HighlandSteam

by Eliza Knight

  He gulped.

  She gulped in return. “My clothes…” she said but did not cover herself.

  “No need for clothes here. See, I too am naked.”

  She smiled, her plump pink lips curling seductively. She twirled her blonde locks, seeming to him a nervous gesture. He could not place the color of her eyes in the darkness but they were wide as a goblet was round.

  “Come closer,” he said softly.

  She glanced around at his men, her face glowing red with embarrassment.

  “Turn your backs,” he ordered. Without a word of protest, his men turned to face the glen.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  He couldn’t place her accent. Not English, nor Irish. Odd. She spoke English though. ’Haps she was Welsh. He’d never met anyone from Wales and other than her, he never wanted to.

  He patted the space beside him and she slowly glided toward him on long, lithe legs.

  She sat tentatively. “It’s warm.”

  Her scent intoxicated him. She smelled of womanly essence and flowers. “Mmm-hmm,” he muttered as he ran a finger over the length of her silky arm.

  He had not expected the magic of the stone circle to work and when he’d spied the oval-shaped face, high cheekbones and kissable lips of this woman through the archway he’d been speechless for a moment. If any woman had come at all, he hadn’t expected her to be so enchanting as—

  “What is your name?” he asked as he placed a kiss upon the inside of her elbow. The woman shivered, her eyes closing for a moment.

  He could smell the desire on her. His cock throbbed with the need to bury deep inside her cunny and he wanted nothing more than to spread her thighs wide and lick away every last drop from between the folds of her sex.

  “Briana,” she breathed out in a sensual whoosh as he nibbled at the flesh on her arm.

  “A name fit for a goddess.”

  She tilted her head to the side as he pressed his lips to the throb of her heartbeat on her neck. Her teeth scraped over her lower lip in a move Drostan found utterly exciting. His limbs thrumbed alive, his cock hard as stone. He was eager to bury himself inside her, watch her bite her lip as he plunged hard and deep.

  “What is your name?” she asked.

  “I am Drostan.”

  “Mmm…fitting,” she murmured.

  “Why is that?” he asked, his lips skimming her chin.

  “Sounds like a warrior name.”

  He chuckled. “I am that. Are ye Welsh, lass?”

  “No.”

  “English?”

  “I suppose my ancestors were. I think some Irish too.”

  He was surprised to hear it. He’d thought not. “Hmm… At least ye’re part Celt.”

  “Oh,” she sighed as his lips came down softly on hers.

  Her mouth was warm, pliable and tasted of berries. He swept his tongue inside, swirling with hers. Briana was no virgin to kissing and Drostan liked it. He’d feared a virgin coming to him and had assumed bedding his bride would be embarrassing and awkward.

  Briana was proving to him it was going to be anything but that. She kissed him passionately and with vigor. Her tongue searched out his, her lips pressed and slid against his own. He growled low in his throat as her fingers skimmed over the flesh of his abdomen, her nails scraping lightly.

  Drostan circled the sides of her waist with his hands, slightly surprised to feel the muscles beneath her silky flesh. Most of the woman he’d bedded had either been bony or fleshy, none possessed the suppleness of Briana’s body. He needed to feel more. He traced over her abdomen, her hips and finally to her ass.

  Mo creach, it was glorious. Two soft, firm globes formed her rear and he squeezed and massaged the muscles. His cock jumped and he wanted to feel the globes of her ass cheeks surrounding him as he pumped inside her. But that would have to wait. She might kiss like an experienced lover, she might caress him as such but that didn’t mean she—

  His thoughts cut off abruptly as her long fingers surrounded his shaft and squeezed lightly upward. Her other hand found his sac, massaging his ballocks with gentle pressure. He took it back, she was experienced, no doubt.

  She pushed him back and rose above him, her legs on either side of his thighs, her hands massaging a path from his shoulders to his chest.

  “You’re a good kisser, Scotsman,” she said with a wicked twinkle in her eyes.

  “As are ye, lass.”

  “Must be the berries,” she murmured as she bent low and pressed her lips to the skin of his abdomen.

