Highlander's Caress: Medieval Romance (The Fae Book 2) (10 page)

“Do that again,” she whispered, her voice so ragged. Hips lifting, she panted, struggling for breath as a kaleidoscope of emotions surged through her. “I never thought I could be so wanton and make that kind of demand.”

“I adore your wantonness.” He rose up over top of her, pressed the head of his shaft against her entrance and moaned as he rubbed himself along her slickness. With his hands planted either side of her head, he kissed her, his tongue surging inside her mouth just as she wished for his cock to surge into her below.

“Do it,” she murmured, her compelling voice strong. “Make us one.”

“You’re my wife, always mine.” With one hearty thrust, he plunged through her barrier below in one fast and sure stroke, his cock buried so deep within.

She gasped at the fierce intrusion, yet never had she felt so wonderfully full.

“Are you all right?”

“Aye, I’m your wife, your mate, the one who holds the other half of your soul.” She caught his face in her hands, brought his mouth back to hers and kissed him, with all the desire and intense need she held deep within her soaring forth. “Move slowly so I might adjust to you.”

“I shall, but tell me if I bring you any further pain.” Ever so slowly, he slid back out then halted and pushed all the way back inside her again.

She clung to him, the initial pain of his entrance slowly ebbing and when he pushed ever so deeper a second time, a tingle of pleasure radiated out and she sighed at the sheer beauty of it. “More, give me more of that.”

“It feels so exquisite being inside of you.” He eased out, slid back in and groaned. “Your body is so tight and hot. I want to go deeper still.”

“Do as you please.” Never could she deny him anything. She stroked over his tight backside, her fingers firm on his flesh as he thrust with an ever-increasing pace that had her crying out for more. Every inch of her channel gripped him. Goodness, she never wanted this moment to end.

“Do you still feel any pain?”

“There is only pleasure now.” A heavenly heat roared through her and it sent her mind spinning.

“I need you, Ella.” He thrust harder, made her body sizzle and spark and she rocked underneath him, his muscles all hard angles that made her ache at the sheer beauty of him.

His pace increased. So divine. She nibbled along the other side of his neck, rubbed her breasts against his chest to ease the sweet pressure in them. More kisses. She wanted his lips on hers. She kissed him as he slid one hand down between them and stroked over her nub. She wanted to let go, to accept the ultimate pleasure that beckoned and claim it, but not without him. Teetering on the verge, she cried out his name, “Duncan. Do something.”

“I cannae hold on any longer.” He flicked her clit and she plunged over the edge and soared. Wave after wave of pure bliss rippled through her core and a sizzling array of colors exploded before her eyes in a wicked display. So beautiful.

* * * *

Duncan roared as Ella came, her core pulsing tight around him. No longer could he wait. His seed spurted hot and heavy inside her, his release coming fiercely hard on the tail of hers. Such sensations stormed through him, her hot channel contracting and pulling his cock ever deeper inside her. Shuddering, he gave her every last drop of himself then sated, held onto her as he looked deep into her eyes. “I may form quite the craving for this.”

“You took me to a place I’ve never been afore.” She kissed him, so seductively it made his cock twitch and stir back to full life within her.

“’Twas beyond momentous for me too.” Never had he experienced such a soul-satisfying joining. He tightened his hold on her, the all-consuming emotions that had taken ahold of him still continuing to thrum strongly. “Are you sore?”

“Possibly, although all I feel right now is a desperate hunger for even more of you.” She kissed him again and he kissed her back.

Naught tasted more divine than his woman and he treasured her luscious lips and exquisite kisses. She was so alluring with her soft, creamy skin and brown eyes that sparkled with such effervescence. When he’d joined with her, buried himself so deeply inside her body, he’d lost all control, hadn’t had a chance of holding onto it.

“You are somewhat heavy though. Let me up on top for a moment.” She pushed against his shoulders and he rolled onto his back, swept her with him until she came up over top of him.

Slowly, she lifted up until she sat astride his hips, every inch of her body on stunning display as she stretched her hands high above her head and wriggled against his groin, his cock still wedged deep within her and her full breasts swaying so deliciously close.

“Your body is a platter of new treasures I want to taste and devour.” Grazing one finger from between her breasts to her belly, he struggled to control his breathing. He swirled through the brown curls covering her entrance and rubbed her nub.

“Oooh, too sensitive.” Squirming back, she gasped, her breasts bobbing about.

“Hold still.” He tweaked her nipples, the tips so berry-ripe, hard and pointy. He branded this image of her into his very heart and soul, leveraged up farther with his elbows and scraped his teeth across each bud.

