Kresley Cole - [MacCarrick Brothers 03] (32 page)

“Following the binding declaration which you have made before me,” the registrar began, “I hereby pronounce that you, Ethan Ross MacCarrick, and you, Madeleine Isobel MacCarrick, are now husband and wife.”

Relief.
Ethan’s hand found hers.

“Scot, we are both unclothed and in bed,” Maddy said shortly after they’d arrived back at Carillon. “Is there any particular reason why you’re stalling at this juncture?” He’d been kissing her senseless as they’d undressed each other, but then he’d stopped.

He gazed down at her. “I’m not stalling—I’m savoring. It’s no’ every day a man gets married, and this has been a long time coming.”

“Do you think I’ll be worth the wait?”

“You
were
the wait. If I dinna have you, I would no’ marry. Besides, maybe you should be stalling. After this, there’s no getting away from me.”

She pressed her palm to his chest. His heart was thundering. “Are you nervous again?”

“Aye,” he said with a solemn nod. “Apparently the last time I tried this, I dinna acquit myself so well.”

She grinned. “But I’m confident you will now.”

He smiled wickedly, leaning down to nip her breast. “Then, Maddy MacCarrick, let’s get to consummatin’ this marriage.”

When she held her arms up to him, coaxing him to her body, he glanced the backs of his fingers down her belly. “
So lovely,
” he said. “Are you nervous as well?”

“Truth?”

“Truth.”

“I’m a bit terrified, Ethan.”

“I’ll go slow. You will no’ hurt again.”

She rolled her hips. “I hurt now.”

“God knows I do, too.” He gently cupped her between her legs, groaning when he slipped a finger inside her. “
Aingeal
, you have tae relax.”

“I can’t,” she whispered miserably. “Maybe we
should
wait longer? I think I’ve changed my mind.”

He rested his forehead against hers. “Maddy, you will no’ be more ready than you are now. The longer we wait, the worse your misgivings will be. I see that now.”

“But you were so awful after the first time. I have this nightmare that once I give in, you’ll get that cruel smirk and say hateful things. And then…”

“And then?”

“Then you’ll leave me.”

“Maddy lass, you’re stuck with me. You will no’ ever get away,” he said, then no doubt trying to lighten her mood, he added, “But you best make it good, so there’s no doubt.”

She gasped, and he pulled her to her side to give her a light rap on her bottom, making her peal with laughter.

“You’re shameless!” she said breathlessly, her eyes excited.

“Aye. But that’s what you love about me.”
Ach, she dinna deny it.
“Trust me, and I will no’ let you down.”

After what seemed like an eternity, she nodded and he comprehended that they were truly about to do this—he was about to take his
wife
, for the first time in their married life. By God, he was going to make this so good for her.

She nibbled her lip. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Though he knew the agony he was inviting, he said, “I want you tae be on top.” When she frowned, he added, “You can go as slow as you like. Take what you can of me inside you—at your own pace.”

He rolled over so she lay atop him, making her nervously murmur, “Ethan?”

Running his hand down her back, he entered one, then two fingers into her sex from behind, groaning when she arched her back down. As he delved again and again, she spread her legs wider over his hips. “That’s it.”

As he tried to fit a third inside her, she moaned, leaning down to lick his lips.

“I’m going to take my fingers out,” he grated. “And you’re going tae be needin’ something inside you.” She whimpered as he removed them. “Just take my shaft”—he grasped her hand and wrapped it around him—“and put it inside you when you’re ready.”

With his hand on hers, he aimed the head at her entrance, hissing at the wetness he met, gritting his teeth against the pleasure. He ran it up and down her folds, then released her.

Panting, with her eyes heavy-lidded, she continued bringing the swollen tip up and back along her sex. Each time she lowered his cockhead directly to her entrance and they briefly had that tight connection—when he would just barely enter her—he had to fight not to flex his hips up.

When she rubbed him against her clitoris in languid circles, he nearly ejaculated against her there. With a will exceeding anything he’d ever called on before, he didn’t thrust. He’d begun sweating from the battle, and her breasts rubbed against his slick chest as she writhed on him.

Torture. Pure and utter. She couldn’t know what she was doing to him. “Put it inside, Maddy,” he rasped. “I’ll make you come hard with it.” How much longer could he last till he tossed her to her back and slammed into her, bucking till he came?

Then he realized he could last as long as it took for her to do this, as long as she needed—

She eased the head in.

“
That’s it, lass,
” he growled low in his throat, knees falling open as she worked her lithe body on him. So he wouldn’t be tempted to press her down, he gripped the headboard behind him. “That’s my good wife.” He shuddered with pleasure. “Ah, God…as deep as you can…”

Thirty-seven

M
addy was certain she couldn’t take any more of him. But when she saw him visibly struggling to control himself—the lines around his eyes were tight and his jaw was clenched—she wanted to try for him.

“Ethan, I don’t know what to do.” It was one thing to see others in this position, but another to try it. She felt awkward and unsure.

“Pull up and go down, deeper,” he said, his voice husky and breaking.

“Show me how.”

“If I touch you, I’m goin’ tae lose control.” His hands clutched the headboard behind him, the muscles in his arms bulging with strain. His breaths were ragged, his chest rippling with power. “I’m burnin’ tae wrench you down my length….” His dark eyes met hers. “Bury it in you so deep…”

“You won’t. I trust you. Just please show me.” Even to herself, she sounded panicked.

“Ah, lass. This is supposed tae be enjoyable,” he said in a tone incongruous to his straining body.

