Page 49 of Bride of the Beastly Laird

“Me love,” he breathed, “are ye all right?”

She sighed. “Of course,I’malright, Arran. I am here in splendid isolation, the maids tae dae me bidding, and bring me food whenever I am hungry. I sleep uninterrupted when I wish and I am safe from the attentions of Laird Bairre, at least fer the time being. But what of ye?”

He chuckled. “I am one of the castle rats, hiding in the nooks and crannies, coming out only after dark. The only danger I am in is from the castle cats.”

She laughed. “I ken because ye are here in front of me that ye are safe so far. That yer presence hasnae been discovered by those that wish ye ill.”

He walked her across to the chair beside the fireplace and sat, pulling her onto his knee, and for the next few hours they were busy with kisses and sighs, hugs, gentle and fierce touches, giggles and moans.

Dahlia at last drew back her head and gazed deep into Arran’s hazel eyes, gold and green in the flickering firelight.

“Ye’re a fine-looking lad, Arran Macmillan,” she sighed. “I didnae ken that kisses and lovemaking could be such that they would be everything. When I’m with ye I forget the world and all its dangers and all I can think of is ye and how ye pleasure me.”

In answer, he layered a dozen tiny kisses along her fine jawline and along the delicate arch of her throat, his lips coming to rest in the sweet spot at the base of her neck.

“I wish ye would show me what I can dae tae please ye,” she looked up shyly from beneath her lashes. “Ye pleased me a great deal with what he did with yer fingers and yer lips, without taking pleasure fer yersel’. I wish tae be able tae dae the same fer ye.”

“Ye’re wrong if ye think there was nae pleasure in it fer me, lass.” He shook his head. “Why the taste of ye is pure nectar, and watching ye lost in the great ardor that comes from me touch and mine alone sends me senses whirling intae the heavens. There is so much pleasure fer me in watching ye reach the heights of ecstasy at me touch.”

“In that case…” She reached a hand to the tie in his trews. “I wish tae touch ye and ye tae show me what pleasures ye.”

As she undid the braeis his manhood sprang free, already stiff and upright. With a soft chuckle she took it in her hand. “I remember ye told me tae be firm with it.” She tightened her grip on him, reveling in the small guttural sound that issued from his throat as she clutched him, moving her hand along the length of him.

“Aye lass, like that.” He moaned again and shifted so she had a better hold on him.

“I wish tae take ye in me mouth and explore ye with me lips and tongue the way ye did with me.”

She bent and tested him with her tongue, running it along him, pressing it into the tiny slot on the head of his shaft which already shone with moisture.

Then she took him into her mouth, working her tongue on his length, suckling at the head of him, letting her mouth slip over him and down a little.

“Harder…” he mumbled.

She sucked harder, bobbing her head as he thrust gently into her mouth, sliding her hand up and down to the hilt of him and back.

His head was thrown back, his eyes closed, his breath panting and ragged. She loved the way it was to hold him in her mouth and feel him pulsating beneath her, she loved the thrilling power of seeing him so readily reduced from bold and robust to hapless and almost submissive under her mouth and hands.

He cried out once, a muffled sound that merged with the crackling fire and her own sighs and then he fell back, holding her tightly.

She grinned up at him. “Ye teach me so much about the endless delights in store fer lovers.”

“Och. There are many more delights awaiting us when the day dawns and we’re nae living in the shadow of Bairre Mackinnon. When me maither is safe and we are, at last, free tae be together.”

She sighed, thinking of some future magical time when their problems were behind them. “There is nay place I would rather be than here with ye.”

“Even more than at Castle MacLeod?” He teased.

“Well... Mayhap being at Castle MacLeod with me braithers and their wives would bring more delight.”

He laughed loudly. “We’ll visit there, but yer rightful home will be in Castle Macmillan.”

She pursed her lips at that. “This place has bad memories fer me, Arran.” Her eyes grew sad as she remembered the death of her brother, Thor, at the hands of James Mackinnon.

“The time is fast approaching when we will make new memories. All of them will be happy ones.”

She smiled and reached up to brush his lips with a kiss.

“But for now, that happy time is still in the future, and tomorrow I must face the laird again. I have spent me allotted time cloistered in me bedchambers; he’ll nae believe me if I cling tae me room any longer.”

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