Cursed (11 page)

Feeling well and truly terrified she asked,
“How will you complete the curse?”

“I need tae spill some o’ yer virgin's blood
while I take yer innocence,” he replied.

He was going to cut and rape her? Feeling her
frame begin to shake, she suddenly felt a cool whisper rush across
her cheek and was reminded she was not alone, and that she could
defeat this maniac. She looked to the couple who were in tears with
widened eyes of terror. She decided she needed to stop this
now.

She closed her eyes and focused on her love
for Conall.

“Wha’ ye be doin’?” he asked.

Not listening to him, she focused more
closely and started to speak in tongues.

“Nay, ye no’ ken the spells! Ye be no’
Wiccan,” he said, as he bellowed the last word.

Ignoring him, she kept her eyes closed and
repeated her chant. However, she heard him starting to speak in his
own horrible language. She pulled the potion’s bottle from her
pocket, just as the room filled with mist and the same red hellish
glow as last time.

She opened her eyes and pulled the stopper
from the bottle. He must have heard her, for he opened his eyes as
she threw the liquid on his face.

McIntosh screeched as she began yelling her
chants, focusing her energy upon Conall and her deep desire to see
him once more.

Her own light and mist began to circle the
room with much larger force.

She looked to him and knew instantly she
needed to retrieve his ring. It was his talisman, and she needed to
destroy it!

Leaning forward and ripping the thing from
his finger and hearing him screech for it back, she looked about
the swirling red room and saw the statue.

She ran for it and placed the ring upon the
table. Repeating her chants, she picked up the heavy object and
raised it above her head. Seeing her aim, she then slammed the
statue down upon the ring, and it smashed into pieces.

“Nay!” he screamed.

However, it was too late. His body was
contorting into an agony she had never seen before. The air
thickened with death as shadows came from the walls and grabbed him
around every inch of his body.

Shaking she moved to the couple and held
them.

“Nay! This ‘twere no’ how it was supposed tae
be!” he yelled.

However, it was no use. With her spell cast
and the angry spirits within the house now released, he stood no
chance at disappearing into the air. Dead and gone hopefully, the
room suddenly filled with brilliant light and wonderful
feelings.

She saw many people walk from the walls. Some
old and a few young, it was her family.

Her heart soared at the sight. There were
centuries of past relatives coming from the darkened corners, now
lighting the room with their souls.

Addie cried because the feeling was so
beautiful. However, her moment was stunted by the tied-up King
Couple.

“I am so sorry, let me free you,” she
said.

As soon as they were free, she watched as the
room slowly filled with her smiling family.

She looked about and saw her parents. Feeling
a burst of want she ran to them and tried to hug them. Her arms
went clean through them, but she was no deterred. She wanted to see
them and speak with them one last time.

“Mom, dad, oh, how I have missed you. I need
you. Your fruit company is not doing well,” she said in tears.

“You do not need us, Addie. You need you, and
you need, Conall. We knew when we had you it would be your destiny
to set our family free, and you have done so. As far as the company
is concerned that will come with time,” her mother stated.

“Yes, we both love you, Addie. Live happily,
sweetheart,” her father stated.

“Wait, how do I bring, Conall back?”

Her parents looked to each other and
subsequently to her and then answered in unison, “Love him, Addie.
Show him your love.”

And with that everyone began to ascend to the
ceiling and out to a chorus of, “Thank ye, Addie.”

Crying and hoping to see Conall, she watched
as everyone left except one, her Highlander.

He was shrouded in light, and had a brilliant
smile upon his face.

Running to him, she stopped within inches of
running through him.

“Addie, gel, ye accomplished our goal. I lo'e
ye sa 'ery much.”

“I love you too, how do I bring you back to
me?”

“I donna’ ken,” he answered.

Worrying her lip, she recalled her parent’s
words and the coven words. She would know what to do. To speak from
her heart and truth would always set you free.

“Conall, I have some things to tell you. My
family, my ancestors were Wiccan. I used my instincts to vanquish
McIntosh. I know how you feel about the coven of the fern, but they
are a part of me, and I hope you can accept my abilities. Wait let
me finish.”

