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Chapter Thirteen
Emma
I was in a trance. A heated, sensual stupor. Logan was touching me, licking every inch of my body. I’d lost count of how many orgasms collided with each of our bodies. And still I was hungry for more.
Every once in awhile, the scientist came by, wafting more of the sweet incense over us, jotting down notes in a large book of parchment. He had a grin on his face that reminded me of the Cheshire Cat fromAlice in Wonderland. High on excitement, charm and trickery. Gleeful at his mischief. Us bending to his wishes so easily and seemingly without a willpower of our own.
I knew this and yet I couldn’t stop it. My body demanded satisfaction. To be touched, to be pleased, to thrill my husband in return. An intense impulse. My hands. My mouth. My body. All of me moved with all of him in erotic synchronicity. A ride I had no desire to leave, but to remain here in this trance forever.
I closed my eyes, sinking into Logan’s mesmerizing touch. Delighting in the way he slid his tongue over my nipple, his hands clutching at my hips as he drove in side me. My fingers threaded through his luscious hair, tugging gently in silent demand for more.
A moment later, a wash of cold air hit me, sparking gooseflesh all over my body. Logan stilled. The sweet incense was gone. The heady warmth of the dungeon disappeared.
I opened my eyes, staring round the dilapidated cell, light shining in through a hole in the ceiling. I blinked several times, my mind adjusting to the fact that it was all gone.
Each of us seemed to come out of the trance at once.
Could it be? Had we time traveled? It wouldn’t be the first time we’d done so without the aid of the time key. Our sensuality was powerful, magical enough, to take us to places we’d never dreamed of.
That was what Logan had meant when he told us all to remember the glen. The time he’d come searching for me in the modern era. All of them had gone to the glen on the night of a full moon. They’d made love, and Logan had dreamed of me. The next thing that had happened was breaking through the time and space continuum.
We’d done it again.
Our magic must have torn us from the scientists’ grip and hurdled us into the future. The shackles had rusted from the walls, falling to dust from our wrists. I touched one, still feeling the raw skin from where it had rubbed on the iron. None of the wooden tables, or the madman’s workstation was left. None of the guards, or the door they’d blocked. Only dust, dirt and cobwebs. From the shape of the room, I presumed we were still in Castle Rising, only several hundred years in the future.
I shivered as a fresh draft came through the gap in the ceiling. We were still completely nude.
“We’re still in England,” Logan whispered.
I nodded, my voice catching when I tried to answer. Crossing my arms over my breasts, I scooted closer to Logan. Shona and Moira did the same with their husbands, each of us seeking strength from our soul mates. The men didn’t seem bothered by their nakedness as much as we ladies did, though we all avoided eye contact. Though we’d seen each other sans clothes before, it was still a little awkward.
I felt myself wanting to cover my stomach, still stretched out from having been pregnant, reminding me often of bread dough. But I tried not to think of it since Logan said I was beautiful, sexy, and that he loved me this way.
“Any chance we’ll find some clothes?” I asked, doubtful.
Logan chuckled. “We can try.”
We made our way out of the dungeon, going up the stone stairs, which were crumbling in places and gone altogether in others. Gaps in the walls, and great holes, caused wind to tunnel through, chilling us in our nude states. We passed an old cell, the very one we’d out Steven in. The iron had mostly rotted, jutting up like spears from the bottom, and having rotted or rusted away at the top. It was empty of course, not even a pot to piss in. But still…
“Wait.” I slipped inside, getting down on my hands and knees to feel around on the ground, just in case the time key had managed to pass by the eyes of hundreds of men over countless years. “Nothing.” I sat back on my heels, hands pressed to my knees, a disappointed sigh on my lips. What did I expect?
Logan came up behind me, his hands sliding over my shoulders and massaging gently. “The scientist has it,mo chridhe.”
I frowned into darkened ruins. “I was hoping he was lying. That somehow a miracle would place the time key still here on the floor.”
“We dinna need it,” Logan said. “If that madman’s science proved anything it was that we could travel without the key. That our magic, our power, was superior to all his powders and poisons. We were triumphant.” I turned to smile up at him, and he winked, then leaned close to my ear to whisper, “Lord knows I could make love to ye all day.”
I grinned, his body hiding the blush that covered my cheeks. “Aye, husband, but with the key we could plug in specific dates.”
“Aye, but it is gone now, and we’d best move forward. Figure out how to get home to Saor.”
I nodded, letting him help me to my feet. “But what about the scientist?”
“We will go back for him. For now, we need to find clothes. We’ve no weapons either. We’ll have to improvise.” Logan led the group through the drafty, dank ruins.
We found an old plaid blanket in one of the rooms. Perhaps left by someone seeking shelter, or a couple of teenagers who’d snuck off to make love in a ruins. Logan handed the blanket to me and I gestured Shona and Moira close. We wrapped it around ourselves, the cold of the wool against our bare flesh almost giving more of chill than the air itself, but it would warm with our body heat soon and at least now we were covered in case we happened upon anyone.
As we made our way toward the front entrance, the men grabbed various things they could use as weapons. Logan, a massive piece of timber with a sharpened tip. Rory a large stone he could bash a head in with, and Ewan had found an old fire poker in what had once been the great hall.
