Surrender (9 page)

Lush. Beautiful. Curly. More auburn than that
on her head. He felt himself stirring and held tight to his
control, willing his stubborn cock to stillness. His heart beat
faster as his gaze settled on the underside of her firm breasts. He
wanted to look higher, but if he did so, she would learn he was
awake.

He didn't want her to know. He wanted to see
what she would do.

He saw.

Elyne gently eased herself onto the bed,
lying rigid as a fence board. He heard her swallow. For truth, more
gulp than swallow. Funny, that. He had never noted such a thing
before.

The pillow moved when she turned her head to
watch him, and he knew when she made up her mind for she eased
closer to him until their skin touched. She stopped like he had
scalded her. After several breaths, her hand crept over to stroke
across his chest, so light it tickled the hairs there.

He allowed his body to stir. Just the
smallest bit, as a man would who is restless and enjoying a dream.
Huh! After all, she
was
big on dreams.

He mumbled gibberish under his breath and
slowly rolled on his side to face her. He breathed a light sigh and
let his arm flop across her. Pox'd Lucifer! She near jumped from
the bed. She seemed afraid to breathe but finally quieted. And when
she started to put her arm around him, he muttered again and flung
himself on his back. He near laughed when she whispered a
frustrated response.

"Drats."

Had she slipped him another potion in his
food? If it was a sleeping potion, it wasna working. The only thing
he felt at the time was controlled lust when she moved to put her
left arm across his chest and her soft breasts teased his skin.

"Umph?" He pretended to be reluctantly
awakening.

Elyne felt uncertain. What was the matter
with Sir Graemme? He should have been mindless with desire by now.
Did he not eat the foods she had Cook prepare for him? Cook had
laced them with aphrodisiacs taken from her mother's recipes. Elyne
had thought such would make a man helpless not to couple with a
woman. How was she to keep him here until long after the sun's rise
if he wouldna awake and be properly lustful?

She went over all the recipes in her mind,
but she could not think of a single thing to make a man groggy.
Except too much wine. But, Hades, her father drank more wine than
she had sent to Graemme's room. It couldna be the reason. Ah.
Perchance he had not the proper, er, stimulation? How did one go
about properly preparing a man? She thought over all the rutting
she had seen her brother Moridac and his women performing in the
darkened corridors.

She would try. There was no help for it.

She eased up on her knees, and remembering
how large his body was when atop him in the courtyard below, she
reached one arm across his middle to place her hand on the bed for
balance. Once there, she stretched her legs wide to straddle his
hard, muscular hips.

She near fell forward when the bare cleft
between her legs settled down on the hard male heat of a growing
erection. She had seen the women sit upright and rock back and
forth, making Moridac grunt in agony.

She rocked.

Graemme grunted.

She nodded, satisfied. She must be doing
something right.

After her fifth rocking motion, his whole
body tensed as stiff as it had when her father's sword had pricked
the hollow of his neck. Bleh! She was doing it wrong. She knew she
was for sure when his hands flew up to grasp her shoulders and
forced her to stillness.

"What in cruddy Hades do ye think ye are
doin'?"

She squealed when he flipped them both over
until she was beneath him. Now, 'twas his knees which straddled
her.

"Tell me!" He shook her shoulders up and down
on the bed, making her head bounce on the pillow.

"I wished to seduce ye." Ack! She had not
meant to come right out with it. What ailed her? She had to think
quickly. "I didna wish to wait two months till ye returned."

He stared at her, not believing a word of
it.

"Ye were right. I desired ye from the first
moment I saw ye come to the well," she babbled on. "We are as good
as wed. No one will think it sinful. Why, most couples seal their
betrothal afore they wed. Ye didna have time to purchase a proper
betrothal gift, but I thought this would seal our bargain as
well."

Where did she come up with such a feckless
reason? Her heart raced watching his face tighten, his eyes gleam
with hidden fire. For truth 'twas fear sending her blood flying
through her body, for the eyes of the black wolf of her dreams
gleamed down at her! She felt afire where he started to rock back
and forth imitating what she had done to him. Who knew a man's body
could hold such heat?

