Wed To The Warrior

by Madison Faye

  And she’s all for me.

  My eyes lock onto the dripping-wet slit of her pussy, her lips pink and swollen with desire. And knowing that she’s so wet and ready for me has me ready to tear my kilt off, drag her onto my lap, and plunge my cock deep inside her hot little cunt.

  All in good time.

  Instead, I give her ass another little smack, but when she moans, my jaw clenches as I fight to hang on to my sanity. Her skin tingling under my palm, and those moans? Gods help me, those moans. I groan as I pull her thighs apart again, my pulse roaring at the sight of her pretty little cunt nestled between her legs, spreading open and glistening for me.

  “My lord!” she moans, panting as she twists against me. Except, I can tell that it’s not twisting to get free. It’s twisting and writhing in agony that I’m not touching that sweet little cunt, and teasing it, and making it come for me.

  “You can’t…”

  My hand swats that gorgeous little ass again, and she flat out whimpers this time.

  “Tell me to stop and we’re done,” I purr, leaning over her to make sure my words rasp right into her ear. Cat whimpers and moans, but she doesn’t say a thing either. I grin, watching her lip catch between her teeth, her breath panting as she oh-so-subtly pushes her ass back against my hand.

  “I’m going to give you one more chance to say it. Else-wise, I won’t stop. Not until you’re mine.”

  She whimpers again, but she’s silent as my hand skims over her smooth, supple skin. Silent, that is, until my hand begins to push down the crease of her ass, delving between her legs. And when I do that, sweet little Cat moans in eager desperation.

  …There’s my answer.

  “Dirty little princess,” I growl, stroking her skin. My cock lurches, spilling precum against my thigh and the underside of my kilt as I spank her ass once more. She moans so deeply, and this time, after I stroke my palm across her reddened skin, I let it push right down between her creamy thighs.

  “Oh God…”

  Catriona whimpers as my hand delves deep towards her most private place—a place untouched by any other man. And when my fingers brush gently across her swollen pussy lips, she groans in pleasure, just as the savage growl catches in my throat.

  Gods is she wet. So damn wet and slippery, and so damn eager for me. So ready for me to taste. I grunt, muscles ripple and cock pulsing and smearing precum across my thigh as my fingers push through her silken, sticky wet lips. Her little cunt opens for me like a rose—pink, glistening, and so fucking ready for me to feel stretching wide around my big cock. I tease my fingertips up and down her slit, pushing her wetness all over her and making a damn mess of her cunt as she writhes and moans and whimpers for me.

  My cock jumps again, and this time, when she whimpers right after and seems to subtly press herself harder to my lap, I know damn well she can feel how hard I am. Good. Let her feel what she does to me. Let her feel how swollen she makes my cock.

  “Gods, you’ve got a pretty little cunt, little princess,” I growl lowly, making her moan as I stroke a thick fingertip up and down her slit.

  “Lord Bruce…”

  “So tight,” I growl, easing my finger against her untouched opening and grunting at the tight resistance I feel there. Claiming her is going to be a battle, but I’ll have her so ready and begging for me before I take her that I know even my thick cock will push right into this honeyed little cunt.

  “So tight, so pretty, and so fucking wet,” I groan, teasing her with my fingers as she writhes across my lap with that cute little ass up in the air.

  “Is your little pussy always so wet, my little princess?”

  A choked moan tumbles from her lips as her face goes bright red.

  “N-no,” she gasps, mewling as I slide my fingertip over her little nub. I roll her clit in slow, lazy circles, feeling it harden under the pad of my finger and feeling her get even wetter, until her honey is dropping all over my hand.

  “No?” I grin hungrily as I gently pinch her clit between my fingers.

  “So just for me then, is it?”

  Cat’s face goes red, but when I roll my fingers over her clit, she gasps as she trembles under me. Two of my thick fingers begin to rub back and forth across her clit, bringing little mewling cries to her pouty lips that make my cock ache for more. The beast in me roars to break free, to push her face down on the bed, spread her thighs, and drive every inch of my cock deep in her little cunt. I want to watch her straddle me and sink down every inch of me, riding me until she comes all over my balls.