She reached for his hands, shocked at how badly they shook when she placed them on her bottom. He groaned and gave a seemingly involuntary buck of his hips. His fingers splayed out, clutching her as he drew her up…then back farther down.

Pleasure rocked through her. “Oh! That feels…
nice
.”

Once more up and down farther still. She kept expecting pain, but there was none. The stretching sensation was rapturous, a fullness that felt so necessary. He was right—she did need this.

“I’m going tae make you come first if it kills me,” he said, his words hoarse. “Work your knees wider open.”

When she did, he pressed deeper, but there was no pain—just the opposite. “
Ethan…it feels so good inside me
,” she whispered in a wondering tone.

He could only grunt in answer, shuddering beneath her.

Maddy rose up and leaned forward, her hands clutching his shoulders, taking as much of his length as she could.

Her shining hair curled about her face and her brilliant eyes were free of fear—and full of trust. She was so lovely that she awed him.

Catching her gaze, he rasped a vow to her in Gaelic, a promise of self in the old language, binding them together forever. Though she couldn’t understand the words, she seemed to grasp the meaning—she cupped his face with her wee hands, leaning down to kiss him tenderly.

When she rose up once more, she said in a throaty voice, “I want more of you, Ethan.” She reached behind her, making him hiss a breath as she drew her nails up his inner thighs before cupping his sack. She slid him a satisfied grin, and he knew she’d felt his cock pulsing inside her.

“I want tae give it tae you.” He put his knees up behind her, reaching his hands to her exquisite breasts, covering them as he pinned her against his bent legs. Holding her sides, he thumbed her jutting nipples over and over. Once she was helplessly wriggling on his shaft, he dug his heels into the bed and gently bounced her body. She cried out and threw back her head, her hair cascading over his legs.

Forcing himself to slow their explosive joining, he eased her down. As he caressed her clitoris with the pads of two of his fingers, she rocked her hips on him gingerly, as if testing the sensations. When his fingers slid back and forth with her wetness, she began to undulate atop him, her movements growing faster and faster. Moaning, wanting to come, working for it, she rode him with quick snaps of her hips, shocking him until he could barely grate in amazement, “
Ah, you clever lass
.”

Only half his shaft was inside her, and he knew she could take more—
but…have to be good…better than before…

Yet he didn’t know how much longer he could last against this kind of pleasure. “Come for me,” he commanded, rubbing her fast.

When she did, the force of her contractions gripped him, instantly robbing him of his seed. He exploded inside her, bathing her womb in heat. Over and over, he pumped into her.

She went boneless on top of him, her heart pounding against his. Even as after-shudders wracked him, he continued to thrust up into her, still hard.

Unwilling to give this up, he turned her to her back, still driving into her body. “Can I take you again?” Somehow the need was building, growing worse than it’d been before.

She gazed up at him not with disgust, not even with mere desire. Somehow he’d gotten a woman like her to fall in love with him. “I’m yours, Ethan…anything you want is yours.”

The need to take her furiously, to brand her forever, lashed him like a whip. The urges were about to rule him. “Doona want tae hurt you. But…I need it…I need tae do it hard.”

She rolled her hips up to him. “Whatever you need.”

Maddy almost took the words back when she saw his eyes darken, burning with lust.

He cupped his hand around her nape and drew her up. “
I’ll never let you go
,” he grated, leaning down to take her lips. “
Never…
”He was losing control—she could sense it, could feel it. His massive body loomed over her, his muscles tight and slick, from his corded neck all the way to the sharp indentations leading from his waist to his groin.

He pressed one of her knees to her chest, leaning his torso against the back of that leg, wrapping his arm around it, clutching it as he thrust. He placed his other hand low on her belly to thumb her clitoris, making her writhe in bliss.

Whenever he rocked into her, he pushed against her leg, spreading her wide. He seemed to crave the feeling of his chest rubbing against it.

But soon, his rhythm turned furious. Every time she thought he couldn’t go deeper, he’d plunge more powerfully, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure.

This was even more than what she’d dreamed it would be like with him. She was captivated by the wild look in his eyes and the feel of his body working against her clutching nails or rippling under her sweeping palms. When he didn’t have his firm lips on her neck or breasts or mouth, they were parted with ragged breaths.

This was worth the wait a thousand times over….

Hands clamped to the backs of her knees, he bucked hard between her parted thighs, again and again until her head thrashed on the pillow. She fought the pleasure, wanting this to last forever. But under the steady onslaught of his body, she waged a losing battle.

Just as she realized she was going to climax once more, he bit out, “
Want tae feel you comin’ again.”

When she did, crying his name, a desperate, guttural sound broke from his chest. His eyes met hers as he poured himself hotly inside her. His voice a rasp, he declared, “
Mine
.” And then he collapsed atop her.

Breaths harsh against her neck, arms wrapped around her, he held her too tightly, but he was shaken by what had occurred between them.

I never knew.

As she ran her nails up and down his damp back, she whispered in an awed tone, “Oh, Scot, you’ve redeemed yourself completely.” He clutched her tighter, wondering if he was ever going to be able to release her.

This is what it’s all about.

He’d been so ignorant before, scorning what he could never comprehend without giving himself up to it.

Ethan understood that what he’d experienced in the past had been so lacking compared to what Maddy gave him—it was as if he’d been eating all his life without ever having been hungry or ever having tasted a morsel.

Now he starved. And feasted.

And he never wanted to go back.

Thirty-eight

W
hen men like us change, it’s profoundly
….

Hugh had been right, Ethan thought as he lay in bed, holding Maddy as she slept. Rain poured outside in a black winter’s night, but they were warm in their bed in front of a fire.