Highland Warrior Woman (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van Page B

bodied again, she needed to get back to her own home and begin working on her loom. If she didn’t have her material to sell, she wouldn’t be able to buy the necessary supplies to supplement the game she hunted. She could rely on no one to take care of her, so she must take care of herself.
    Calum cleared his throat, drawing her attention. He was still frowning at her, and she wondered if she had done something to annoy him, again . “Ye are looking very pretty, today, Maeghan, but ye would look beautiful wearing the Campbell plaid.”
    Did he just compliment me? Or was he trying to insult me and my clan? Calum Campbell was a conundrum to her. He was a serious, dominant man, and she had no idea how to read him. Hamish was always quick with a smile of a jest, and Ewan seemed to be a mixture of his brothers’ personalities, but Calum was an enigma.
    “Laird Campbell, I would like to thank ye for yer hospitality, but if it would be no trouble, could I please have an escort back to my home?”
    “Ye aren’t going home, lass.”
    “Beg pardon?”
    “I said…”
    “I heard what ye said, Laird,” Maeghan began in a cool, controlled voice, even though inside she was roiling with ire. “What I’d like to know is why?”
    “Ye are now of the Campbell clan.”
    Maeghan jumped to her feet with such a force she would have toppled over the wooden seat if Calum hadn’t reached out and gripped her arm to steady her. She looked at Ewan to see him studying her intently and then shifted her gaze to Hamish. He had a slight smile on his face, but he also looked a little apprehensive.
    “Sit down, Maeghan,” Calum ordered.
    Maeghan sat, but only because the warriors were looking at her curiously. She didn’t like to have the attention of so many men. She was used to blending into the background and being treated like one of the lads or being totally ignored.
    “Nay, I am not a Campbell,” she bit out through clenched teeth. “I am a MacTavish and always will be. I would like to leave as soon as I have finished breaking my fast.”
    “Donnae take that tone with me, Maeghan. I am not one of the lads ye can order aboot. I am laird, and ye will do as I say.”
    “Ye are not my laird.”
    “Aye, I am,” Calum stated in a hard voice. “I also intend to be yer betrothed, as do Ewan and Hamish.”
    “What?” Maeghan had thought Calum didn’t want her here. That was why she was so eager to get back home. Or perhaps he didn’t, but Laird MacTavish had given him no choice! Maeghan’s heart dropped at the thought. “Ye donnae even like me. How can ye want to marry me?”
    She stared at Calum, absolutely stunned speechless, and waited for a reply. He looked away from her to all his warriors.
    “Fill yer trenchers and leave us.”
    Ewan took hold of her hand and caressed her inner wrist with a slightly callused thumb. The sensation of his warm skin on hers caused her pussy to sit up and take notice. She clamped her legs together, trying to stem the ache between her thighs, and watched, mesmerized, as his tanned digit smoothed over her flesh.
    “Look at me, dearling,” Ewan demanded. Maeghan found herself obeying even though she didn’t want to. Her gaze connected with his hazel eyes, and she found herself drowning in his heated stare. “Calum isn’t good with words, Maeghan. Please try and remember that.”
    “Ye are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Maeghan Fraser, and I like ye just fine.”
    “Nay, ye lie,” Maeghan cried. Her cry turned to a gasp when Calum lifted her from her seat, scooted the bench seat back from the table with Ewan’s help, and plunked her down on his lap.
    “What are ye doing?” Maeghan pushed against his shoulders, trying to escape.
    “I will let ye go if that is what ye wish, honey, but I can smell yer pussy creaming from here. Ye like me and my brothers just fine, and if I dinnae think it would shock ye, I would show ye just how much we like ye, too.”
    Maeghan froze. When Calum