And what a man.

  He grunts, shoving the shall from his shoulder and letting it and the rest of his garb drop to pool at his feet. There’s no stopping the whimper this time, my breath catching as my eyes drag over his muscled, gorgeous, masculine body—the tattoos, the battle scars… and the big, thick cock pulsing in his firm grip.

  Fully naked, his own eyes sweep over me, an animalistic growl rumbling through him as he grits his teeth, fire blazing in those dark eyes.

  “My queen,” he groans.

  I gasp as his hands suddenly grab me, and before I know it, I’m falling right into him. My hands land on his bulging arms, my soft breasts press to his hardened chest, and when I feel that thick staff of his press hotly against my belly and pulse against my skin, I moan.

  And when his mouth crushes to mine, stealing my breath away along with the kiss, I’m lost. Torchlight flickers, steam swirls, and I. Am. Lost.

  Chapter 4

  Hamish

  Fire consumes me as my lips taste her for the very first time. There’s a dull roar in my ears, like the sounds of horses thundering into battle, and like battle, I can feel my body reacting to the touch of her lips.

  Hardening, tightening—the blood humming through me as my muscles clench. I kiss her fiercely, with every single thing I have, pouring my everything into claiming her mouth until I can feel her moan into me. My hands slide over her bare, flawless skin, fingers digging into her tightly like the world may try and pluck her from my grasp.

  She’s tentative at first—so innocent, and so un-taught. But when my tongue demands entrance, she whimpers as she willingly opens her lips for me to taste. My tongue strokes hers, my lips bruising to hers, and my thick, throbbing hard cock pulsing hot against the warm, silk-soft skin of her body.

  Everything about her makes me want to lose control. Everything about her demands I do—to defy tradition and the laws of marriage, press her against the hot stone wall right here, spread her legs, and push my cock inside that sweet wet heaven between her thighs until her essence is dripping down my balls.

  But I resist. Somehow, I hold back.

  I will be taking her—gods know I’ll be taking her until she knows nothing else but the feel of my hard cock fucking her until she begs for more. But I won’t yet—not until we’re wed.

  …But that doesn’t mean I won’t have a taste of what’s mine, first. And a taste is exactly what I want right now.

  I groan into her lips, one hand sliding firmly over her curved hip to cup the soft swell of her ass. My other hand teases up her body—tracing over her ribs as she shivers and moans so sweetly into my mouth. Her tongue—tentative at first, finds mine, daringly and brazenly teasing back at mine. I growl fiercely, and when my cock throbs against her soft belly, she whimpers.

  My mouth drops to her neck as my hand slides higher, cupping one of her small, pert breasts and letting my thumb and forefinger roll the soft pink nipple until it’s hard against my touch. My lips trail over her neck, nipping and licking at her sweet skin as she gasps loudly. Her tight little body undulates against mine, and I groan as the beast in me roars for more.

  I knew there was fire in her. I knew that fierceness and that legendary sass of hers meant there’s a wildcat waiting to be set free.

  “Do you feel me, little queen,” I hiss quietly into her ear, my teeth raking over her earlobe as she gaps sharply and rolls her hips against me.

  “Do you feel how hard you make my cock?”

  She whimpers, moaning as her head drops back, her eyes closed as my breath teases over her neck. I move my lips lower, kissing my way down her skin until I find her collarbone. She trembles as I bite and lick and suck at the tender skin there, before dropping even lower.

  “My lord…” she whimpers, shaking her head as she clings to me. “We—”

  “Oh, little queen,” I groan into the soft skin of her breast, just shy of her pink, hard little nipple. “But we can. No, I won’t have you like that—not until after we wed. But before then?”

  My mouth slips down the slope of her breast, and when I wrap my lips around the pink nub there, her whole body ripples as she cries out in pleasure.

  …Oh, teaching her is going to be heaven.

  “Before, then,” I growl, pulling away and letting my tongue swirl around her nipple. “I’m going to taste what’s mine.”

  “Taste?” She squeaks out, her brows raising even if her eyes are still closed in pleasure. “What do you mean, tas—”

  “I mean this.”

