Page 34 of Draped in Plaid
Chapter Ten
Logan
I seethed with anger, flexing my fists and testing the strength of the iron at my wrists. The shackles were strong, but not overly so. With some time, I could yank the hook from the wall. Free myself. Free my wife. Free my friends. Kill the bloody bastards who’d done this to us.
Fuck, but I was angry enough.
That bastard had better hold onto his ballocks because as soon as I get free, I’m going to rip them from his body and shove them down his throat.
I flicked my gaze to Emma who hung on the wall beside me. Beautiful… Her creamy white skin shone in the torchlight. Breasts heaving. She looked over at me, her lashes dipping over her cheeks. Shy, coy.
Seeing her like that reminded me of the love play we engaged at in our bedchamber at Gealach. When I tied her to the bedpost, or the hook on the wall where a tapestry normally hung. The way she liked me to lick her from her mouth down to her toes, and then lift her into the air, plunging my cock deep inside her wet warmth.
I shook the vision from my mind, my body reacting instantly to the carnal thoughts—her naked body so close and yet so far away. I yearned for her. Still craved her with every ounce of my being.
Damn…
The anger, the rage, it wasna exactly evaporating, but more so being taken over.
My head fell back as I sucked in a deep, sweet-scented breath. Whatever the whoreson wafted beneath my nose was making me feel… warm. Tingly. Elated.
Hot.
Damned hot.
Filled with desire.
Blood tunneled to my cock, raising it like a beacon seeking its home.
“Emma,” I whispered.
“Logan,” she answered.
“I want ye, lass.” I yanked against the restraints, ready to rip them from the wall.
The man poked me in the chest, jerking my gaze forward.
“Get away from me,” I growled.
He only laughed. “You’re a large man.” His gaze slid over my hard cock. But even his appreciative regard couldna turn my desire for my wife down a single notch. “A powerful man.” Snake-like fingers cupped my sac, squeezed.
I jerked my knee up, risking the pain of his grip in an effort to get him off me. For a moment it worked, before he was gripping me again and clucking his tongue.
I gritted my teeth, ready to butt him in the face with my forehead. “Get your bloody hands off me.”
The man chuckled behind his leather mask, but he did let go. “I am working on something. It’s scent related. Has a heady reaction to the body. One of these is your woman?”
I didna answer.
“By not answering, I’m assumingaye. And I’m guessing it’s this one.” He jutted his chin toward Emma. “Else you cannot keep your eyes off another man’s woman.”
What in bloody hell was in the incense? My nostrils flared as I picked up the familiar scent of Emma’s desire. Whatever the madman had let up into the air had my blood thrumming, and desire was making me lose control. Lose all train of thought.
Lifting my hands from the hook, he freed me without question, and it took every ounce of my restraint not to detain the man. But curiosity won out. His guards along the wall took steps closer. One of them holding up a jar that looked just like the one that held that awful red powder that had knocked us all out.
I begrudgingly kept my retribution in check.
Instead, I glowered into the dark eyes behind the mask. Imagining all the things I’d do to him had I no one else to worry about.