He was about to speak when she needed him
silent.

“I am independently wealthy with a failing
company, I did not tell you of my fear that Addie was still within
the attic, for I thought you would leave with her if I did. I
hesitated for a moment to bring you back to the living. I was so
afraid you would turn from me if you knew the truth,” she finished
in tears.

“Ach, lass, I lo'e ye no matter yer past. An'
as far o’ omission from ye, gel, I didna’ tell ye tha' ye were
Addie, my Addie. I be e’er sa sorry fer tha', sweetin’. I didna’
want tae send ye away from me. I ha’e lived without ye fer
centuries, I was unwillin’ tae do sa again.”

Addie felt love expand within her chest.

“It would seem we both have problems telling
full truths, Conall. I forgive you for your omissions. Will you
forgive me mine?” she asked.

“There be nothin’ tae forgives. I ga'e ye
seventeen years of indifference an' heartache in yer first life,
Addie, I willna’ do sa again. I lo'e ye no matter yer secrets or
the fac' ye can send brilliant lights inta the air an' relieving
this earth of demons. I lo’e ye, ye, Addie Renee Campbell. Me
re-born soul mate.”

Crying Addie placed her face near his to try
and kiss him and was shocked to make contact with actual skin and
lips.

Moaning her relief, she felt herself engulfed
within her betrothed arms and kissed within an inch of her
life.

Her Highlander was alive! They had broken the
curse. Her family was at peace, and her heart and soul were
living!

Crying with happiness, she hugged him to her
breast as he breathed in her scent.

“Ach, lass, I remember yer smell. Will ye
marry me?”

“I said I would, Conall,” she said
giggling.

“Nay, marry me on the morrow,” he
beseeched.

“We will help ye.”

Addie turned with Conall as the King couple
were crying and grasping hands.

“We would appreciate tha' vera much. Thank ye
fer helping me bride, an' keepin’ her family safe 'ere fer sa
long.”

“We would be honored. We will leave ye both
alone now. Ye young folk's donna’ need twa old dodders around.”

And with that said they quit the room leaving
Addie with her lover.

“Will ye, marry me o' the morrow,
sweetin’?”

Chapter Fourteen

“I will marry you now, Conall.”

“If only, lass. Let’s go tae yer room. I ‘ave
wanted tae make lo'e tae ye in tha' bed fer days!”

Laughing like a couple of young kids they ran
for her room.

As soon as she opened and then closed the
door, Conall was stopped by Addie’s voice.

“Conall, I have one more confession to make,”
she said, with uncertainty in her voice.

He could not imagine what else she had to
say, he had forgiven her, her omissions, and now loved her even
more for them.

“Wha' it be, sweetin’? Nothin’ ye say tae me
now will turn me from ye,” he said, with assurance.

She walked to him and placed her wee hands
upon his pounding heart.

“I knew I was Addie, even before he stated it
to me. I didn’t want to know, but I did. I have been having dreams
and visions of my previous life. I just wanted to say, you did not
keep anything from me. I did not recognize within myself. I am
sorry, Conall. I have so much to make up for.”

“Addie, ye donna’ ha'e a thin’ tae make up
fer. Ye ha'e been shoulderin' much in yer short life thus far… Wha’
did me say?”

She was crying, and he could not stand
it.

“I have been so alone, for so long. I have
been made to grow up so quickly. I have so many burdens, Conall.
You may not want to deal with them.”

“I be 'ere fer ye, sweetin’. As yer husband,
I will help ye shoulder yer burdens, an' take o' wha’ ye canna’ do
on yer own. Tha' wha' marriage be, Addie. I knew ye be writin’ a
book abou’ yer family an' our lo'e, I am proud of ye, and I will
continue tae be so. Please belie'e in us an' in me. I willna’ le'
ye down again.”

“Oh, Conall,” she sighed.

They kissed each other then. It was a
glorious merging of hearts and souls. He had finally found his
Addie, and he was alive, no longer in between the living and the
dead. He felt his heart beat for the very first time in years. His
emotions were ready to overtake him.

“Addie, I lo'e ye, an' I wan' tae marry ye.
Marry me o' the morrow, an' then we will go and li'e anywhere ye
like. I jest wants tae be with ye.”

