MacRieve

EIGHTEEN

“No. Am I about to?” Chloe asked, her eyes flashing with excitement.

“Oh, aye,” Will said, nipping at her breast. With her head slightly raised against the hill’s slope, she could look down at him, seeing everything. “I’m goin’ tae lick you between your pretty thighs till you scream for me.”

His hand shook in her tiny panties as he inched his fingers lower. My mate, just before me, my mouth at her breasts. Lower. Will could scarcely believe it. Lower. The afternoon had taken on a dreamlike quality.

His fingers discovered plump, wet folds. Her cunny was weeping for him. “Gods almighty, woman.” He cupped her possessively. Wetness soaked his hand, making his cock pulse. Pre-cum gathered on the head, drawing her heavy-lidded gaze.

As he began to fondle her, she moaned, her eyes locked on his shaft. “Ah, lass, you’re looking at my cock like you want tae give it a suck.”

Another blush answered him. She bloody did! He shuddered to imagine her reddened lips wrapped around his length.

Control! Must keep control. . . . For her, he could do this. In the future, they’d figure out something; for now, he just wanted to pleasure her. To have this afternoon between them. “I would dearly love tae feel that! And soon I’ll let you have your fill of it. But my beast and I are dancing the razor’s edge today.”

“You’re not getting undressed?”

Keep the beast in check. “I canna get too carried away, love.” He hooked his forefingers under the sides of her panties, tugging them down . . . revealing a trim thatch of tawny curls that made his mouth water.

When he had her completely unclothed, he gazed with disbelief. Had he called her cute?

Try exquisite.

Her skin was smooth and golden, a fascinating shade against her unusual multicolored eyes and sun-streaked hair. Falling cherry blossoms kissed her flat belly, her breasts, her lips.

She sighed, “I can feel them,” as her lids slid shut.

He watched in awe as slick, white petals slipped down her body. One hugged the curve of her left breast.

Her right nipple was capped with a fragile petal, white against swollen-with-need red.

But her scent called to him. He turned to the silken petals between her thighs, jaw slackening at the sight of her glistening flesh. “You could no’ be lovelier, lass. The things I plan tae do tae you . . .” As he moved between her knees, he licked his lips, feeling like a slavering beast about to ravish a beauty.

The beauty said only, “Please.”

He lowered his head and set in. With his first lick, she moaned low; he nearly ejaculated in his pants. Her taste was the most delectable he’d ever had upon his tongue. “Chloe! Gods, you’re like honey tae me.” Like silk dipped in honey, then drizzled upon his ready tongue.

Perfection. He lapped her up. “Been waiting forever for this.”

When he rubbed his tongue over her budding little clitoris, she cried, “Oh, God! Please don’t stop that.”

No’ a chance of it. His cock strained against the waistband of his jeans, about to rip them. The beast clawed at him. To stay present in this, Will would claw back. He spread her thighs wider, covering her clit with his mouth, rolling his tongue over it again and again.

He realized he was growling against her when she said, “What are you doing to me?”

He drew back. “Do you no’ like it?”

“I love it!” Yet then she fretted her bottom lip. “A-are you okay? Your eyes are blue.”

Looking into her eyes centered him, focused him. Without breaking his stare, he licked lower, delving at her honeyed entrance. To his amazement, the beast was standing down, appeased with this, as if fed a particularly toothsome treat. In this, beast, we agree. Against her flesh, Will said, “I’m no’ going anywhere.”

“Are you sure, MacRieve?”

“And miss my Chloe coming for the first time with me?”

She shyly said, “First time with anyone,” and his heart thudded.

“I’ll make this good for you. I swear it.” He wanted to torment her with pleasure, to make her never want to leave the source of it.

She ran her fingers through his hair, watching every lick.

“Lusty little mate.” He was discovering so much about her, what pushed her buttons. He’d learned that she liked his dirty talk. He’d learned that she had so much fight in her, but not when needful—and not against him. For Will, she surrendered her fire so sweetly. “You like my tongue on you, lass?”

“Yes!”

“In you?” He parted her with his thumbs and fucked her with his stiffened tongue; she melted, giving a strangled scream.

“You want more?”

“I need more! I want it. . . .” When she moaned, undulating wildly to his tongue, his cock pulsed so hard it ripped the top button of his jeans open. His zipper was no match for his length. So he shoved his pants down to his knees.

But even when his hand found his throbbing cock and began to masturbate, the beast didn’t rise. Will was dripping with pre-cum, harder than he’d ever been, yet the beast was thrumming with delight inside him.

Will fully comprehended that he was in control. And more, he was good at this. She was going crazy. Her head thrashed above the edge of his shirt, her tawny locks bright against the clover.

All he had to do was feast on her as he and the beast needed to, and she would come against his mouth.

He’d been discovering much about her sexually—but also about him. Will could satisfy her, could even tease her. Which meant she was at his mercy.

