Mated to the Highlanders

Katie Douglas

Description

Tabitha needs four dominant Highlanders to protect her.

In 1876, something seems to have gone awry, because four strong Highland hunters get bonded with the same cat at the annual Highland Fling. Then they discover the cat is actually a lovely young woman called Tabitha, who is cursed to transform into a Scottish Wildcat on a monthly basis. And she finds out the four men are wolf-shifters.

The men are instantly drawn to their beautiful, spirited new bride, and are eager to mate with her and claim her as their own. But their match belies a deep problem with the spirits that watch over the village. When stranger things begin to happen around them, threatening everyone in the village, can they find a way to solve the odd goings-on with the spirit world?

This is not a serial, but a series of standalones. HEA guaranteed.

Publisher’s Note: This light-hearted Scottish historical romance is a wolf shifter reverse harem. There are elements of ménage, power exchange, paranormal with a little mad science, and steamy sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Sujets

• Alpha (ethology)
• Romance
• Scottish
• Scotland
• Highlander

Informations

• Publié par: Blushing Books Publications
• Date de parution: 09 août 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781947132160
• Langue: English

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Mated to the Highlanders
Highland Fling Brides Book Three


Katie Douglas

Blushing Books
Contents



What’s Inside


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Epilogue


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Mated to the Highlanders

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Innis put Tabitha on the floor but she had become light-headed, and leaned against his body for support.
“Is this a swoon or a faint?” Campbell asked.
“I dinnae ken,” Innis replied.
“Attack of the vapours,” Tabitha mumbled, but her body had become placid and uncoordinated, and her lips wouldn’t behave. Between her legs, she was having a more serious problem. There were definitely vapours down there. Too many of them. And her underthings were growing damp.
The problem got worse when Innis leaned down and kissed her. His lips touched hers lightly for a split-second, but he pressed them against her harder as she yielded to him, and his tongue darted into her mouth, so she tasted him.
Her hands fell loosely by her sides and she was powerless to do anything but let him take what he wanted from her while she mewled like a hungry kitten.
“Good lass,” Campbell’s approving tone drifted into her consciousness from somewhere close by. Then, Innis broke apart from her, turned her around and suddenly it was Campbell who supported her body while he seized her mouth and made her his.
She gasped for air when he released her, and she didn’t know if she ought to resist or kiss him back. Before she made up her mind, he’d passed her back to Innis again, and he demanded her full attention with his tongue. She wondered where else he could put his tongue, and what pleasures it might elicit.
Not only that, but being passed between the two men while they kissed her was unbelievably arousing. Innis handed her back to Campbell and his lips brushed hers tenderly. He was definitely the more affectionate of the two men, while Innis was the more dominant one. She wondered if, aside from Frazer, the rest of them had any sort of pecking order.
Then her thoughts vanished again as Campbell’s kiss made her literally drench herself. She sighed and almost fell over as he pulled away, about to pass her back to Innis, but the other man stopped him.
“I think our lassie here needs to lie down awhile,” Innis said knowledgably.
Innis didn’t need help picking Tabitha up; she knew he was strong enough. All the same, Campbell insisted on being a part of the task, and soon, four hands had laid her face down onto the bed.
“Now, where were we?” Campbell uttered. The tone of his voice sent chills through Tabitha.
“I think we were about to raise her skirt and find out what sort of undergarments she has on,” Innis replied with a mischievous chuckle. Tabitha blushed harder, if that was even possible, as the men persistently peeled her skirts and petticoats away, exposing her legs.
Tabitha caught her breath in the silence and wondered what the men were thinking as they looked at her bare legs; her calves, her thighs, and—she began to blush—her bottom and the little glimpse they must have of her opening.
Chapter 1

Glenash Village, Scotland, 1876
“Y ou’re fretting too much, lassie,” Granny Etta said gently.
“I dinnae want tae go,” Tabitha complained.
Tabitha knew the rest of the village was excited about it being the night of the dance, but she wanted to be anywhere else. However, her elderly grandmother had insisted. She would . The old woman didn’t know about Tabitha’s problem. Finding two husbands at the Highland Fling was the last thing on Tabitha’s mind.
“I just want to see ye settled, Tabby,” the old lady said as they walked towards the big fire where the villagers were congregating. “Look how happy all last year's folk are.”
Tabitha glanced up and spotted what her grandmother was pointing at. Fiona Magellan was arm-in-arm with Martin and William, while Graham carried their twins, one in each arm. Nobody really questioned who the father was; as far as anyone in the village was concerned, all three men were the fathers of each baby. The same was true of the rest of the babies in the village. Most were conceived by two men, which was far more conventional. It was tradition.
Tabitha’s eyes fell on Lucy, who had married two years earlier. The fathers, Hugh and Steen, were with her, and their daughter Mary. The swell of Lucy’s belly beneath her tartan dress made it clear that Mary would have a brother or sister soon.
All the little families seemed so peaceful.
A pang of longing surged through Tabitha's stomach, but she quickly pushed it aside. Marriage wasn't for her. Not with her horrific monthly curse.
She looked away. Granny Etta had melded into a big group of older women.
“O' course, it's a wee bit tricky tae get the right wool up here,” an old lady was saying. The others all nodded as though this were a real and pressing problem that everyone needed to pay heed to. Tabitha moved away from them, then caught sight of four men she'd only glimpsed from a distance before. Everyone knew them, though. The men were as inseparable as brothers, although they weren't related as far as Tabitha knew. She adjusted her white choker, made out of some cheap imitation silk that her grandmother had found at a market, then she straightened her shoulders and headed toward the men.
She was three steps away from them when she was hit with a sharp stomach pain. No. Not here. Digging her fingernails into her wrist, she forced her body to not bend double as she desperately tried to look casual, changing her course to get to the safety of the trees.
Behind a shrub, she hissed through her teeth as the agonizing cramps hit. The world got a lot larger and she knew she had taken her animal form; a Scottish wildcat.
She took a moment to sit on the ground behind the shrub and lick her paws, trying to calm her nerves. What should she do? She was out in public and she'd shifted! The moon must have been powerful, tonight. Usually, she was good at suppressing the urge, even during the full moon. If the other villagers of Glenash discovered what she was, she knew they would harm her.
Out in the distance, the music began to play, signalling that the dance had begun. Taking a deep breath, she tried to make a plan. Her grandmother would be looking for her, soon, and she couldn't get her clothes out of sight because the silly dress she'd been wearing had too many skirts for her to drag in her mouth. She sighed from the bottom of her paws. This shift was the worst timing imaginable.



Frazer caught sight of Tabitha and watched her begin to walk over to where he stood with Kivan, Innis and Campbell. Then, she abruptly turned and headed for the forest. Weird. He had hoped to talk to her, even briefly, before the music started. The first beats of the drum called out. Frazer came to the dance every year, and he knew it was time to watch this year's pairings dancing together.
He loved that the village had a special ritual to ensure that each woman got two husbands. Life was cheap and death was easy to find in Glenash. The highlands were not a hospitable landscape for anyone, especially in winter, so in the summer, the men and women paired up, and while marriage was always for life in Glenash, everyone hoped the summer unions would last more than one season.
“Hie! Frazer!” Innis called.
“What is it?”
“I got more ringey! Ye need tae try it!” Innis held out a hip flask and Frazer thought for a second before taking it. Apple ringey was a spirit, and it was named after the ringing sound people heard the morning after drinking it. Deciding he had nothing important to do tomorrow, Frazer seized the metal flask and took a deep draught. He swallowed and the liquor instantly warmed his chest.
“Aye, good juice, that,” Frazer remarked,