The Highlander's Bride Trouble (19 page)

She growled at him. “And ye believe now is a good time to remind me of that?”

He nodded firmly. “The alternative is to fight off going back to sleep, because ye
know that memory will be waiting for ye. Come here and make a new one, one with ye
in control.”

He was far too perceptive. His proposition had a tantalizing appeal. But she started
to shake her head. “I told ye, I cannae trust any man. Ye must understand.”

He rolled onto his side and stroked the side of her face. It was a tender touch, but
she flinched, still caught in the hold of her nightmare. She knew he was watching
her, so she swallowed and felt the tension easing. When he stroked her skin again,
it was slower. A shiver moved through her, but one that pleased her because it banished
the world of her past in favor of the moment she was in.

“I understand,” he whispered. “I understand waking in the dead of night and wondering
if the wolf I hear growling is going to tear me throat out before I kill him.” He
smoothed her hair from her face and softly kissed her cheek. “I know I hear that wolf
from time to time and feel the sting of regret for having to kill it, because it was
just as hungry as I was.”

He rolled back onto his back. “And I know that the only way I ever found peace was
by training hard enough to ensure that I had the strength to defend myself.”

Confusion held her in its grip until he tossed the bedding off his body. His cock
stood up, swollen with need.

“Come here, Nareen. Do everything ye feared having done to ye. Demand what was demanded
of ye, and grow strong enough to nae fear anything that might have been done to yer
body.”

It was ludicrous. Sinful to be sure. Wanton. But the idea felt surprisingly right
and pleasing.

Boldness took hold inside her, burning away the remnants of the nightmare. It was
an addictive feeling. It grew so quickly, she was already moving toward him before
she decided how she wanted to touch him.

But her memory offered her options. The same words that had been rising up from her
nightmare, like suggestions from the devil himself, became ideas capable of reclaiming
control over her emotions.

Nareen rolled over and reached for his member. It was smooth and hot and thick. He
sucked in his breath, stiffening as she teased it with the tips of her fingers. His
skin was so soft, like velvet beneath her fingertips. But it covered a staff that
was hard as steel. She grasped him and slid her closed hand down to the base of his
cock.

Saer’s words rose from her memory, pleasing her immensely. She enjoyed that memory
far more and was eager to make new ones to bury the past beneath their weight.

She came up on her knees next to his belly and pumped her hand along his length a
few more times. His face was drawn tight, and she felt her lips curl up with delight.

“Ye said ‘everything’?” she questioned boldly.

“Aye,” he answered roughly.

Anticipation tightened in her belly, sending a twist of need through her passage.
Her body was heating up, making it comfortable to leave the bedding behind.

“Even wrap me lips around yer…cock.” She forced the word out, refusing to be afraid
of it any longer.

His expression tightened, anger glittering in his eyes. He sat up and grasped her
shoulder. “Did that bitch make ye perform that service?”

He was furious, the rage hot enough to feel. But she stared at it, fascinated by the
protectiveness in him.

“Nareen?” he growled. “Tell me.”

She shook her head and stroked his member.

“Then how do ye know about frenching?”

“Me cousin offered to sell it, and I was at court.”

“I should have hung her,” he snarled.

“Yet ye know what it is…” Nareen stroked his cock again. “And the look in yer eyes
tells me ye have experience with it…”

His eyes narrowed. “So I am being overly offended? Is that yer point, lass?”

She drew her hand up to the top of his length and teased the spot beneath the crown
with her thumb. When she raised her gaze back to his, his lips were pressed into a
hard line as he fought to maintain his composure.

“I believe me question is, do ye want me ignorant? For if ye do, I’ll remind ye that
I asked to be taken home to me brother, for I will never play act the part of a simpleton.”

He grabbed another pillow and put it behind his head, then settled back. The position
was less relaxed, less submissive, and she felt a response ripple through her. It
was just there, in defiance of everything she had decided she wanted. Without question,
she enjoyed his arrogance.

Damn her weak flesh.