  …I want to look into her eyes as I claim her.

  But, not yet. For the sake of honor, and for the respect I have both for her and her father, fucking her outside of our marriage bed is off the table. But that doesn’t mean I can’t give her a taste of what’s to come. That doesn’t mean I can’t show her just how mine she is.

  My fingers roll over her clit, her cunt dripping her arousal all over my hand as my cock throbs and pulses against her stomach. I spread her open for my hungry gaze, and when my eyes dip to the tight, clenching, forbidden little ring of her ass, I grunt, my balls jumping as precum flows freely from my swollen head.

  All of her will be mine, including that. My pulse thunders at the idea of pulling my slick cock from her tight little cunt and then centering it on her ass—pushing in slowly until she opens for me. And as I rub her clit with my fingers like that across my lap, I let my thumb trace higher, up over her pussy, higher still, until I let it push against her forbidden hole.

  Catriona jumps, but it’s the whimpered moan tumbling from her lips and the way her little cunt drips even more honey across my fingers at my forbidden touch that give her away.

  …My dirty little princess likes it when I tease her naughty little ass.

  My thumb traces slow circles over her little ring as my fingers rub her clit faster and faster. She’s still flat across my knees, and I know she can feel how big and hard my cock is for her by the way she writhes against me, grinding her tummy against my bulge as I make her pussy so wet that it’s coating her thighs.

  “Lord… Lord Bruce…”

  Her eyes squeeze shut, her breath panting, and all of that sass leaves her face as it caves in pleasure. Her teeth rake across her lips, her body undulating against me, and as I move my fingers faster and faster across her hard-little clit, I can tell she’s going to come apart for me.

  “I—oh God…”

  “Let go, little princess,” rasp into her ear, leaning over her and letting my teeth rake across her lobe. She cries out, her hands clenching my kilt in white-knuckle fists as I tease her cunt and her ass again and again, until her whole body starts to tremble.

  “Let go and come for me. Come for my fingers, so I can lick them clean. Come for me and be mine.”

  I rub her clit faster, my thumb stroking her ass again and again as I feel her start to tremble and shake, her breath coming ragged and haltingly.

  “Come for me, little Cat,” I hiss right into her ear, my breath teasing her neck as my lips tease across her earlobe. “Come for my fingers like a naughty little princess.”

  She breaks like lightening across the skin.

  Her entire body arches, the cry of pleasure erupting from her lips in sweet, sweet agony as she comes for me. I growl, and my fingers just keep on moving and teasing her as I feel her little cunt tighten and clench, and feel her honey flowing all over my fingers until it’s dripping from my skin.

  When she finally takes a breath, she moans so sweetly—panting and trembling against me as I slowly ease her slit with my fingers. I drag them lazily up and down her lips and her thighs, brushing back and letting a finger tease over her ass before she trembles and moans, turning her head and pulling me down as our lips go crashing together.

  Slowly, still kissing me, she slides off my lap onto the bed. Her small hand moves to my thigh, and when she pushes higher, up over my tartan, she gasps sharply as she feels my thick, throbbing bulge tenting my kilt.

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nbsp; “My lord—”

  “That is all from you,” I groan, my hand still between her thighs.

  “I—me?” she whispers.

  “Of course, you.

  She bites her lip, looking up at me with that one hand still resting to the side of my bulge.

  “From spanking me?” She blushes crimson the second she says it, but when I lean down, cup her chin, and sear my lips to hers, she moans as she melts eagerly against me. I kiss her slow and deeply, letting her feel my need for her.

  “From all of you,” I growl. “Ever since I laid eyes on you, little Cat.”

  She blushes again, our eyes locked as her little tongue darts out to wet her lips.

  “My lord, there must be a hundred girls who—”

  “And none of them are you.”

  I kiss her fiercely, and when she moans into my mouth, I know we’re just getting started.

  Chapter 5

  Catriona

  I ran before because I was scared. Not of Callum, but of what the feelings and desires he brings out in me mean. I was scared of the power I felt roaring through me the times he’d been close to me before. And when he’d kissed me, back at Una and Hamish’s wedding?