“I adore having your mouth on me.” Back arched, she pressed those sweet morsels even deeper into his mouth and he soaked in the exquisite moment, wrapped his lips fully around her and suckled until fire raced through his blood and his cock pounded for more.

Unable to halt himself, he lost what remained of his control, flipped her over onto her back, his shaft throbbing, painfully. He plunged into her over and over, her cries for more sending him half-crazed as he took her hard and fast. This bond was more than a gift. ’Twas a connection of the very heart and soul he’d crave for the rest of his days. Aye, never would he relinquish her, not now, not ever.

“Duncan.” She seized his butt and pulled him ever deeper inside her. “Make me fly, just as you did afore.”

“I would never soar to the heavens without you
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” He tightened his hold on her, pounded deep and as she raked his back, sheer pleasure coursing across her face, she sent him flying right along with her toward a pinnacle of brilliant white light.

Bellowing, he sank balls-deep inside her, his release so powerful as it crashed through him and she pulsed around him. No more barriers lay between them. They’d been obliterated once and for all. “You’re my mate, Ella.”

“Aye, and now I’m also one very satisfied mate.” She kissed him and cuddled, her eyelashes fluttering down. “A sleepy one too.”

“Then rest if you wish.” With the heat of the fire moving over them, he slowly pulled out of her, not that he wanted to but the deep need to see to her care had arisen and now wouldn’t be abated.

She mewled as he left her but still slumped into sleep. Out of the bed, he eased then crossed to the side table and poured water from the jug into the basin. He splashed his cock then nabbed a cloth from the pile, rubbed a little soap on it and returned to his now peacefully sleeping wife.

Carefully, so as not to wake her, he gently wiped her clean and removed all trace of their joining and once done, settled in beside her, tucked the fur covers over them both and wrapped his woman up in his arms. Oh, how he wanted to shout from the roof tops that she was his chosen one and he’d now claimed her. Never had he known such pure joy and tranquility as this.

She was his everything, his one and all, the greatest gift he could ever have been given.

Aye, he’d accepted the bond and now intended to treasure it.

Duncan held Ella tight as he awoke to the new day dawning. His heart floated so light and free even though the weather appeared as dismal outside as it had been the night before. Rain slashed down, the skies churning a slate gray, but none of that could alter his immense happiness.

At the core of him, peace and satisfaction reigned. Ella was his, would never belong to anyone else. Aye, and he wanted to wake with her in his arms every morning, to fall asleep with her each night, and to never have her far from his sight.

With her sooty lashes spread across her cheeks dusted with freckles, her breath whispering softly through her parted lips, he wanted only to kiss her. Driven to touch her, he slid his fingers through her long locks, the exquisite mass of brown rippling with lighter shades of gold. Gently, he ran one finger down the creamy expanse of her neck and cupped one full breast. He swished around the globe, her nipple puckering so deliciously. His mouth watered and his cock filled.

He moved to her other breast and swirled around it until that nipple too stood at full attention. Her body was a treasure waiting to be plundered, her soul his and her heart one he would claim too, just as he’d already claimed her body. Aye, his love for her now raged, would never be extinguished.

Over her sides, he stroked, pushed the covers back a touch more and widened her legs. The fire crackled and he swished one hand over her flat belly, trailed his fingers through the thatch of curls and cupped her mound.

She moaned and he crawled farther down the bed, the firelight sending a rivulet of red and gold flickering across her creamy skin. He raised her legs until her bottom lifted off the bed and she lay fully exposed to him. Stroking up her inner thighs, he reveled in the moment before gently parting her folds and easing one finger inside her. With the softest touch, he caressed deep within then dipped his head and licked her. He fondled her nub with his tongue and she moaned again in her sleep and rocked.

“Wake up, my grumpy one,” he whispered as he savored her.

“Aye, I’m awake.” She blinked her dreamy eyes open, passion flaring strong.

“I intend to wake you in this fashion every morning. That is the only warning you’ll get.” Stroking harder and faster, he built her pleasure with his fingers and mouth.

“This is such a heady torture, your mouth on me so sweetly intimate. I want to love you as you’re loving me.” She panted and cupped her own breasts, rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

Hell, he needed to taste her there again too, to adore her lush breasts as they deserved to be adored. He rose up, pushed her hands away and fingered one heavenly nipple while he licked the other. Nice and slow, his need to savor the full taste of her overriding all else.

“Mmm, more.” She pressed her breasts harder into his mouth and he teased his teeth over one sensitive tip then drew the bud deep inside and tickled it with his tongue.

“Oh, you have one very skilled tongue.”