But she was going to use her own cravings to serve her needs tonight. She toyed with
his length, stroking it with just her fingertips before closing her hand around it
again. His expression changed, becoming more rakish, and her breath caught. There
was a pleasure to be had in seeing him enjoy her touch, and it filled her with boldness.

She lowered her gaze to his cock. The crown was marked with a ridge of flesh and a
slit. She teased it with her fingers before leaning down to lick it.

“Christ,” he growled, his breathing labored.

She looked up to find his chest rising and falling quickly. Moonlight spilled in through
the open doors, making her smile. This was no pitch-black chamber making her feel
like she was locked away.

She leaned down again and licked all the way around the crown. He hardened even more,
becoming rigid. Saer gripped the sheet beneath him as she watched him through her
eyelashes. She opened her mouth wide enough to take him. His skin smelled clean and
was silken smooth against her tongue. She licked the slit and watched him go as tight
as a bowstring.

It was arousing in a way she’d never expected—part power and part enjoyment of knowing
he liked what she was doing. She leaned farther down, taking more of his length inside
her mouth. He jerked, thrusting toward her face as she heard him demand, “Enough,
Nareen.”

“Nae nearly so,” she instructed him softly. With his cock wet, it was easier to work
her hands up and down his length. “I think it is far past time for ye to be the one
being driven mad.”

He curled up and caught her hair. “I have been, lass. Why do ye think I left me land
to find ye?”

There was a force in his eyes that sent a shiver through her. She wasn’t even sure
if it was physical or emotional, only that it was so intense, she nearly moaned.

She tilted her head, and he released her hair. Leaning over, she drew her tongue along
the side of his cock, lapping him from root to crest in one long swipe.

“Aye…” he rasped.

It was more of a sound than a word, and it pleased her greatly. She leaned over the
other side of his length and licked it too. When she made it to the top, she opened
her mouth and sucked him deep inside.

“Aye!”

She tightened her fingers around the portion she couldn’t take, pumping her hand up
and down as he began to thrust again. The first drop of his seed filled the slit,
and she licked it away with a bold lap.

He groaned, his body tightening even more. But she didn’t release him. She sucked
harder, until her cheeks hollowed against his cock. Her fingers moved up and down
on the base several times before he snarled and his seed began to fill her mouth.
She swallowed it. Sucking every last drop of it away as he cursed.

He didn’t relax onto the bed, but sat up and slid his hand into her hair again. He
rose right up onto his knees, taking her with him. Their bodies pressed against each
other, sending a jolt of need through her. Her bud was throbbing, while her passage
felt empty.

“I do nae care if ye’ve enchanted me, I only fear ye’ll stop.”

He kissed her, licking his way across her lower lip before thrusting his tongue into
her mouth. He teased her, tormenting her with the motion she craved. His cock was
hard again. She played with it, teasing the rod and purring as it remained rigid.

Saer clasped a hand around her waist and rolled her onto her back.

“No,” she said, refusing to let him part her thighs.

He lifted his head and glared at her.

“Ye said I might do everything I pleased with ye,” she said.

She pushed at him, earning a grunt, but she lifted her chin stubbornly. “On yer back.
Ye’ll be the one ridden tonight.”

His eyes narrowed, but his face softened with understanding. The bed bounced and the
ropes creaked as he rolled onto his back. His cock stuck up from his belly, making
her ache with the need to feel it inside her.

“Come, lass, if ye think ye can manage a full stallion.”

When she rose up, his gaze flashed with excitement. She was trembling with it as well,
her motions clumsy as she lifted one knee and swung it over his wide hips.

He cupped her waist, taking some of her weight and easing her into position.

“Gaining the saddle is the hardest part.”

“I hope not,” she answered as he moved her back and the head of his cock slipped between
the wet folds of her slit. Moonlight flashed off his wide grin as she pressed down.

He didn’t let her sheath his cock. His grip stayed firm as he thrust up into her with
a controlled motion.

“Ye are still tender.”

“I am nae,” she argued and lifted herself off him. Her clumsiness vanished as she
became accustomed to the motion of riding him. This time she pressed farther down
and felt her passage stretching to accommodate him. She gasped, the fullness a sweet
balance of pleasure and pain.