  “Berries…aye, ye did taste of berries.”

  “Mmm-hmm…” Her mouth traveled lower, coming to a stop just below his bellybutton. “Shall we see what you taste like?”

  He grunted in response and lifted his hips slightly in invitation. God’s teeth, she was a temptress.

  Her silky hands stroked his cock up and down, massaged his ballocks, and her hot breath cascaded down the length of his shaft in delicious torment. Drostan threaded his fingers through her tresses, marveling at how soft they were. He applied gentle pressure to the back of her head, wanting, praying she would take his length in her mouth.

  The wench had the nerve to chuckle at him and tease him all the more by flicking out her tongue and brushing its velvety wet tip over the center of his cock head.

  “Och, lass, ye torment me.”

  “Tsk, tsk. Ye aren’t a patient mon, are ye?” she chided in an imitation brogue. “Dinna ye worry now, I’ll suck your cock good and well.”

  Before he could laugh at her mocking, she sucked the length of him deep into her throat—so far, he could feel the edge tighten around the head of his cock. A low, guttural moan escaped him and he bucked as white-hot heat whipped as relentlessly through his limbs as she was at sucking his turgid flesh.

  Up and down she went, sucking hard then gently, her tongue swirling around the head, around the shaft. Her hands worked magic on his sac, on his cock. God, he didn’t know where her mouth began or ended, only that it felt so damn good.

  His muscles relaxed and then tightened again and again. As she worked him with her tongue, he explored the soft flesh of her breasts until he could no longer explore anything. Intense pleasure took hold, incapacitating him. He was at her mercy.

  Carnal groans escaped him. He wasn’t going to last. He was going to come—but would that ruin everything? Would she disappear? He was supposed to consummate the sacred marriage bed, which meant he could only come inside her cunny—not her mouth.

  “Mo creach,” he grunted and pulled her from his cock. Instantly he felt the need to mount her, thrust deep inside her, finish what had been started. His erection was like granite and he was swiftly losing control.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, a dazed look on her face, her swollen red lips shaped like a bow. Her hair was tousled from him gripping it, making her look all the more luscious.

  “I cannae come inside your mouth, lass.”

  She smirked in a wicked way and licked her lips. “But you want to.”

  “Oh, aye. And after today, I will.” He let her imagination roam as he licked at his own lips and trailed his fingers over her nipples, her abdomen and then one long stroke between the folds of her damp sex. She shivered, a soft moan escaping her. “But first, I need to fuck ye.”

  Her eyelids fluttered, heavy with need. “Yes.”

  She gripped his hand in hers, keeping it on her cunny. She was dripping wet. He thrust his fingers inside, delighting with male satisfaction when she cried out with pleasure and her muscles clenched.

  Briana pressed him down again and straddled over his pulsing cock.

  * * * * *

  She’d never been so hot for a man before. Her limbs shook with the need for satisfaction. Her lips were swollen and tingled from sucking his thick, long cock. Damn, those berries were fucking awesome.

  Drostan pulled his digits from her body and instantly she felt the emptiness, but his rod, which lay pressed heavily on her abdomen, woul
d fill that void and more. She smoothed her hands up and down his length, preparing to impale herself on him, when a wicked glint entered his eyes and he shook his head.

  “First I get to taste ye.”

  “Oh,” she gasped as he gripped her by the hips and hauled her pussy toward his face.

  She sucked in a breath, panting in anticipation. His tongue snaked out to lick at his lips and her pussy clenched, tingling, waiting, wanting. She straddled his face and looked down, his naughty gaze caught on hers.

  “Ye’re going to like this, lass.” He winked.

  Oh. My. God. A man had never talked to her like this, never promised her such pleasure. How she wished he was real. But she wasn’t going to let a little thing like reality impede on her fantasy. She ran her hands through his thick, wavy hair—hair that felt pretty damn real—and she smiled.

  “Savor me.” She’d never talked to a man during sex, let alone made demands, but something about Drostan, something about this whole ethereal experience made her bold.