Ah, so this is how to do it. He did not just
rock, but bore down with each forward move. And each time he did
so, he moved further down on her body until, bit by bit, his
throbbing prick caressed her nether lips. He reached down and did
something with her springy curls.

"Is this what ye wanted to feel? Hm?"

Hard, hot velvet rubbed against the bare
flesh of her nub. Her gasp was reply enough. He chuckled, the sound
sinister in the darkness.

"And this?"

His breathing became ragged. Grunting, he
leaned forward and brushed his chest against her breasts. The
crispy hair there tickled her nipples so much she tried to move
from side to side to relieve the itch.

It didn't work. It worsened.

"Do ye enjoy my hair teasin' yer nipples?
Hm?"

She grasped his shoulders and squirmed.

Of a sudden, he took in a great breath and
held still. As if he had come to his senses.

"Ye should not have come to me."

He pulled upright breaking her hold on his
shoulders and stared at her.

"If ye wish to leave, do so now." He started
to swing off her.

She grabbed the hard muscles of his thighs
and held tight. She could not leave now! If she did, he would not
go back to sleep and wait until the sun rose. He would leave!
Muriele would not have time to find a proper hiding place at the
convent. Elyne could do this for her. Give her time. After all,
Muriele had killed a man to keep her safe.

"Nay! I dinna want to leave ye. I burn for
ye."

The way Graemme's mouth swooped down to
devour hers, she was the plump hare to his hungry wolf. Soft, warm
lips greeted him, hesitating when he slid the hard tip of his
tongue over them, seeking a slight opening to invade. He nibbled
and nipped, nudging at them until they parted in a soft sigh. It
was all he needed. Soon his tongue fed from the minty freshness of
her mouth. So sweet. So hesitant with each move he made until soon
her own tongue explored and played with his.

Hearing her soft purr, he braced himself on
his left elbow and moved his right hand to gently brush over the
top of her breast. His fingertips trailed the plump flesh around to
the side until he cupped its full weight in the palm of his hand.
His calloused thumb gently grazed over the hardening nipple then
quickly moved on.

"Dinna leave," She arched her breast upward,
urging him to return.

He did. He squeezed gently then brought his
wet, open lips to brush over the straining flesh. Ah. So
delightful. He suckled and drew it out, letting it go with a wet
pop, then nuzzled it again and nibbled gently. Her hips squirmed
and her thighs moved. Still suckling, he reached between them and
moved his cock to nest its length between her nether lips. A groan
rumbled from his throat. He feared it caused him to nip harder than
he intended. He released her nipple and caressed it.

"Forgive me, little jewel." He lapped and
kissed her flesh.

She did not protest. Though she had not the
skills of a woman well used to bed sport, from her instant response
to his touch, he wondered. Her mouth had been hot and eager. Her
breasts had swelled afore he started caressing them. If he read her
aright, she was already wet and weeping for him. To assure himself
he need not go slowly, he brushed the heel of his hand above her
slit. He ran his middle and third fingers along the length of her
outer lips. Lightly at first, then harder as her tension built. He
cupped her delicate softness and felt the hot wetness dampening the
soft curls and spreading its dew over her nether cheeks below.

Elyne arched her hips, not in the smooth,
practiced way he was accustomed to with women, but in a jerking
motion. His finger entered her, and though she was thoroughly wet,
he found she was tight as a woman who had not swived a man in many
moons.

He spread her legs wider and settled between
them. Moving higher, supporting himself on his elbows, he brought
the base of his cock to slide against her throbbing nub. He thrust
slowly on an up-and-down motion, not entering but teasing her
flesh.

"Please."

She panted against his neck then bit down.
Her legs locked around him, trying to find a way to make him
enter.

"Um. Gladly."

He took the head of his cock and nudged it at
her opening. Feeling her flesh give around it, he settled himself
more firmly on his knees. The calloused flesh of his palm slid over
the warm skin of her thigh gripping his hips, then traveled up over
her stomach, her waist, her breasts.

