Page 22 of Claimed by the Clan Chief

“And you must too, for Mrs. Humphrey will tan your hide some more if you are absent much longer.” He paused. “And I’m sure your ass has taken enough for one day.”

“Aye, sir, it has.”

“Go on then. Be quick.”

Isla rushed from the room. Her buttocks were on fire, her heart swollen with emotions she’d never experienced before, and her breaths were coming in short, sharp snatches. The salty taste of McTavish lingered in her mouth.

Deep in the forest she’d performed a spell in alliance with Mother Nature to snare Trevor McTavish and she still wanted him. But what the hell had she let herself in for? He was a Highlander who demanded obedience from not just his men, but also his women. And if he didn’t get it, his hands were skilled at delivering discipline.

The moment Isla entered the kitchen instructions were barked her way.

“Get this out to the feasting table, Isla.”

“Why are the damn cats under my feet? Isla, get them out of here, now.”

“Isla, where have you been?” Una scowled at her. “Have you been crying?”

“No, of course not. And I’ve been tending the laird’s guest as you told me to.” Isla swiped at her hot cheeks and reached for a plate of spiced boiled cabbage. “You said you’d had enough of running up and down the stairs with water, remember.”

“Aye, but I would have done it myself if I’d ken you’d take so long.”

Isla ignored her and left the room with the cabbage. The material of her dress abraded her ass cheeks and her thighs slicked together. Despite her undignified punishment happiness wound around her heart and filled her chest. It was like a bubble growing, expanding, and searing through her veins.

‘I may have relieved some of my desire for you. But if you’re wondering if my cock will be hard again soon, thinking of you without panties and a delightfully rosy ass, the answer is aye, it will be.’

The spell had worked, she was sure of it. He spoke of desire for her, and his cock getting hard at the thought of her. Aye, she’d admit the fairies had meddled and it hadn’t gone completely to plan, but he wanted her. Of that she was certain.

So, even Una’s sour tones couldn’t dull Isla’s mood. She was a woman in love and every moment that went past convinced her the man of her dreams was falling for her too.

Chapter Six

The wedding ceremony was a great cause for celebration. Isla soon became caught up in the joy radiating from the laird’s nephew, Kendal, and the woman who would be the future lady of the house.

Luckily the bride seemed nice and Isla wasn’t afraid of her taking up the position as she very much gave the impression of being a caring, kindly woman who would be fair with her staff.

She also appeared to be fair with her attentions between both her new husband and his best friend, Reid Murray, but Isla didn’t dwell on that. So long as she wasn’t interested in Trevor McTavish, the new Lady Kendal McDonald could do what the hell she wanted.

Isla’s feet ached as she tended the guests who seemed to have hollow legs, they ate and drank so much.

She managed to take the time to enjoy a plate of the feast herself. Una did the same and they stood side by side in the kitchen. The window open behind them allowed a slight relief from the sunny spring day, made warmer by their rushing about.

“It should have been my day off,” Una muttered as she stabbed a chunk of cheese onto her fork.

“Aye, I ken.” It was Isla’s monthly day off the following day; she was glad it hadn’t clashed with the sudden wedding as Una’s had.

“My old man will be having a grand rage.” Una shook her head and frowned. “He’s expecting me wages, likely he’ll be out of ale too.”

Isla beat down a shiver. She’d only met Una’s husband once and that was a time too many. He was a great big bear of a man with a temper to match. And once he had a few drinks in his gut he was free and easy with his fists. “Are your two bairns still attending school?”

“When they can. Rabbie likes them to help around the house, and by that I mean do all the chores while he sits his lazy ass on a chair.”

Isla frowned. She didn’t ken why Una had married Rabbie eight years ago. He’d never been a handsome man, not even on his wedding day—a fact that could have been overlooked had he been of a gentle and kind demeanour and with a wish to provide for his family.

“Maybe he’ll drink so much he’ll fall into a bog one night, or onto the end of a Red Coat’s sword.” Una rolled her eyes. “If I’m lucky.”

“Aye, perhaps your luck will be in.” Isla bit into a chunk of bread and butter.

“Though it happening before I get home tonight with me wages is pushing that luck.”

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