  With his eyes still locked on hers, Drostan spread her pussy lips wide and with deliberate slowness licked at her clit. He swirled around the bundle of nerves, licked at her lips then came back to her clit. Shudders racked her body. Then he delicately sucked her clit.

  “Mmm…” Her moans came urgently. Her hips rocked and she yanked at his hair, gripped his head, wanting, needing him to continue.

  His tongue was relentless as it whipped from her clit to her pussy, thrusting inside before swirling back out to tease her lips. He nibbled, he sucked, he stroked. The pleasure was so intense, so exotic, she thought she’d die, simply burst and fly away.

  “Ride my face, lass, yes, ride my tongue. Mmm… Ye taste so good.”

  Briana did as he instructed, undulating back and forth all the more. And just when she thought she could take no more, that she would collapse from pure bliss, the world stilled for a brief moment and then shattered. Her thighs shook, her pussy clenched and fluttered, her clit spiked and fired, sending current after current of deliciousness through her limbs.

  Before she could regain thought or control of her limbs, Drostan took hold of her waist, lifted her in the air and settled her over his cock, pressing firmly between her thighs.

  “Now ye can take me inside ye.” His jaw muscle ticked. His eyes were heavily lidded and dark with desire.

  Briana ran her hands seductively over the light, crisp sprinkling of hair on his wide, muscled chest, relishing the way her fingertips tingled. She stroked down his abdomen and took hold of his thick cock. She was surprised that after such an explosive orgasm, she still desperately wanted more.

  Knees braced, she lifted up, slipping the head of his cock toward the opening of her pussy. The way the soft yet firm head slid over her clit had her gasping, her legs clenching tighter. A fresh flood of need wetted her insides. She slid his cock head back over her clit, needing to feel that luscious sensation once more.

  “Och, lass, I need ye now,” Drostan said through gritted teeth. “I can feel your honey dribbling over my cock.”

  Briana still couldn’t get over the dirty, sensual way he spoke to her. No one had ever spoken to her that way and she found she liked it. His guttural words only heightened her senses all the more.

  She wasted no time capitulating to his demands, also not able to stand a moment longer without him buried deep inside her.

  This time when she placed his tip at her opening, she thrust downward, feeling herself stretch with delightful pain and pleasure beyond the limits as his massive organ filled her.

  “Oh,” she moaned, shuddering from the wondrous sensations.

  Drostan grunted with male pleasure. “Ye are so tight. Sopping wet.”

  He leaned up, threading his fingers through her hair and pulled her down toward him for a searing, carnal kiss. His tongue lashed inside her mouth as he claimed her. And while his kiss took possession of her mouth, his thrusting cock took possession of her body.

  The sensations of his thick shaft stroking in and out of her had Briana whimpering with pure, erotic pleasure. She’d never felt anything like it, never wanted it to stop.

  With his lips and tongue still staking their claim against hers, his fingers traveled over the flesh of her back, leaving tingling chills in their wake. Briana felt as though her entire body had come alive. With each shift in the wind, with each subtle caress and every deep thrust of his cock and tongue, she drifted higher and higher.

  Drostan traced over her ribs until each hand cupped a breast, weighing them. She hadn’t realized until then how very much she wanted him to touch her breasts. His calloused hands teased her sensitive flesh as his palms scraped the undersides and his thumbs brushed over her nipples.

  She moaned, thinking it was not possible to feel even better, his actions only showing her how untrue that thought was. She traced his chest just the same as he’d traced hers, feeling the ridges and dips in his muscles, his tiny, hard nipples, the depression of his navel. She reached behind her to stroke her knuckles, palm up, over his thighs.

  Drostan rocked up and down below her in a move rivaling some of the best tantric lovemakers. He pulled away from her mouth to skim her chin with his wet lips then slid his tongue along her neck, sending shivers racing over her flesh. He kissed his way to her breasts, holding them pressed together so he could easily lick one and the other, back and forth.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  “Nay. Oh Drostan,” he growled, sucking one of her nipples. He drew hard on her flesh, the pleasure intense.

  “Yes, Drostan, yes,” she crooned.