  …It’d been like getting struck by lightning in a storm. And the idea of being electrified again put me into fight or flight mode. Obviously, I’d picked “flight.” I’d run from the unknown. But I’d also run from the known that scared the hell out of me. That “flight” instinct had wavered when he’d come crashing through the door downstairs. It’d started to crumble when he kissed me. And now? After putting his hands on me, and touching me where no man ever has, and making me feel things I’ve only dared to brush the surface of, alone late at night in my bed?

  Well after that, the notion to flee, or run has come crashing down to crumble at my feet. And when he kisses me so fiercely, and so possessively, and so hard that I can feel it in my toes, I know beyond any doubt.

  …I know there’s no running. Not from him, and not from the feelings he brings blazing out of me.

  Lying here with my dress around my hips and my underskirt yanked down to my knees so wantonly, there’s a fire roaring inside of me, and I know there’s no putting it out. And so, I kiss him back with everything I have, still trembling from the pleasure he’s dragged out of me with his wicked fingers.

  He growls into my lips, kissing me possessively and fiercely as I lose myself in him. His fingers stroke my bare, slippery lips from behind, making me gasp in pleasure. He rolls my clit again, and when I moan, my hand slides over his lap.

  …And I feel it.

  I’d felt him before, when I was across his knees. I’d felt that thickness pressing into my tummy, sending shivers through my body. But suddenly, lying there, I’m fully aware of just how big that thickness is. My eyes go wide, and my jaw drops as I take in the huge bulge obscenely tenting the front of his kilt. My hand pauses, trembling as it barely touches it, and my breath catches as I watch it twitch beneath his tartan.

  And quite suddenly, I want him. And I want all of him.

  I may be wilder than my other friends—less prudish than Rhona, or Una, that’s for sure. But just the same, I’ve never done… well, any of it. There’s never been a man. Never a boy, either.

  But here, with Callum, and with his lips on mine, his hands on me, and that growl lingering on his lips, there’s nothing I want more. Right here, I know he could ask me for anything, it’d be his for the taking.

  My hand trembles as I move it back to the thick bulge in his tartan, and when my fingers brush over it, he groans, tightening under me.

  “Princess,” he growls, and he’s about to say something else when I lean up, pull his head down, and kiss him fiercely. And damn if I don’t get lost in his lips—drowning in that kiss as he groans hungrily and as the whimper catches in my throat.

  Slowly, I pull away, my eyes locked on his, my lips swollen from our kiss.

  “Let me…” I blush fiercely, stammering before he cups my cheek, leans down, and kisses me softly.

  “Let me—” I swallow, heat blazing through my face as I get lost in his eyes.

  My hand strokes over his thick bulge, and the rough, muscled highlander grunts in pleasure.

  “Catriona…” he purrs. There’s an edge of warning in his voice, but I ignore it as my hands boldly move over his kilt. I tug at the edge of it, peeling it back and open as he groans deeply. My pulse races, and I know how wrong this is—how wicked and sinful what we’re doing is. But maybe that’s the reason my entire being craves more. Maybe the sin in this is the reason the fire in my veins is roaring for more.

  I take a breath, my hand tightens on his kilt, and I boldly yank it open.

  …And I gasp.

  Callum’s big cock springs free, right in front of my eyes, and my stomach tightens as my pulse skips a beat. He felt big against my tummy. He looked big tenting his kilt. But bare, unclothed, and throbbing right in front of my very eyes, inches from my face, it’s like a bolt of lightning right to my core.

  His thick, tremblingly hard, huge cock pulses in front of me, sending heat clenching through my core. My thighs squeeze shut almost with a mind of their own, but as his hand is still there against me, squeezing them shut only sends pleasure teasing through me as I end up squeezing his hand harder against my pussy.

  My pulse thunders as I slowly reach out, and when my fingertips brush his thickness, I whimper quietly.

  God, it’s so big.

  And so hard, and also so soft to the touch. It’s like warm silk wrapped around steel, and the power I can feel just barely brushing my fingertips across him sends heat through my core.

