, for the landlord’s two sturdy sons pulled him up, and hustled him out the inn door, tossing him rudely into the street.

“Dinna come back!” the taller of the two said to him.

“Ye have no right,” Ewan blustered. “I paid for my accommodation!”

“Ye forfeited it when ye insulted the wife of the king’s kinsman,” the innkeeper’s son said. “Begone with ye now!”

“I want my money back!” Ewan yelled as he got to his feet.

“What ye’ll get is a beating ye’ll ne’er forget if yer not on yer way by the time I count to three,” came his answer. “One! Two! Three!” The innkeeper’s son stepped forward menacingly, his two big fists balled tightly, his look fierce.

Ewan Hay turned and ran. The laughter that followed him didn’t help his mood. His stomach rolled, and stepping into an alley, he vomited much of the sour wine and ale he had consumed that day. Then he stepped out of the narrow passage, straightened his garb, dusted himself off, and followed along with the crowds headed for St. Andrews Castle. He managed amid the excitement and confusion to gain entry into the great hall before the king and queen arrived.

As he wandered through the jovial crowd of guests, he suddenly spotted Mad Maggie Kerr in her peach velvet gown. He edged himself closer and closer to her. Her husband was nowhere in sight. Ewan had wanted her for years, although she didn’t know it. He had first seen her when she was about thirteen, riding across the moors. She had been hell-bent for leather, leaning low over the neck of that great dapple gray stallion of hers, her skirts hiked high, her bare white legs visible to anyone with eyes to see. Her rich brown hair had been blowing in the wind, and Ewan Hay thought she was the most beautiful and desirable girl he had ever seen. She hadn’t seen him.

She never saw Ewan Hay as he watched her ride the moors, or at the meetings of the border chieftains when she came with her grandfather and he had been with his brother. He fantasized about seducing her; about riding her down, taking her from her horse, and having his way with her in the heather. She would fight him, of course. And each time he considered it, his cock grew to iron in his breeks. He imagined her clawing at him in a desperate effort to avoid his possession. He imagined her screaming at him, cursing him, as he impaled her and fucked her until she fainted.

He still dreamed of her, the duplicitous bitch! Her breasts rising and falling above the gold edging on her bodice were so damned tempting.

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