LOCH MORAR, SCOTLAND
The Castle-Greystone
Gavin was in the midst of the same nightmare that kept replaying itself over and over again in his unconscious mind.
He was back a Loch Morar and this time, Jillian was there but she didn’t look the same. His lass, Paige, was there as well. He couldn’t quite grasp why he was seeing both of them at the same time. Paige was standing in front of the Loch and Jillian was laughing. Not at him, but at his lass. His heart tugged in two separate directions.
“What are ye doing?” he asked and his voice vibrated strangely in his ears.
“I’m helping you get the treasure,” she said, gleefully.
The answer was innocent enough, he supposed, but something about her demeanor set his nerves on edge. “How?”
“We are going to use her.” Jillian pointed her finger at Paige.
Gavin shook his head. “Jillian, she is no going ta be a sacrifice.”
“Of course, she is. That’s what she is here for.”
“Nay.” He shook his head again. “There must be another way.”
“No, my Laird.” She laughed again and her voice crackled eerily reminding him of someone else. “Why else would she be here? She is the one you have fallen in love with and now, she must be sacrificed.”
“Nay, Jillian, I love ye.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew what he was saying was no longer true. He loved her at one time, aye, but not now.
“See,” she taunted. “You have just come to realize what I’ve known all along.”
Before Gavin could move, or say another word, the monster emerged from the Loch. The scaly head listed back and forth about to strike his lass.
“Naaaaay….”
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Gavin jerked awake. His entire body hurt but at the same time, he was uncomfortably aroused. Blinking, he tried to see, but the room was dim. And even though he could not see very well he felt, rather than saw, that he was home again. Had it all been a nightmare? He couldn’t help but wonder. He tried to sit up and groaned in pain. Falling back on the pillows, he shut his eyes once again.
“Shhh,” said a familiar voice as the bed gave at his side. “It’s all right my love, I am here now.”
Cool, clammy, hands slid up his thighs and wrapped around his jutting erection.
Gavin pulled in a sharp intake of air. “Lass,” he half moaned/groaned. Reaching down, he grabbed her hands and opened his eyes. In disbelief, he stared up at the crimson haired beauty. The one that had plagued him many a night in his dreams. Sure he was dreaming, he closed his eyes and reopened them again.
She was still there.
“Jillian?”
“Aye, laird, it’s me, your love, Jillian.” She tightened her hold, making him gasp in pain. “Were you expecting someone else?” Her ice blue eyes sparkled with venom.
Although her tone was sweet in an almost sickly way, Gavin had a hard time coming to terms with what he was seeing. Gritting back the pain she was causing, he choked, “Nay.”
“And here I thought you would be happy to see me.” Her ice blue eyes flashed with venom.
“How?” It was the only word he seemed to be able to manage.
Jillian dug her nails in deeper to the point she was almost drawing blood. “I’ve fought my way back from the dead for you. For us.”
Gavin tried to lift his hands but found he could do naught but endure the torture she was wielding against his person with her nails. “Jillian,” he gasped and then groaned as she dug her nails in deeper.
“Did you miss me?” She asked sweetly enough but there was still a sickly tone of contempt accompanying it.
“Yes,” he nodded.
She smiled then. It wasn’t a nice smile and then to his utter amazement, she lowered her mouth and suckled him.
His entire body tensed and at first, the intense pleasure he felt from her mouth made his erection stiffen even more but then she nipped at him and caused another unwelcome bought of pain.
Again, he tried to move but his body wasn’t cooperating. Dizzily, he looked around the room. Everything seemed to be moving in and out of focus.
Jillian continued her ministrations and just when he was on the precipice, she pulled away again.
His body shook from the conflicting sensations. Pain, pleasure, and then pain again. “Why are ye doing this?” he rasped out.
“That’s the million dollar question, my laird, she scathed. “ Why indeed.” She gave him a wicked mocking smile and then lowered her head once again.