  I drop to my knees, my hands grip her hips, and before she can say another thing or ask another question, I’ve pulled her into me and planted a soft, lingering kiss right at the crease of her thigh.

  …Una moans.

  I grunt, pulling back and feeling the blood roaring through me. My eyes focus on the sweet heaven before me, and my cock actually somehow grows even bigger, and thicker.

  She’s everything I knew she’d be.

  Soft, fiery red hair sits atop her delicate little mound. And there beneath it, the sight I’ve been dying to see since the moment I laid eyes on her and knew she’d be mine. Her delicate pink lips glisten wetly in the torchlight, and I can feel my cock ache for release. Her little cunt nestled between her smooth thighs makes something roar inside of me. It makes everything else around me blank out until all I’m seeing is her perfect, tight, untouched little pussy.

  And it’s all mine.

  My fingers tighten on her and I draw closer, breathing in the scene of her and growling as I do. Una whimpers, her legs trembling, and when I lean closer and let my kiss brush across the crease of her thigh again, she moans softly.

  “My Lord…” she gasps.

  I groan, cock pulsing between my kneeling legs—slick, sticky white cum leaking from the swollen crown to trickle down my shaft. My hand slides up the inside of her delicate thigh, and when I brush my fingers over her slick, wet lips, she gasps sharply.

  “Oh God!”

  The sweetness in her cry of pleasure—and the knowledge that no other man has ever heard that sound, has me groaning as I lean in to taste her skin again. I growl into her, kissing my way from the crease in her thigh over across the top of her pussy. I nuzzle the downy reddish hair there, and Una whimpers so sweetly as she trembles against me.

  I move lower, my breath teasing over her glistening pink lips and my hunger reaching a boiling point, when suddenly, I feel her hand slide to my shoulder, nails gripping me.

  “My lord…” she whispers, nails digging into my skin. I move my hand teasingly over her skin, and when I let just one fingertip brush over her silky wet heaven, she gasps loudly, panting.

  “Oh God, my lord!” she moans, trembling as she shakes her head, her eyes squeezed shut.

  “This… we…” she shakes her head again. “We can’t!”

  I smile hungrily, my finger teasing ever so slowly over her pouty lips, my jaw grinding as I watch a little dewy drop of her wetness trickle down my finger.

  “Then tell me to stop, little queen,” I growl.

  Her brow caves, her head shaking as she pants, her body trembling. I stroke my finger up and down her slit again, and she moans, frowning deeply like she’s trying to fight the new pleasure I know is radiating through her body. She opens her eyes, attempting to swallow back a moan as she tries to scowl at me.

  A smirk creeps over my face, one brow arching as I meet her gaze.

  “Yes, my little queen?”

  She groans. “I—you need to st—”

  Uno moans deeply as I drag two fingers through her slick, eager, wet lips, dragging them higher until they both roll over the little nub of her clit.

  “Oh God…”

  I grin, breathing against her sex as I stroke it with my fingers.

  “I’m not sure I can hear you.”

  She groans again, shaking her head as she bites her lip and tries to force away the pleasure rippling through her.

  “You… you’re a bastard,” she hisses.

  I grin as I slowly stand, until I’m towering over her, my cock pulsing between us. I lean in close, one hand sliding around her waist and pulling her tight to me as my lips find her ear, her moans teasing through mine.

  “Bastard?” I make tsking sound. “No, little queen. It’s pronounced husband.”

  My fingers roll over her clit, pinching it lightly. She cries out, her hips rolling against me, hungry for more in spite of her headstrong attempts at trying to convince herself otherwise. My other hand drops to my cock, wrapping a fist around my thick, bulging shaft, and when I start to stroke, Una gaps quietly. I groan, pressing my swollen head against her skin and letting her feel just how hard she’s made me. I stroke, letting the thick white precum trickle down her soft skin.

  My fingers begin to move faster, with more purpose—rolling and rubbing her clit as those cries of pleasure she keeps trying to cover fill the room, until there’s no denying them. And as much as that defiant glare is trying to convince me otherwise, the way her hips roll greedily against my hand, and the way her little cunt floods my fingers with her sweet, sticky cream tell a different story.

