I never sought the clan's protection. The binding rite gave it to me through Orlando's claim. He is the laird whose dominance decides every detail of the rite. I must submit to his guidance and the physical demands it places on us both.
Each task completed under the deadline tightens the hold. We work together in the stone halls, his presence turning every touch into a promise of the final binding on my body. I could end the arrangement before the equinox seals it. I never do, because the belonging it offers is the one thing I cannot refuse.
Steamy medieval group menage erotica featuring a dominant highland laird's binding rite and the surrender of body and loyalty. For readers who crave possessive warriors and the women who yield to their claim.
