Page 109 of Taken By the Ruthless Highlander

“Well, I just dinnae understand why ye would do such a thing when there’s more than enough room in the castle…” Morgana trailed off.

His hot breath fanned her neck, causing goosebumps to rise over her skin.

“I doubt there will be room in the future,” Ryder purred.

Morgana could not help but quiver. She could just picture the playful smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

“Oh?” she teased, wiggling her hips tauntingly.

“Ye wanted bairns, I’ll give ye bairns. Enough to fill the castle.” Ryder nipped her earlobe.

She grabbed the reins and pulled them, stopping the horse.

“And just want do ye think ye’re doin’?”

“Callin’ yer bluff,” Morgana said, wiggling under his arm.

Ryder didn’t protest but let her slip down from the saddle. She dropped to the ground and turned abruptly.

Sure enough, that smirk was plastered on his face.

“Is that so?” Ryder jumped down from the horse, landing before her. “And what makes ye think I’m bluffin’? Come here.”

Morgana’s laughter filled the grove and startled the horse. Ryder tethered it as she took for the trees.

“And just where do ye think ye’re goin’? Ye cannae run from me.”

“Who said I was runnin’?” Morgana quipped as she tugged at the laces of her corset and tossed them at him.

“Ye shouldnae tempt me,” Ryder growled, taking off his shirt. “Wife.”

“Then come get me, husband.”

The End?