Page 36 of Plaid Attitude
With a groan, he gathered her against him and began to work in her, his cock easing in and out of her in delicate torture. She planted her feet against the floor and lifted her hips, encouraging him.
It worked. Another groan and his thrusts became more powerful. His eyes were squeezed shut, something akin topainpainted across his expression. For her part, each movement was deliciousness, each thrust building the pressure within her higher and higher.
She was going to orgasm again.
He shifted to one side, still holding her as he pounded in and out of her core, but now he had a hand free to reach between them and…
His callused thumb and forefinger found the bud of her pleasure, and her hips rocked forward from the shock of it. Suddenly, bliss burst over her a second time, surprising a gasp from her.
He continued to fondle her as wave after wave rushed through her in time with his thrusts, untilhefroze and gave a mighty roar, and she felt a rush of liquid heat fill her as he spilled against her womb.
Panting, he collapsed, his weight supported by his forearms, which rested to either side of her. His head dropped until his forehead pressed against her chest, and his long hair fell to obscure his features.
Vaguely, she wondered if Hagrid was watching them and what he thought of two humans rolling around on the floor.
Coira’s breathing slowly evened, and the muscles in her legs begin to wobble. It wasn’t until she focused on untangling them that she realized she’s twined them around Doughall’s limbs, desperate to keep him in place.
To hold him near her.
But as the moments passed and the soft glow of pleasure humming in her veins slowly dissipated, uncertainty crept in. She swallowed, then brushed her palms along his shoulders.
“Doughall?”
His head swung up, and she couldn’t read his expression. That, more than anything, sent a chill through her.
Then he blinked and reared up. Before she understood what was happening, he’d pushed himself to his knees, reached for her, and pulled her upright as well. When he swung to his feet—his power never ceased to amaze her!—she gave a little squeak and clung to him.
Then he was depositing her on the bed, wrenching the blankets back and tossing them atop her once more. She scuttled backward until her head hit the pillow, and she clutched the blanket to her as she watched his efficient movements as he kicked off his boots, unbuckled his belt, and yanked his shirt from his chest.
She didn’t have time to appreciate the view before he’d pulled the blankets from her grasp and slid under them. Thinking to give him more room, Coira rolled to one side, then gasped as he grabbed her about the middle and pulled her against him.
“I shouldnae have done that,” he growled in her ear. He sounded…regretful?
She squirmed around to peer into his expression. “Done what?”
“All of—nay, I cannae regret the first part.”
Realization dawned, and she frowned. “And I cannae regret the last part.” Aye, she’d given him her virginity, but had he missed the part where ‘twasherdecision?
But he shook his head. “’Twasnae right, what I did—”
“Whatwedid.” she interrupted, incredulous he was taking all the blame. “And ‘twas verra right, thank ye. I wanted it—nay, I needed it!”
His gaze flicked between her eyes, as if looking for the truth, and slowly his expression softened. He blew out a breath and rested his head against the pillow beside hers. “Do ye feel better?” he finally asked, softly.
Still frowning, she snuggled closer to him. “I was. Now I’m no’ so certain.”
“Have ye considered…” He pulled her against him, so her hip was flush with his, and it was strange tofeelhis naked body, without being able to see it. “Have ye ever consideredyemight marry? Give yer father a grandson?”
Sucking in a gasp, she jerked away from him. But he didn’t allow her to go, so all that happened was a sort of wrench of her shoulders as she tried to glare down at him.
His expression was mild, however. “Ye ken, Coira, what we just did could result in a bairn. A grandson for yer da. Why no’ make him legitimate?”
“Because I—”
When she sparred with the warriors, there was a part of her which watched the big picture, telling her what was going on around her when most of her attention was focused on her opponent. She’d never asked if others felt this way, but occasionally, that part of her had proved invaluable; not just on the battlefield, but when dealing with clan disputes and other drama.
Right now, that part of her stood up, grabbed her by the tongue, and shook her.A bairn! Ye could be carrying Doughall’s bairn!