“As I said, Nareen,” he cautioned her. Saer didn’t wait for her rise, he lifted her
off his cock.

But she was impatient for more, fighting against his grip. “No, I say what will be
between us tonight.”

He shook his head, an arrogant grunt escaping his lips. “Ye’re mine, lass.” He thrust
up into her to prove it, holding her suspended above his hips.

She gasped, wanting to argue with him, but she was caught in the rush of sensation
that being full of him unleashed. He pushed deep and withdrew before thrusting again.

“Savage…” she choked out at last.

“Hummm…” he agreed. “Do ye truly crave one of those weaklings from court?”

“I crave ye,” she confessed. It probably wasn’t the wisest thing to say, but it clearly
pleased him. She leaned forward, and his attention switched to her breasts.

“I see merits to letting ye set the pace, lass.”

He lowered his hips to the surface of the bed and let her sheath him until she was
sitting on top of him. Releasing her waist, he reached for her breasts and cupped
them.

“Aye, benefits I will enjoy well.”

He massaged the tender globes, making her impatient for friction. She lifted herself
up and plunged back down. The first time was bumpy, but she braced her hands against
his shoulders and tightened her thighs around his hips.

“Very enjoyable…” He pinched her nipples gently, grinning when she increased her pace.

“Stop trying to control the pace, Saer.”

She rose and fell a few more times, the hard length of his cock sending pleasure rippling
through her. Her nipples were contracting, the swirling need inside her belly making
her ready to burst.

“That is something I cannae promise, lass.” He slid a hand around her torso and sat
up. He bound her to him, with his cock driven deep inside her as he turned and pressed
her back against the bed. She growled at him, but he pulled free and thrust back into
her, sending a shaft of delight through her.

“I dreamed of ye here, when I told the carpenter how I wanted the bed made…” He thrust
again and again with more power. Her eyes were trying to slide shut, but she resisted
because he was taking control of her.

She needed to refuse.

But she couldn’t. Her need was too great, and he knew how to push her over the edge.
Pleasure spiked through her, ripping away what she thought she wanted as her body
took what it craved. She twisted and cried out before she lifted her eyelids to find
Saer watching her.

His face was full of primitive satisfaction.

“I wanted to make ye mine in this bed.”

He leaned back and started thrusting again. He hadn’t spilled his seed yet, and he
eased the contact between his length and her sex.

She gasped when she realized he was driving her back up to another peak.

“Saer…”

He impaled her with a hard thrust that sent the air from her lungs.

“I wanted to hear ye cry out me name in this chamber…”

The bed groaned as he thrust harder and deeper into her spread body.

“Dreamed of ye clinging to me here…”

“Stop…” Her lips were dry, but her body was arching toward his. “I cannae…nae…again…”

“Ye will,” he informed her ruthlessly. “I’ll drive ye back to ecstasy, Nareen. Again
and again.”

It was savage—he was savage—but she couldn’t seem to resist. He leaned over her, pinning
her hands to the surface of the bed as he hammered into her. He surrounded her, held
her down, and rode her harder than she thought she might endure.

But her body blossomed beneath the onslaught, pleasure tightening even deeper inside
her. She was straining toward him, every fiber of her being part of the effort. Saer
let more of his weight settle on her. She whimpered as he pressed harder against her
button. Her lungs burned, and her heart felt like it might burst, but she didn’t care.
It was madness, and it tore her away from everything.

Her cry echoed off the ceiling. Saer snarled against her ear, burying himself deep
as his seed began to flow into her. He pumped it inside her, and pleasure wrung her
like a wet linen. Her passage contracted, milking him of every last drop.

She didn’t have any strength left when the pleasure receded. The bed cradled her body,
and she didn’t even have the energy to brush the tangled hair from her face. Sweat
coated her skin and Saer’s. His scent filled her senses, adding to the satisfaction
glowing inside her.

He rolled over, landing heavily on the bed beside her. She curled onto her side as
her heart began to slow, ready to relax back into sleep, the nightmare that had awakened
her completely forgotten.