  My fingers get bolder, and slowly, I wrap them around his big cock. They don’t even touch, but the feeling of him so huge in my hand has me moaning.

  My mind wanders, to the time one my best friends Iona and I were sneaking sips of whiskey we’d stolen from my father’s library out in the horse stables. There’d been a small commotion, and footsteps, and we’d hidden ourselves just before two figures came giggling and tumbling into the barn—Alan Macworth, one of my father’s bannermen, and the Lady Wilson, wife to another of my father’s men.

  At first, there’d just been kissing—and kissing unlike anything Iona and I had ever seen before. And the was scandalous and giggle-inducing enough, considering Rosy Wilson was married. But when they’d moved to a bale of hay, and when Rosy had dropped to her knees and reached for Alan’s tartan, our stifled giggles had turned to red-faced shock.

  Because right there in the barn, Lady Wilson had put her mouth on Alan’s… well, his cock. She’d bobbed her head up and down, slurping loudly on his unimpressive looking cock until he’d grunted, grabbed her hair, and gasped as he’d pumped into her mouth.

  Iona and I had been shocked when it was over, and they’d snuck away again. We’d joked later about how disgusting it was, and it was if it was Lady Wilson and Alan Macworth doing it. But the idea of putting my lips around a man’s cock and having that kind of power over him—him groaning and panting for more, all because of me and my lips and tongue, was sinfully hot to think about.

  And now, for the first time ever, the opportunity is right in front of me.

  …Literally.

  My fingers curl around Callum’s very thick, very much many-times-the-size-of-Alan’s cock. And right then, I know what I want to do more than anything.

  I lean forward, my fingers gently stroking his throbbing length. And before he can say a word, I’ve pursed my lips together, leaned in, and kissed the fat, swollen head of his cock

  Callum groans, pleasure hissing through his lips and power roaring through my veins. Boldly, I lean forward again, kissing him again before I push my tongue out and drag it over his crown. He’s so hard, and there’s this sweet and salty taste to him that has me panting as heat pools between my legs. He feels it too, because slowly, his fingers begin to move over my cunt again. He teases me, making me moan wantonly as I press my wet lips to his cock. And this time, I just keep pushing them over him, until slowly, I’ve sucked the thick head of him into my mouth.

  “Gods, little princess,” he groans, his body tightening as his cock throbs against my tongue. I whimper, slurping at him, swirling my tongue around his head as his fingers begin to tease my little clit.

  Suddenly, his hands grab me, and I gasp as he yanks me up onto him, spinning me around as he drops back on the bed. My face flushes crimson as my legs fall astride his face, his hands skimming up my bare legs and boldly grabbing my ass. He yanks me down, and before I can stop him—before I can even process what’s happening—his mouth is on me.

  There.

  I cry out, more pleasure than I’ve ever even imagined exploding through me as Callum Bruce runs his wicked tongue over my dripping wet pussy. He growls into me, his fingers digging into my skin and his tongue dragging wetly up and down through my lips. He centers on my little nub, sucking it between his lips and merciless swirling his tongue around it.

  I scream in pleasure, shivering on top of him and wantonly pushing my hips back against him. My fingers curl around his cock, and when I lean down, he’s right there, right in front of my face.

  I open my lips, I slide them wetly over his throbbing cock, and I swallow him into my hot little mouth. I moan around it, feeling him twitch and pulse against my tongue. And I try to move my mouth the way I saw Lady Wilson doing it that day in the barn, but I can barely concentrate on anything but the feeling of his mouth on my cunt, tonguing me until I’m shaking with pure pleasure.

  “Oh God, Callum!” I whimper, shuddering above him, just holding his shaft and kissing his swollen crown when I can. His tongue is merciless, dragging up and down over me, pushing me higher and higher until I’m trembling on top of him.

  He rolls us, flipping me onto my back as I gasp in shock and in pleasure. There’s wildness in his eyes as he pushes me back across the bed, yanks my underskirt down and off my legs, and drops down between my legs. Rough, powerful hands grip the backs of my thighs, pushing my knees up and spreading my legs so lewdly for his hungry gaze.

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