  “I want you to come for me, little queen,” I growl into her ear, rubbing her faster as I stroke my cock against her.

  Una blushes fiercely. “Come?”

  The blush spreads quickly over her cheeks and her breasts as they rise with her heavy breathing.

  “Oh, don’t play games, angel,” I purr into her ear, my fingers never ceasing.

  “I know you’ve done this yourself before.”

  She gasps, pursing her lips and shaking her head indignantly.

  “No, I… oh God. No, I most certainly have—”

  “Little liar,” I groan, my voice thick as I pull my hand from between her legs. Una whimpers before she can stop herself, and I grin at the needy look on her face.

  “Show me.”

  The blush blooms over her face

  “W—what?”

  My lips brush the hollow of her neck, tasting the steam and sweat on her skin.

  “Show me how you’ve done it yourself.”

  The heat is fierce on her face as she quickly shakes her head. “I most certainly have never—”

  “Show me, and I’ll show you,” I growl. “I’ll show you how hard you make my cock, little Una. And how you make me want to stroke it, like this.”

  I grunt as I wrap my fingers tight around the base of my cock, leaning away from her as my eyes sweep up and down her bare skin. My hand begins to move, stroking up and down slowly, squeezing just enough to make my cock throb as it swells harder than stone. A vein throbs down the length of me, and my swollen head flares thick and bulbous as sticky white cum drips liberally from the tip.

  My hand slides up and down, my abs clenching and my heavy balls tightening as I grunt in pleasure. Una moans softly, watching me with wide, unblinking eyes, a look of pure, unflinching lust on her pretty little face.

  “My lord….” She whispers breathlessly, unblinking.

  “Show me.”

  My voice rumbles through the steamy air between us, and I watch as she shivers. Her eyes drag up to mine, and I can see her wrestling with it, her face hot and pink as I let my gaze pierce into hers.

  “Play with your tight little cunt for me, my queen,” I grunt.

  Una moans so softly, but then, slowly, her hand begins to slide to her stomach. Her fingers tease over her skin hesitantly, unsure as they linger before finally, they start to move. I groan, watching her small hand slide down her tummy, down over the soft fiery hair of her mound, and down until her fingers slide wetly through her lips.

  Gods help me.

  I hiss in pleasure as her head lolls to the side, a whimper on her lips as her fingers slide over her pussy. My gaze is fierce as I watch her play with herself, her skin blushing pink and her breath coming faster, and harder. I grunt, stroking my thickness in time with her fingers rolling her clit, and when I move in and let my mouth tease over her neck, Una cries out in pleasure.

  We both move faster, her moans filling my ears as I feel the cum boiling in my balls. I slide a hand across her hip, joining hers between her legs, and when the both of us begin to tease her little pussy together, she begins to tremble.

  “Show me how you come, little queen,” I growl into her ear. “Show me how you’ll sound when it’s my cock deep inside of you making you come.”

  A cry tears from her lips, and before I know it, she’s clenching tight to me, her mouth dropping to my shoulder as she moans wildly into my skin. I can feel her pussy flooding my fingers and hers with her nectar, and I grunt, barely keeping hold of myself before I slow my hand on my shaft.

  I drop to my knees, and before she can even blink, I’m shoving her hand away, gripping her firmly by the hips, and planting my mouth over that sweet, beautiful, tempting little pussy.

  …I almost come just from tasting her.

  She tastes like something from heaven—like an angel. Her sweetness floods my tongue as I drag it thickly over her lips, delving between them to tease at her entrance. Una goes wild, her cries filling the room so loudly I wonder if they can hear her in the palace above us. Her hips buck against my mouth, and when I roll my tongue over her little bud, she suddenly jerks and spasms against me as she comes for me hard, all over again.

  This time, I slow, letting her breathe as she trembles against me. I tease my tongue over her in slow licks, tasting her arousal and hungrily drinking down her honey before I slowly stand.

  “My lord…” she whimpers, panting as she sags against me. She’s shaking, and when I wrap my arm around her, she presses herself to me tightly.

  “I’ve never—”

  “Good,” I growl quietly. “Because you’re all mine now, Una.”

