Page 36 of Won By The Highlander

‘Not in the least. Are you hinting for me to fetch the brandy, lass?’

A brush came flying at his head, and Wolfric only just managed to avoid it. Orla rushed towards him, not away.

‘You cannot be in earnest,’ she said with a frown. ‘And so much for my welfare. Son and heir, indeed. It is your lust you wish to salve, and that is not my concern.’

‘I disagree. I have been observing your temper, and I think you have a surfeit of unspent desire for me, which you need to work off. Wolfric jumped onto the bed and patted it. ‘Come, wife, let us enjoy each other.’

Orla shook her head. ‘Do you honestly think that because you have a kind of rough charm, women will make themselves your puppets? Am I supposed to enjoy it because you are handsome?’

‘So you think me handsome?’

No…I…well, to a certain type of woman, you may be, I suppose, but your handsomeness is far outweighed by your arrogance.’ She rushed across the room towards a pitcher of water. Wolfric bounded off the bed and caught hold of Orla, trapping her arms before her aim improved.

Orla squirmed to free herself, her pert bottom rubbing against his manhood. ‘I prefer to judge a man on his character, and yours is seriously deficient in all manner of ways, Wolfric,’ she hissed.

‘Aye, but that is what makes me such interesting company. And what matter, for my character can’t do this?’ he murmured, teasing the hair off her neck and planting a hot kiss on her collarbone. She trembled a little under his mouth, but whether from desire or revulsion, he could not tell.

‘You are disgusting, Wolfric Munro. You have probably just climbed out of some whore’s bed.’

‘No, I haven’t. I have been saving myself for wedlock. You should be honoured.’

Orla let out a sound that was a cross between a howl and a shriek. ‘Get off me, you blackguard.’

Wolfric jerked her tightly to him. ‘What say you to a wager, Orla, one where you can name your prize, anything you like?’

She froze. ‘What kind of a wager?’

‘A carnal contest. Let me come into your bed and have you. If I can make you call my name in ecstasy, then I have won. If I fail, then you can name your prize.’

‘That is ridiculous, Wolfric.’

‘Come on, or are you afraid your body will betray you? Are you too timid, lass? God knows you must be bored hanging around Blackreach all day. And I confess, I like it when you are angry with me, Orla, for it stirs my blood.’ He kissed the warm, sweet spot behind her ear, and she softened in his arms. ‘You do know anger is just a stone’s throw away from passion, lass,’ he whispered against her neck.

‘I don’t want to lie with you, Wolfric. It hurt last time.’

‘It won’t hurt this time, I promise you that,’ he said, letting his lips slide down to her collar bone and back up to her ear, ever so slowly. ‘Quite the opposite, in fact.’ Wolfric let his lips linger before trailing his tongue along the back of her neck. Orla stopped talking and fighting him.

Wolfric turned Orla around so that their bellies pressed together. There was heat coming off her flushed cheeks, and her mouth beckoned, as pink and juicy as a ripe peach. Now was his chance to make her want him. His manhood was ragingly hard, and he needed to soften it soon or explode.

When Wolfric planted a deep, soft kiss on her mouth, Orla gasped as his tongue found hers, but she did not pull away. Instead, she softened and reciprocated - sweet, tentative kisses that broke his heart a little. When they became more heated, she pulled away, and they stood with foreheads pressed together. Her robe had fallen off one creamy shoulder, and he desperately wanted to see her naked, in all her glory.

‘You shouldn’t do that,’ she muttered.

‘Nor should you,’ he said. ‘And let us not stop kissing, for I like it too much.’

He moved in as if to kiss her again, and she stopped him. ‘If I win, I can have anything?’ she gasped.

That was all the encouragement Wolfric needed. ‘Aye,’ he growled, leading her to the bed and locking mouths with her again. He tore off his plaid and wrenched his shirt over his head.

She glanced down and then back up at his face. ‘Oh my,’ she said, biting her lip.

Wolfric gave her his most seductive smile. ‘Aye, ‘twas in darkness last time. Do you like what you see, lass?’

‘I don’t know,’ she said, tilting her head sideways. ‘It is such a strange thing.’ Then she frowned.

This would not do. Wolfric pulled her hand onto his cock. ‘Hold it firmly and move it like this,’ he said, guiding her hand. Orla was obviously curious as she did as she was told, her eyes never leaving his as her hand moved clumsily. He must keep control, or else he might spend himself at any moment. Wolfric tried hard to delay, keeping his mind on Orla and trying to ignore what her hand was doing.

Wolfric slid her robe and shift quickly over her shoulders and down to her waist. Orla let go of his cock and tried to cover her nakedness, but he pulled her hands away. She had the most magnificent breasts he had ever seen, full and firm and jutting, all creamy skin and pleasingly pert nipples, like proud rosebuds. He pressed his palm tenderly to one breast. It was warm, silky, and heavy.

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