Page 66 of Claimed by the Clan Chief

She sucked in a breath. Her hair roots pained her a little, he was holding her so tight, but the sensation added to her excitement.

He canted his hips, thrust in then pulled back, setting up a fast rhythm. She stayed with him, catching her breath when she could.

Soon pre-cum coated her tongue. He was gasping, panting. Her breasts jiggled with each of his shoves. He was close, very close.

“Ah, my love.” He held her hair with both hands, pulling it, trapping her, and slid in deep.

She held her nerve, despite her gag reflex threatening to react. He was so deep.

And then it was there. His pleasure released and she swallowed it down. His cock pulsed against her tongue and her nose became lost in his wiry public hair.

He groaned long and low and another rope of seed filled her throat. “Aye, like that.”

She swallowed again, knowing he liked the sensation of her tugging on his tip when she did so.

His grip on her hair slackened, and after a moment he withdrew.

He was breathing fast, so was she.

Again he cupped her chin. “Stand.”

She did, her knees a bit stiff from kneeling. He kept his palm under her chin as his kilt fell back over his cock.

“I should tend to your hornet sting,” she said.

“Nay, it’s not a bother now.” He glanced at her potions cupboard. “What I want to ken is what you couldn’t tell me earlier.”

Isla stared down at her feet. She’d done something he’d told her not to. Found it impossible to resist and now she must pay the price. But haps he would be pleased and have a use for it.

“What is nothing?” he asked, tipping her face up so she had to look at him again.

“I… I…”

“Spit it out, lass.” He raised his eyebrows. “Or is it something I will have to cane out of you?”

“No, no, it’s…” She swallowed. “There was nightshade in the copse yonder.”

“Nightshade?”

“Aye, and I collected it.” She nodded at the cupboard. “I made a concoction.”

“You made a concoction of deadly nightshade even though I instructed you to never make such a lethal potion?”

“Aye, and I’m sorry.”

He released her chin and slid his hand to her right breast. He cupped the heavy underside and ran his thumb over her nipple.

Her flesh tingled under his touch and her nipple hardened.

“Sorry isn’t enough,” he said quietly, though she could hear the anger she’d anticipated in his tone. “I specifically warned about having something so deadly in our home. It is where you and our son live, I do not wish for such harm to be lurking in a cupboard.”

“It’s locked away, sir.”

“And if someone was to find the key?”

“They won’t.”

“Where is it?”

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