He continued to suck and his efforts won him a soft cry which made his cock harden even further and jab the inside of her thigh.

“Duncan.” Body twisting, she seized a breath. “I’m going to come from your mouth on my breasts alone if you dinnae come inside me.”

“Aye, come as you please.” He ravished her breasts, stroked one finger through her heat below and caressed her.

Gasping, she bucked against him and his balls tightened, his cock trembling with want. She was so slick and close, her needy cries urging him on and he ground his cock into her hip to slow his raging desire, only it didn’t ease his need one bit, only hastened it.

“Please, inside me now.” She thrashed underneath him, her snug channel tightening around his finger and locking it firmly in place.

“I took you hard last eve and you need time to heal.” His balls tightened to the point of pain and a wicked pressure sizzled from the base of his spine around to his groin.

“Oh goodness, I’m healed.” She gasped the words then exploded around him and he got lost as her inner muscles clamped down and dragged his finger deep within.

Too lost. He growled, pulled her legs up and spread them wider. In a primitive way he had no control over, he thrust his cock into her in one single hard move and her scream of pleasure echoed off the walls. No mercy. He could allow none now. Over and over, he lunged and she joined him in another wild release that pushed them both to a blinding peak.

* * * *

Limbs heavy and his desire sated, or at least for this moment, Duncan licked across Ella’s lower lip as she stretched and curled into him. “Sleep if you wish. We shall remain here until this storm breaks.”

“Mmm,” she murmured and slowly drifted.

A light tap sounded on the door. “Duncan, ’tis I, Hamish.”

“One moment.” He popped a kiss on Ella’s nose as she snuggled her head deeper into her pillow. Needing to answer the door, he dragged himself from their bed, snagged his kilt and wrapped it around his waist before stepping outside into the gloomy passageway. “This better be important.”

In his gray pants and fur jacket, Hamish smiled. “Glad I am to see you’ve now accepted the bond.”

“We spoke handfast vows last eve.” He gripped Hamish’s shoulder. “I told her the truth about my birth and she’s agreed to keep my secrets. Tell my men we’ve wed, but naught about our bond. ’Twill be as we spoke about yesterday, that I desire her fae blood within my direct line. That is the only reason we’ve wed.”

“Will do. What of her brother and Gavin?”

“She caught up with Ethan on her arrival here.” He checked both ends of the darkened passageway, each door remaining firmly closed, the only light penetrating through from a small window at the far end. “She compelled Gavin and he seeks shelter elsewhere from this storm, then once it breaks, he’s to continue on to Dunscaith Castle. Ella intends on meeting Ethan and Gavin there, to ensure Gavin is halted in his attacks, that his chief is informed of it all, only I cannae allow her to travel to Dunscaith alone.”

“I understand. She’s your mate and we can never permit them far from our sight.”

“We’ll need a plan to ensure all goes well, but we’ve time to formulate that fully while this storm rages and keeps us land-bound.”

“Agreed. I’ll see to your orders now.” Hamish clapped him on the back then with a cheery whistle, strode back down the passageway.

Footsteps echoed up the stairwell and a maid of mayhap two and ten, a flour-smeared apron tied around her waist, passed Hamish on the top step. The lass walked toward him with a breakfast tray in hand. “Mama told me to bring Mistress Ella a tray, to give her a hot cup of tea with honey as well.”

“You have my thanks. I’ll take this to my wife.” There appeared to be plenty for two and he accepted the tray from the lass. “Bring a tub and plenty of hot water as well. My wife will wish to bathe when she awakens.” He wished to make certain any soreness from their joining was eased and a bath would certainly aid Ella in her recovery.

“Aye, sir.” The lass dashed back downstairs.

He opened the door and slid the tray on the table before shutting it behind him.

Ella stirred and stretched, pushed the bedcovers back and smiled so sensuously at him. “I smell food.”

“Come and eat.” He pulled out a chair for her.

“I’m famished.” She eased out of bed, swiped his white tunic from the corner chair and slid it over her head as she sashayed toward him. The white cotton fluttered past her knees, the deep V neckline dipping all the way to her navel and the sides of her breasts showing. She was such a vision, her dark hair swishing about her tiny waist and her brown eyes flecked with gold, burning bright. She halted before him, her gaze flicking to the window. “The weather looks dismal.”

“We’ll remain here until this storm breaks.” He caught the dangling ties of his tunic and tugged her closer. “I just spoke to Hamish and he’ll alert my men of our plans to travel to Dunscaith, as well as inform them of our handfasting. All they are to learn is that I desire your fae blood, wish for it to flow strongly through my own direct line, and now I’ve ensured that.”