“I think the bans take 15 days, Conall.
However, if we fly to America, I can get you, a visa and a social
security number quickly.”

“We fly tae America?”

“Yes. That is if you want to?” she asked
slowly.

“Aye, I need tae be yer husband. I will go
tae America with ye, Addie.”

Kissing her deeply, he removed her clothing
revealing inch after inch of delicious skin. He wanted to cherish
her. He wanted to bring her to a mind-altering orgasm that would
leave her wanting only him.

“Ye be me wife within days, angeal, bu' I
want tae keep yer promise fer yer weddin’ night. I will ease ye
tonight as I ha'e ‘afore. I want yer innocence saved fer our
marriage bed. Do ye agree?” he asked.

“I agree, Conall. It will be hard, very hard,
but I can do it. Besides, I love the way your cock tastes in my
mouth.”

Groaning at her words he threw her wee naked
body upon her bed and followed her down in a prey to prowl gesture.
He wanted her hot and wet, ready for his fiery touch.

He placed her heels upon his shoulders and
opened her glistening cunt for his appraisal. Seeing she was
excited as he, he petted her curls as his tongue circled her
clitoris.

Her hips bucked so fiercely she almost
removed his person from her twat and he could have none of that. So
he placed his palm upon her stomach and controlled her
movements.

He kept bringing her body to an almost orgasm
and then let her back down.

Groaning, she complained, “Conall, please, I
can’t take this torture, please make me cum.”

Conall could not deny her, her pinnacle.
Conall began to redouble his efforts. He placed tongue within her
pussy and then placed his thumb on her swollen clitoris. She
screamed and thrashed her head back and forth across her pillow,
just as he imagined.

He had many minds wondering about how she
would look upon silken sheets. Her hair splayed, her head moving
back and forth in ecstasy. The image did not compare with the
reality.

“Angeal, ye be beautiful, cum fer me,” he
begged.

He placed his mouth back upon her cunt and
watched as her body stiffened in an orgasm that was so strong her
cum flowed from her pussy like a rich fine wine.

He lapped and suckled her until she was
spent. Her body was covered in sweat and replete.

With his cock hurting beyond any measure, he
pulled her on top of him and relaxed into their embrace.

“Conall, I want to taste you as well.”

And she put her words into action. She placed
her sweet mouth upon his heavy cock and suckled him. Her mouth was
warm and wet, and he was ready to come into her mouth.

He placed his hands within her hair and felt
her moan, which vibrated through his cock. Hissing a breath in, he
closed his eyes and felt completion come to him.

When his cock was milked, and he was spent,
they cuddled together in the after math.

****

“Are you ready, Conall?” Addie asked. He
seemed quiet and nervous.

“I be fine, lass. Ye ha'e my passport in hand
as well as the birth certificate, and citizenship?”

“Yes, they are all right here. You are an
American citizen now as well as Scotland. Money can make many
actions happen quickly.”

Addie had called a friend, and they had
connections to quicken Conall's paperwork. All was done and they
were ready to marry in the courthouse in New York.

Conall asked if she wanted a formal wedding,
and she refused. She wanted to be his wife as soon as possible.
They both had no real family, and a large wedding made no
sense.

Their boarding number was called, and they
went to their first-class seats.

Before they had left Scotland, Addie took
Conall shopping for current clothing. Conall had laminated over the
fact that breeches felt confining, but Addie informed him his ass
looked much better in jeans. Which, led Conall to teaching her a
lesson about cursing, a most delicious lesson.

Their plane took off, and Conall was no more
surprised by this then he was by the clothing.

“When ye live in an attic fer centuries, ye
are happy tae be anywhere, bu’ there, Addie. An' I had a notice
when new technology came inta' the home. I donna’ think much ‘twill
surprise me.”

Calming into her seat, she ignored the flight
attendant’s obvious interest in Conall.

Just as she was relaxing into near sleep,
another passenger walked over to their seats and said, “I am so
sorry to disturb you, but I have your novel with me, and I was
hoping you could sign my copy?”

She was a cute young woman who was very shy
looking.