  I grin. Gods, I can still see the defiance on her face—the bristling at my words—even though I’ve just rendered her almost speechless making her come, twice. Her brow creases, and I can see her starting to open her mouth when I shake my head and press a finger to her soft lips.

  “Ahh but you will be mine, my little Una,” I growl quietly.

  “I belong to no one and no man.”

  I grin. That rebellion in her might just be my undoing.

  I drop down to my knees before she can stop me, pushing my face between her thighs and groaning as I drag my tongue over her cunt a few more times—just enough to get her flushed and panting before I pull away and stand. I lick my lips slowly, my eyes locked onto hers.

  “I want the taste of you on my lips when you pledge yourself to me, my queen,” I growl quietly as I pull close to her.

  “And then? Then I’ll make you all mine.”

  I pull her in, and when our lips crush together again, I’m fully aware that it’s not just her that’s “mine.”

  …It’s me that’s hers. Wholly, completely, utterly hers.

  I kiss her fiercely, letting her taste herself as my tongue dances with hers, before I pull away. I’ve gotten my taste, and I know the longer I stay, the less chance I have of ever leaving the bath chambers without plunging my cock deep inside of her virgin, untouched pussy. And I won’t have that… not until we’re wed.

  “Until later, my queen,” I growl softly into her lips, kissing her once more before pulling away. Her face is pink and flushed, eyes wide but hungry as they match my gaze unblinking. The beast roars inside of me, seeing the fire I’ve lit in her—the fire I’ll be tasting again very soon.

  I bring her hand to my lips, kissing it softly before I turn, gather up my kilt and shawl, and stride from the room.

  Chapter 5

  Una

  Oh God, oh God, oh GOD.

  What have I done? What did I just allow to happen?

  I’m in the lavish guest suite of Dungow Castle later, after I somehow found the strength to finish bathing, dry, and clothe myself, and somehow stumbled back here without having to speak to anyone. And now, alone, with the door firmly shut and locked, and with my back against it, I’m finally able to breathe.

  My face burns like fire, but there’s a different heat roaring inside of me—sizzling through my core and sending wicked tendrils of heat teasing through places it ought not to. The words “sinner” and “harlot” and “whore” rush through my mind before I shake them away, hugging myself as I slump against the big, wooden door.

  What we did was wrong. Yes, it felt so right—incredible, actually. His powerful hands and wicked tongue on me felt unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, even…

  I blush fiercely.

  Even when I’ve touched myself down there. Even those breathless, secret moments in the dark, alone in my chambers, weren’t even close to the feelings Hamish sent blazing through my body earlier. And yet, I know it’s wrong. Yes, he’s to be my husband, and soon. But we aren’t yet. And what happened—what I allowed to happen—was sinful and wicked.

  And so good it hurts.

  I scowl at the teasing voice inside, shoving it away. But the fire’s been lit inside, and the man holding the match is the man I’ll be wed to within a few hours’ time. The man who just made me see pure heat back in those bath chambers. My mind slinks back there, and as the heat rises in my face, everything we did begins to replay in my mind.

  My breath catches, my teeth raking over my bottom lip as I remember the way he touched me… how he kissed me, my God. I remember him yanking the cloth away from me, his fierce gaze sweeping over my nakedness as my blood turned to liquid fire in my veins. No man has ever seen me like that, and mere moments ago, lord Ballentyne saw it all.

  He did a lot more than look…

  My breath catches as I remember his hands on me, and his mouth. The moan purrs low in my throat, my thighs squeezing together on their own as I remember the way he…

  I quickly shake my head as the fierce heat in my face threatens to burn me up.

  His mouth. He put his mouth on me. I shiver, a heat pooling between my legs as I replay the wicked memory of him licking me there—knowing how wrong and sinful it was, but willfully giving in to the pleasure. I understand how sex works… mostly, I suppose. I know what a cock is, and what it’s for, and where it goes—after all, I’ve heard enough from Elise and the captain of the guardsman back home late at night. My mother has had, well, brief words with me on the subject. And then of course there’s the gossiping amongst me, Ailith, Cat, and Rhona.

 

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