own shirt and yanked it overhead, telling her again to take off her dress.
Swimming in the over-sized shirt, she tried to protest. “But, I cannot...”
He put his hand up to her mouth. “You will. The women will find other clothing for you to wear. Now, take it off or I'll take it off for you.”
She stood still, willing herself to remain strong. A low, guttural laugh escaped Callum's core. Without saying another word, he lifted Jocelin into his arms and threw her over his shoulder. Jocelin squirmed and yelped, trying to release his tight grip on her. Her efforts were no match for the strong, rugged Highlander. He carried her on, following the others to their chosen destination. Each of them laughed and teased the young, spry lass as they went on their merry way.
“Put me down!” Jocelin demanded one final time before she landed on the cold floor of a rather expansive room in what was left of the Castle of Polnoon. Looking around, she asked, “Why have you brought me here?” Sitting up, she took in the full view of Callum's nether regions. His long, muscular legs were merely inches from her face. Her eyes cascaded up his body, exploring him in all of his masculine glory. He gave off a scent that smelled of man and sensuality. Something in the pit of her stomach stirred. She shivered at the sensation and stopped cold when her examination found a bulge larger than any other she'd ever imagined in her dreams.
“Aye. You will have that soon, lass.” Jocelin blushed, averting her eyes.
Before Jocelin had a chance to fully recover, the three women tugged her arm, beckoning her to follow them. Each of them took a portion of her gown and ripped what remained of it off her. They were not threatening, but it was disconcerting all the same. Jocelin didn't know what to make of it. Everything was taking place so quickly.
One of them took pity on her and introduced herself and the others to offer Jocelin comfort. “My name is Sophie. These two are Emma and Chloe. We mean you no harm, ma'am. I assure you, you will thoroughly enjoy what Callum and his men have in mind for you.”
“Callum and his men?” Jocelin's voice caught the attention of the men.
Sophie waved them off. “I'm simply explaining what the young lass has gotten herself into, gentlemen. No trouble here.”
“I don't want any part of whatever this is.” Jocelin started before a beautiful gown, complete with sash and ribbon was placed over her head. She'd never seen anything so beautiful in all of her life. “What is this?”
Callum whistled, capturing the attention of all of the others. “Our young misfit has gotten herself cleaned up, men. Behold, the beautiful Jocelin.”
The other men cheered, “Aye!”
What Jocelin hated more than being made a spectacle out of was being made a spectacle in front of a room of virtual strangers. While she'd seen each of them before, none of them were friends of hers or her family and the last thing she wanted to do was play along with the Highlander's Game – whatever it was.
“Am I free to go, you swines!” She spoke without thinking. Those in the room gasped, except Callum.
“You are not my prisoner, young Jocelin. You are my guest. You may leave as you choose, but I am begging you to stay. It's not often that I beg for anything or anyone, in your case.”
Jocelin was dumbfounded. What he proposed went against anything she'd been led to believe. Surely, threatening the laird's nephew would result in some hideous punishment, regardless of the reason why. Callum took his orders
Swimming in the over-sized shirt, she tried to protest. “But, I cannot...”
He put his hand up to her mouth. “You will. The women will find other clothing for you to wear. Now, take it off or I'll take it off for you.”
She stood still, willing herself to remain strong. A low, guttural laugh escaped Callum's core. Without saying another word, he lifted Jocelin into his arms and threw her over his shoulder. Jocelin squirmed and yelped, trying to release his tight grip on her. Her efforts were no match for the strong, rugged Highlander. He carried her on, following the others to their chosen destination. Each of them laughed and teased the young, spry lass as they went on their merry way.
“Put me down!” Jocelin demanded one final time before she landed on the cold floor of a rather expansive room in what was left of the Castle of Polnoon. Looking around, she asked, “Why have you brought me here?” Sitting up, she took in the full view of Callum's nether regions. His long, muscular legs were merely inches from her face. Her eyes cascaded up his body, exploring him in all of his masculine glory. He gave off a scent that smelled of man and sensuality. Something in the pit of her stomach stirred. She shivered at the sensation and stopped cold when her examination found a bulge larger than any other she'd ever imagined in her dreams.
“Aye. You will have that soon, lass.” Jocelin blushed, averting her eyes.
Before Jocelin had a chance to fully recover, the three women tugged her arm, beckoning her to follow them. Each of them took a portion of her gown and ripped what remained of it off her. They were not threatening, but it was disconcerting all the same. Jocelin didn't know what to make of it. Everything was taking place so quickly.
One of them took pity on her and introduced herself and the others to offer Jocelin comfort. “My name is Sophie. These two are Emma and Chloe. We mean you no harm, ma'am. I assure you, you will thoroughly enjoy what Callum and his men have in mind for you.”
“Callum and his men?” Jocelin's voice caught the attention of the men.
Sophie waved them off. “I'm simply explaining what the young lass has gotten herself into, gentlemen. No trouble here.”
“I don't want any part of whatever this is.” Jocelin started before a beautiful gown, complete with sash and ribbon was placed over her head. She'd never seen anything so beautiful in all of her life. “What is this?”
Callum whistled, capturing the attention of all of the others. “Our young misfit has gotten herself cleaned up, men. Behold, the beautiful Jocelin.”
The other men cheered, “Aye!”
What Jocelin hated more than being made a spectacle out of was being made a spectacle in front of a room of virtual strangers. While she'd seen each of them before, none of them were friends of hers or her family and the last thing she wanted to do was play along with the Highlander's Game – whatever it was.
“Am I free to go, you swines!” She spoke without thinking. Those in the room gasped, except Callum.
“You are not my prisoner, young Jocelin. You are my guest. You may leave as you choose, but I am begging you to stay. It's not often that I beg for anything or anyone, in your case.”
Jocelin was dumbfounded. What he proposed went against anything she'd been led to believe. Surely, threatening the laird's nephew would result in some hideous punishment, regardless of the reason why. Callum took his orders
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