Suddenly, he felt very powerful.

He grinned against her wet flesh. And very, very wicked.

Shivers danced all over Chloe’s naked skin. She’d never felt such lust, knew she was seconds from orgasming for a man she’d only known a day.

He’d released his erection from his jeans, was stroking it. When she saw that thick length, she grew wetter in a rush, and he licked greedily, snarling against her. God, his penis was amazing, pulsing and rigid—larger than anything she’d seen on RedTube. And it’s all mine.

He was hers. All she had to do was say yes to him.

She’d sensed he was on the precipice of that wild beast nature inside him, and it excited her. When she gazed down at his feral, predatory look, her heart beat erratically.

“No more talk of leaving,” he rasped. “You need this, do you no’? You’re burning inside; you ken you need me tae tend your fire.” He ran his tongue along her folds with a long, slow, sensuous stroke.

“I-I can’t think. Just keep doing it.”

“Doing what?” He tongued at her opening.

She arched sharply. “L-licking me!”

“What if I want tae do this?” He gave a light suck on her clit.

“Oh my God, oh my God—”

“You want more?”

“Yes! Ah, yes. . . .”

“Then in turn, you’ll give me a week tae convince you that you’re mine.” His brogue was so thick. “Each day I’ll do this tae you.”

“What?” She couldn’t think, felt drugged. Each day, really? “I don’t . . . you’re bargaining with me?”

“Aye. And, baby, right now I hold all the cards.” Another brief, sweet suck.

Desperate to come, she gripped his head and rocked her hips to get his mouth back on her. He growled, heaving his breaths against her dripping flesh, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Surrender tae me, Chloe. We both know you want tae.”

What could one week hurt? “O-okay. Seven days. And you have to do this on every one of them.”

He gave a half-laugh, half-groan against her. “Consider it done.” A last light suck before he pulled his mouth back. “Vow tae stay with me.”

She stamped her feet with frustration. “Fine! I vow it.”

When he lowered his head once more, she felt him grinning against her, a wolfish smile. Then came his sinful tongue again—and she knew she’d made the better bargain.

Yet just when she was about to tip over the edge, he grated, “Leamsa.”

“Wh-what does that mean?”

“It means mine. Tell me who you belong tae.”

Fearing he’d tease her again, she hastily said, “You!”

“Then tell me.” He suckled her clit again, flicking his tongue at the same time. . . .

So close. She burned, she ached. Gone shameless with lust, she arched her back, cupping her breasts. As her orgasm swept her up, she cried, “I belong to you!”

The rapture was scorching.

Wickeder than dreams.

Addictive.

When it finally subsided, she had to push his head away, shivering as he growled, “I taste it, baby. I fuckin’ taste you.”

She lay dazed, dimly aware that she was naked in the woods with a Scottish sex god—one who still needed to come.

He rose up on his knees, jeans shoved down his flexing thighs. His big hand squeezed his engorged length as he masturbated. She’d never imagined that a guy’s erection could be so delectable-looking—thick, hot, pulsating. Again came that overwhelming urge to take it in her mouth.

She gazed up from his bobbing fist to his rippling torso muscles and bulging biceps. The straining tendons in his neck protruded. His expression was agonized with the need to come—but it was still MacRieve.

“You didn’t hurt me. You stayed with me.”

He stroked faster, faster. “Wanted tae see you come for me.” He licked his lips, groaning . . . from her taste? “I’m soon tae join you. How do you want it, love?”

She didn’t understand. “Um, whichever way you prefer?”

He leaned forward, placing his hand over her neck—not squeezing, just making a cage of fingers over her throat. A cage that said, Lie back and stay. “I want my seed marking your soft flesh,” he bit out between gritted teeth. “I want my seed on you, my scent on you. I want no one tae mistake who you belong tae.”

At his words, she helplessly arched up to be marked by him. In his eyes, she saw yearning, a brows-drawn vulnerability. Whatever he needed, she was ready to give.

Her surrender? For this brief window in time, he had it. She saw his fangs growing longer, but he only looked wilder. Savagely seductive.

He growled, “Feel me. Take it upon your flesh.”

She squirmed in anticipation.

He gave a bellow of pleasure when the first jet erupted from the crown, spurting across one breast and aching nipple. He aimed another lash to take her other breast.

She gasped, stunned by how hot his semen was. How heavily those creamy ribbons landed upon her. How she did feel marked.

Bucking violently at his fist, he threw his head back to roar, “Chloe!” On and on it continued while he yelled to the sky, his hips jerking above her. . . .

When he was finally spent, he surveyed her. She sensed a fierce masculine satisfaction in him as he said, “You look like you’ve gone tae war in the clover. As my lass should look.”

She plucked green from her hair, shrugging with a smile.

Before he collapsed next to her and pulled her to his chest, she thought she’d seen his eyes misted wet.