  Briana swiveled, riding him faster, harder. With each press of their loins, her clit rubbed over his pelvic area, sending shuddering sparks from her pussy and outward.

  “Och, Briana, ye…are…incredible,” he panted through gritted teeth.

  She could no longer speak, when she opened her mouth to respond only a feral moan escaped. She quickened her pace and Drostan gripped her ass, pistoning his hips into a faster drive.

  “I’m gonna come,” she yelped, her limbs shaking uncontrollably as the beginnings of an orgasm brewed inside her. Her pussy clenched his cock tight, then she gasped loudly, sucking in her breath and holding it as her insides spasmed out of control.

  “Aye, lass, come for me,” Drostan demanded. He fucked her harder, nearly launching them both off the stone as he thrust upward.

  Briana clenched her legs tight around him as her body broke apart, as wave after wave washed over her. She felt high. She felt more than alive if that was possible. She felt magic coursing through her body.

  Just as her orgasm started to subside, Drostan clenched his jaw tight, issuing a low growl from his throat before shouting out. His body clenched and tightened between her thighs. He pumped faster and his cum poured out inside her. Thank God it was only a hallucination or she might have had to worry about pregnancy—or worse, disease.

  With their bodies sated, she collapsed on top of him.

  Steam rose from the rock and even appeared to waft off their flesh.

  “That was hot,” she muttered against the warm, salty skin of his shoulder.

  “Aye, hot and damn good.”

  Chapter Three

  Drostan did not know what to expect next. He stroked over Briana’s naked back as she lay atop him and stared up at the stars. The sky was black and the stars seemed to shine brighter.

  When she’d appeared, a thick mist had surrounded them and eerie glows had issued from the pillars. But now it appeared all was normal.

  He glanced at the pillars. The shadows of his men stood rigid beside them. He felt a little guilty about what they had had to witness here tonight—and more than a little pride too, he had to admit. But mostly he hoped Briana would not be shamed by what had happened. They’d made love. Magic had brought them together and now hopefully she would help him to save his clan, if she hadn’t helped already.

  He’d have to give magic a bit more credit, having sincerely doubted
Artair’s words before now.

  They lay for a while, her even breathing telling him she’d fallen asleep, but he didn’t have the heart to move her from his body. Within an hour the inky black of the night melted away to show orange-and-gold glows of the rising sun.

  Now was the time his brother and Ceana had been attacked by Campbells. He wasn’t about to wait around and see if Fate would repeat itself.

  He patted Briana’s shoulders gently. “Come, we must return to Inverlochy.”

  Briana sat up atop him, her lips swollen, cheeks red, hair mussed. God’s teeth, she was more beautiful now than she had been before. She stretched her arms up—her perky breasts bouncing seductively—before settling them around her waist in a protective gesture.

  She glanced around, her eyes growing wide and fear showing on her face. “Inverlochy?”

  “Aye. ’Tis not safe for us to remain here.” Gently, he lifted her from him, setting her down beside him. He turned and rummaged on the ground. He picked up his leine shirt and tossed it her way to cover her nakedness.

  He picked up his plaid and quickly plaited it, wrapping his leather corded belt into place. He sat on the rock to lace up his boots and noticed she hadn’t moved.

  “Briana, lass, ye must dress.”

  She looked down absently at the shirt he’d given her. “Where are my clothes?”

  “I dinna ken. They disappeared.”

  He saw her throat bob visibly as she swallowed. Again her gaze flickered around the circle of stones. It was obvious her fear was paralyzing her. He’d thought that with her wild ways during the night, she had accepted Fate but he’d guessed wrong. Drostan lifted the shirt and pulled it down over her head, tucking her arms in the overlong sleeves and settling it around her hips.

  “Come. I’ll explain at the keep.”

  “Where am I? Who are you? I’m not going anywhere with you!” Her voice had risen. She was close to hysterics.

  A few of the men grunted and Artair indicated he was going to fetch the horses.

  Drostan stepped toward Briana, who’d jumped off the marriage rock and was pacing a now-worn path in the grass.