Page 38 of The Mad Highlander
Leaning forward, he kissed her wrists softly at first before flicking his tongue over her skin and kissing a path down her arm and chest.
A sharp, visceral response flooded her body when his lips closed over her erect nipple, gently suckling on the sensitive nub. She couldn’t help but moan when his tongue flicked back and forth, creating an entirely new sensation that had her squirming beneath his body.
“Cayden.” She gasped softly, feeling him leave her one breast and kiss the other before his lips broke into a smile.
“Trust me,” he commanded her, allowing his hands to glide down her sides before his lips traced a path over the plains of her flat belly.
The feeling of his hands parting her knees made her nerves rise again. She had never been intimate with a man before and wondered if what he was doing was normal. Her lips parted again in a surprised gasp when she felt a gentle kiss being pressed against her inner thigh.
Repositioning himself, Cayden shifted down her body until his head was positioned between her thighs. The hungry growl that escaped his throat when he buried his face between her thighs was nothing compared to the whimper of pleasure that filled the air when his tongue penetrated her folds.
The hot sensations of pleasure that filled her core caused her back to arch as Cayden licked her folds, flicking his tongue back and forth with slow, even movements that had her gasping for more as she gripped the sheets in her fists, looking for something to hold onto as she writhed beneath his tongue.
His tongue was slow at first, gently guiding her toward the realms of pleasure she’d never visited before.
Her hands moved as if they possessed a life of their own as she gripped the back of his head and pushed his face deeper between her thighs.
“Hmmm,” Cayden moaned in agreement against her labia before doubling his efforts with faster strokes of his tongue.
Iris whimpered and shut her eyes when her legs began to tremble, making her lose control of her body when Cayden gripped her thighs to hold her in place. “Oh, Cayden!” Her voice was almost strangled when she gripped the sheets and pulled them between her breasts, unintentionally closing them both in a makeshift cocoon.
Her breathing quickened now as her limbs shook with pleasure. The strange feeling of wanting to lose control while still wanting him to continue his onslaught between her thighs took hold of her being.
“Show me how much ye like it,” Cayden demanded hungrily, stopping for the briefest of seconds with his tongue poised over her moist center.
Her back arched before her limbs stiffened, her body exploding with hot waves of pleasure that sent her over the edge.
Cayden continued to lick her slowly, bringing her down until the final remnants of her climax had ceased, and her legs had stopped shaking. “Good girl,” he growled against her thigh before kissing the sensitive flesh and making his way up her body. Propping himself up beside her body, he used the tips of his fingers to draw patterns over her breasts. “How did that feel?”
Iris took a moment to regain her composure before mumbling an answer. “It felt wonderful.” She kept her eyes closed as he rolled her over and nestled her against his body.
“Good, it’s supposed to feel wonderful. It will feel even better when we’re handfasted,” he whispered in her ear before gently nibbling the edge between her lips.
Iris found herself shivering with pleasure when he continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, all the while running the tips of his fingers over her skin.
Sleep began to take over her body as she drifted away in the warmth of his arms. Nothing and no one had ever made her feel as safe and loved as Cayden had done. The last thing she could remember was Cayden promising her that nobody would lay a finger on her ever again for as long as he lived.
16
Cayden hadn’t wanted to leave Iris’ bed, but the council meeting took precedence over everything else. He had ensured he was in the room before anyone else—he wanted to look each of them in the eye as they entered. He needed to know who was truly loyal to him.
“Good mornin’,” Hunter said as he entered the room, the first of the council members.
“Nay, it’s nae a good mornin’, is it?”
“Force of habit,” Hunter replied. “How is she doin’?”
“She’s terrified.” Cayden shook his head and bit his bottom lip so hard that the metallic taste of blood touched his tongue.
Aye, she calms me fits of rage, but now that I’m nae by her side, I want to kill the bastards that did this.
The dungeons would be his next stop after the council meeting—a visit with McReed.
“She should be terrified,” Cayden continued. “If I hadnae got there in time, they might have killed her or defiled her. Or both.” Cayden tried not to think about it. “This is nae just an attack on Iris but an attack on me, the castle, and the clan. I fear this is only the beginnin’.”
Hunter didn’t have time to reply. The council members began filtering into the room, but instead of the usual excited voices bantering back and forth, there was muted conversation and hesitant glances toward Cayden. No man looked ready to take a stand until there had been a discussion.
“Take yer seats,” Cayden growled.
