Read Online The Highlander's Servant: Book One of the Highlander Possession Series by Savannah Vining - Free Book Online

“Is it,” he began, “because of this?”
                  At that very moment, Lachlan did not hesitate to press his lips against her bare neck. It was a tender kiss, one that was soft to her skin. He did it again, trailing lower, and then another time. When Kirstin did not object, even though it was from shock, he took her silence as a sign to continue.
                  His lips parted just briefly, enough for the kiss to become wet and more passionate. Kirstin found herself instinctually wrapping her arms around him, pressing him more into her.
                  She could feel Lachlan grin against the kiss when she did that, approving of her reaction. The heated moment lasted only a few more minutes, even though it felt like hours, before he finally withdrew.
                  Lachlan nuzzled his chin atop of her head, and held her close to his strong body. His bulging arms wrapped around her in the hug, and Kirstin only felt protected in his embrace. As wrong as it was for them to be together, it only felt so right.
                  Finally, Lachlan placed a sweet kiss to her head and whispered, “I ken why ye have been avoiding me so.” And then with two more firm words, he said, “No more hiding from me.”
                  He let go of her after that. Kirstin almost whimpered when his arms left her body, which not only surprised her but also terrified her.
                  As Lachlan spared her one last glance, he left the room. She stood frozen in place, stunned at what had just happened between them. Most importantly, Kirstin found herself astonished by how she had melted into him like butter. She had never responded towards any man as she did with Lachlan.
                  Alana and the other servants filed back into the room after that. Alana slowly approached Kirstin, asking, “What happened?”
                  Snapping out of her thoughts, she met the old woman’s gaze.
                  “I,” Kirstin began, but could not finish her sentence. It was obvious to the others that she was shaken from nerves. In an instant, Kirstin ran out outside through the backdoor of the kitchen.
                  She did not think twice about making her way to the trees from which the journal was hidden. Unable to get Lachlan off her mind, she could not think of a better way to satisfy her never-ending thoughts than to read his valuable words. Perhaps, she would receive answers from the journal, as to why he was behaving the way he did.
                  Reaching a hand between the roots of the tree from which it was concealed, she was grateful to touch the leather cover. A grin etched its way on her lips, and only a moment more had she clutched the journal close to her chest as if it were her most precious finding.
                  Kirstin sat amidst the field once more, her dress sprawled out around her and the sun’s beams making her skin glisten. Then, she opened the pages to the next entry. Her eyes scanned each line with accuracy as she read every word carefully.
     
     
                  It was no’ more than a couple of hours by the time my father had his men standing in a formation. Clad in weaponry and protective chest plates, they couldna have looked anymore intimidating.
                  I had barely been given the chance to let my eyes linger any longer, before my father had guided me away from the strong men. I was no’ like them, yet I had wanted to be. Most of all, I wanted to be like my father.
                  He picked my wee self up and kissed the top of my head. To most, a fearful man as large as my father kissing his child would seem pathetic. His clan had ken to the bond of a father and son, and would never question the love my father had for me.
                  Just like that, he handed me to my mother. She had