With one strong thrust, he slid to the
hilt.

"Oh!" She gasped and dug her fingernails into
his shoulders.

Graemme hesitated. She had flinched, yet he
had felt no hard resistance. Now he was sure, displeasure flooded
him. 'Twas too much to expect the girl would be intact when she was
bold enough to gaze on naked men at every opportunity.

"I should have known," he muttered.

"Known what?"

Elyne gasped and held tight to him.

Graemme raised his head to see her expression
in the faint light. Elyne's puzzled eyes questioned him. Angry now,
he shook his head. She knew full well what he meant. Coming to him
this night prevented him from ever breaking their betrothal. Her
being in his bed locked them together as much as any consummation
after repeating the wedding vows.

His ballocks quivered and prodded him for
attention, while his cock had engorged within her 'till it was
likely to burst if he did not gain release. He forced his mind from
dwelling on how she had used her body to ensure he would return for
her. For certs! She had fooled him by acting reluctant to wed.

He snorted. She would wed the devil and go to
the Highlands to escape her father. He rocked and stroked within
her. Her muscles tensed and her lips tilted in a slight smile. She
arched her head back. Closed her eyes.

"Oh, yes," she sighed.

His thrusts varied, first short quick bursts,
then slow withdrawals until just the gleaming head of his cock
stayed hidden, followed by a deep thrusts to the hilt. Sweat ran
down his face tickling the hollow in his neck.

He watched surprise and wonder building in
her expressive face. Her hips began to rotate. She strained to
reach up to him when he teased her. Her head fell back. Moaning,
she closed her eyes then opened them again to stare up at him. They
clouded and her stomach muscles tightened and began to quiver.
Reaching between them, he gently stroked her wet, swollen nub. One
touch was all she needed. Her eyes flew wide. Startled. She opened
her mouth and took in a great gasp.

No doubt, the reckless lass would shout to
the world her pleasure. Their teeth clanged together in his haste
to thrust his tongue in her mouth and seal her lips with his
own.

To keep them locked together, he fought her
through her climax, surprised by the intensity of it. He bitterly
acknowledged if they had nothing else between them, their bed sport
would be enjoyable.

His ballocks throbbed while he bucked and
strained and spurted within her with such force he near banged
their heads against the stone wall at the head of the bed.

When she stilled beneath him, he heaved off
her and fell to her side, exhausted.

Elyne turned her head and stared at the man
next to her. She had never thought bed sport could be so intense.
'Twas no wonder Moridac's women had all giggled and bragged about
his prowess and how he had pleasured them.

Graemme's eyes strayed to her breast, and she
looked down to see they seemed fuller than usual. One thing for
certs. Her nipples had never hardened so, not even when she
pleasured herself on rare occasions.

Now she knew why they were so rare. They had
left her wanting. Feeling unfulfilled. Had she felt the intense
pleasure Graemme had given her, she would have made it a nightly
ritual!

"What makes ye grin so?" Graemme rose up on
his elbow and peered down at her face.

"Foolish thinkin'."

"As?"

"Had I known it was so pleasurable, I would
have, uh, found ways to secure it."

"Ye didna have the same pleasure with other
men?"

He leapt to straddle her on his hands and
knees. He glared, letting her know he would not allow her to seek
bed sport with another while he was tending to Magnus.

"Other men?"

Elyne stared up at him, studying his angry
expression. She had just given him her virtue and now he accused
her of wanting to swive other men?

"Aye. The men afore me."

His eyes squinted and gleamed with a feral
light. Why, the stupid man thought she had swived other men? While
they had made love, she felt a warm feeling of belonging with him.
Even hoped they would live well together after they wed. Those
feelings flew as if snow had fallen between them.

Her throat closed with the lump forming
there. She struggled to keep the tears from spilling from her eyes.
She never cried! And she'd be damned to Hades if he would ever see
her regret. She heaved at his shoulders with all her strength. When
he released her and sat upright, she scooted up in the bed until
her feet were free.