“I understand. That certainly is the best option to take if you wish to keep your secrets safe.” She rubbed her breasts against his chest, a tease of her pink aureoles showing through the thin white cotton.

“You look beautiful in my tunic.” He wrapped one arm around her back, the other around her waist and dipped her backward, the sleeves of his shirt slipping over her shoulders and her breasts bobbing completely free. He buried his nose between both mounds and breathed deep. “Now you hold my name, there is no doubt should the MacDonald learn of it, that you’d become a very valuable pawn in our war.”

“You forget my skill.” She twined her arms around his neck. “There is none who can successfully capture and contain a compeller. We are very hard to restrain when with only a few words we can so easily see to our own release. I shall also take great care no’ to let him hear of our vows being spoken until after my mission is complete. Following that, I simply willnae visit Dunscaith anymore.”

“Aye, agreed. You’re mine now, Ella, forever mine to protect and care for.”

“As you’re mine, and I also intend to see to your safety and protection as well during our coming mission. Make no mistake about that.” She nipped his ear then so damn hypnotically, murmured, “Release me, Duncan. I wish to break my fast.”

“Ella.” He growled her name as he tried to wrestle against her compulsion, only he didn’t have a chance of doing so. With a snap of his teeth, he straightened and set her back on her feet and let her go.

“Thank you. See, with only a few words I can ensure my own release.” Grinning, she pulled the dangling ties of her shirt closed and knotted them, swished across to the table and sat on the chair. She stuck her nose into the steam wafting over the hot cup of tea, daintily picked it up and sipped. Knife and fork in hand, she cut into the bacon and eggs and ate. “Mmm, this is delicious. Come and join me.”

He stepped in behind her, slid her hair over one shoulder and sucked the skin of her neck into his mouth and left a nice red mark behind as he did. “You are far more of an appealing meal. I’d rather eat you.”

“I cannae provide nourishment, whereas this food can.” She popped a rasher of bacon into his mouth and demanded in her compelling tone, “Sit.”

“We need to speak about your commands and when I dinnae wish for you to utter them.” He went to sit only a knock sounded and he opened the door and bid the two lads holding a tub between them to enter.

Barefoot and with sooty marks on the rolled hems of their loose-legged tan breeches, they heaved the tub before the crackling fireplace then scuttled out. Maids entered carrying pails of steamy water and filled the tub. Lizzie arrived with clean drying cloths, set them on the side table, added a dash of vanilla scented oil to the bathwater then tossed another log on the fire and once done, bobbed her head and closed the door behind her and the others as they left.

He sat at the table and forked eggs into his mouth, devoured the bacon rashes and smeared a slice of the crusty bread with jam and polished that off as well.

“I need to warn you.” Ella watched him as she munched, her gaze firm on him. “You’ve wed a very strong woman, one who likes to use her skill as needed.”

“And you’ve wed a man who thrives on protecting his loved ones.”

“So I see.”

* * * *

She couldn’t argue that fact, and she had no desire to change it either. They’d work things out in the days to come, ensure both of them survived their current mission.

With the bath beckoning, she rose from the table, hunkered down before the tub, swirled one hand through the water and sighed as a delicious curl of steam wafted from it. “This is the perfect heat. Would you care to join me for a bath?”

“Absolutely.” He prowled to the door, slid the bolt home and halted in front of her.

“I want you to undress me.” On the tips of her toes, she kissed his chin, her compelling tone strong.

“That order is one I’ll gladly follow.”

“I’ve been without my skill for over a sennight and I crave using it this day.”

“I crave you, so provided you dinnae halt my hand as you did afore, then you may compel me all you wish.” He lowered to a crouch, his voice a purr as he skimmed his big, warm hands over her calves. Trailing slowly upward, he caressed behind her knees and over her outer thighs, the white cotton of his tunic gliding higher as he rose. Puffing hotly against her skin, he scraped the fabric across her sensitive nipples as he lifted it then tugged it fully over her head and tossed it aside. “There is naught more beautiful to behold than having you standing so unclothed afore me. We need to spend at least a month locked away together, and preferably where no one can interrupt us.”

“That I would love. Allow me to undress you now.” Sidling against him, she unbelted his kilt and let it drop to the floor in a heap. His cock brushed her belly, hard and hot and she encircled the heavy length with her hand, wanted only to lower to her knees and wrap her mouth around him. “I want to nibble on every inch of your flesh.”

Never had she spoken in such a brazen way before, yet standing here with him like this, being so open and honest about her desires, felt so very right.