Page 57 of Claimed by the Clan Chief

“And in Scotland too now.”

“Oh, it’s so much.” She clenched her teeth as a nip of pain attacked the stretched skin of her hole. “It’s…”

There was a sudden popping sensation, as if she’d been fully entered. Her taut ring of muscle clamped closed, but not completely, there was still something there.

“So pretty,” he said, releasing her buttock and smoothing his palm over her rear. “On the end is a glass jewel. It is as if you have a gemstone protruding from your bottom.”

“Mother Nature, give me strength,” she muttered. A shiver attacked her, the plug in her butt, the heat on her skin and her still wet hair combining to send a rain shower of sensation over her.

“Come, my love, sit.”

Very gently he helped her into a sitting position on his lap. He cupped her face and touched his nose to hers.

Isla squirmed as the plug moved inside of her. She was also wet between her legs and her bottom was smarting.

“I trust you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Aye, sir.”

“So say it.”

“I will never make an ill wish again. I promise.”

“And more than that you must naught do anything that could have you accused as a witch. A healer is admirable; consulting with otherworldly spirits is not seen as such by the people we live amongst.”

“I understand.”

“Do ye?”

“Aye.”

His eyes narrowed as he studied her for a moment, then he leaned forward and kissed her.

She became lost in the sensation of his lips on hers and his facial hair gently scratching against her chin. She’d never felt so utterly secure and protected. McTavish was everything he’d promised to be… and more.

“I’m going to make you forget last night,” he whispered, running his hands down her back. “I’m going to take away all the fear and discomfort. For the next hour you will only ken pleasure and you may give up responsibility for everything. I am your husband and I ken what you need.”

She stroked her hand over his hair. “I believe you.”

“I love ye, lass.”

“I love you, Trevor McTavish.”

He stood, lifting her with him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and clenched her buttocks, fearing the plug may fall out. It didn’t.

“Here,” he said, striding to the bed. “Lie with your arms above your head.” Gently he set her onto the soft covers.

She stretched out her legs, enjoying the silky material beneath them, arched her back then raised her arms over her head.

‘For the next hour you will ken only pleasure.’

She smiled up at him, marvelling at how he could be a fearless warrior and stern discipliner one moment then a giving lover with a tender touch and smile the next.

“That’s it,” he said, tracing his fingers from the hair in her armpit up to her wrist. “Let everything fade away. There’s only us in this room. Nothing else exists.”

She nodded and stared up at him. Wanting to touch his chest and the defined muscles of his abdomen, but knowing she must obey and lie in this position.

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