Wed To The Warrior

by Madison Faye

  I blush, and I shyly try and close my legs. But Callum just groans, shaking his head as his powerful hands tighten on me, keeping me wide open for him. I feel both ashamed and widely untamed at the same time—sinful and wild all at once.

  “Lord Bruce—”

  “This sweet little cunt is mine, little princess,” he growls, his lips brushing my thigh as his eyes lock onto mine. He holds my gaze as he keeps kissing his way higher, making me whimper in pleasure and making my skin tingle with heat.

  “Mine to claim, and mine to taste,” he groans hungrily into the skin of my inner thigh, sending a shiver through my body. “Because soon enough, you will be my queen, little princess.”

  I whimper, biting my lip as fire flashes in my eyes—one last flicker of rebellion roaring to the surface.

  “Says who?” I manage to mutter out.

  Callum slowly grins a hungry, wicked smile as he leans in between my legs.

  “I’d say ‘says me,’” he purrs, a smug, fierce look in his eyes.

  “But don’t think for a second I can’t see how wet this little pussy is for me. And don’t think for a moment that you’re fooling me into thinking you’re not dying to feel me claim every part of you.”

  I swallow, heat flushing through my cheeks.

  “Why you arrogant—oh GOD!”

  My words fail, and my body is his the second that tongue of his drags wetly over my aching pussy. He groans into me, pushing his tongue deep before teasing it up and down my lips until I’m whimpering shamelessly for more. My hands slide into his hair, and it’s so unabashed and so sinfully wanton, but I simply do not care anymore. Not with him.

  I cry out as his tongue teases up and down, settling at my little button and swirling around it as my body arches from the bed. His powerful hands grip my hips and my ass, his tongue unyielding and merciless. He just keeps teasing me higher and higher, until slowly, everything starts to blur at the edges. I can feel my heart racing in my breast, my entire body completely and utterly his as he pushes me higher than I’ve ever been before.

  “Callum, I—”

  “I know you are, little princess,” he grunts into me, his fingers digging into my skin. His eyes slide up my body to lock onto my own, and I can see the fierce, unflinching desire there as his tongue swirls over my clit.

  “I know you’re going to come for me, little sweetness,” he rumbles into me. “You’re going to come on my tongue like a good girl. And later, once we’re married, you’re going to come for the very first time with a man’s cock deep in your sweet little cunt. You’re going to come for me, and me alone, and I’m not going to stop until you’re begging me to.”

  I melt for him, and when his mouth drops back to my pussy, his tongue swirling around and around, I start to fall entirely.

  “Marry me,” he purrs into my pussy, keeping me hanging on this edge, my whole body ready to explode.

  “Callum—!”

  “Marry me,” he growls again, fiercer this time, his tongue flicking out to tease my aching clit just enough to pull a haggard cry of pleasure from my lips.

  “I—oh God… You, you already asked!”

  “I asked your father, and now, I’m asking you, my little sweetness. I’m asking you to marry me, and be my one and only. My queen.”

  His sinful tongue flicks across my poor clit again, keeping me hovering at the very edge of something wild and fierce.

  “Callum…” I gasp, mewling little moans of pleasure as my entire body shakes for him.

  “Say yes, beautiful,” he growls. “Say yes, and I’ll make this pretty little cunt mine. Say yes and I’ll—”

  “Yes!”

  The word has barely tumbled from my lips before he’s grunting and driving his tongue deep into my cunt. I scream in pleasure, my fingers curling in his hair and my hips eagerly and shameless bucking against his face. And when that tongue swirls over my clit over and over and over, I lose total control.

  I scream as the climax comes thundering through my body. Everything blurs and goes red around me, and I’m barely aware of screaming his name over and over, bucking my hips against his mouth as he devours me.

  Callum pulls away, and I positively melt into the bed, panting, shaking, trembling and whimpering. The world spins around me, and I’m barely aware of him sliding up over me, cupping my jaw, and leaning down. His lips crush to mine, and I can taste myself on his mouth.

  …I taste sweet.

  And all it does is kindle the fire inside of me, making me gasp into his lips, hungry for more.

  “I meant it, you know,” he growls into my mouth.

  “Meant what?”

  Callum pulls back, his eyes burning into mine.

  “About making you my queen. About making you my everything.”

  I bite my lip, eyeing him, feeling my heart swell and my pulse race.

  “You do mean it, don’t you?”

  “I mean it more than I’ve ever meant anything in my life,” he groans, pulling me close and crushing his lips to mine once again.

  “Marry me, Cat. Marry me and me mine.”

  My mouth sears to his, and I can barely whimper out my “yes” as I kiss him with everything I have.

  And then suddenly, we both hear it, and we spring apart. Callum growls, whirling towards the window, and beyond it, the sound we both know.

  …It’s the sound of horse hooves—a bunch of them, and people shouting and talking.

  Callum growls, getting up from the bed, his kilt still pulled wide open and his thick, rock-hard cock jutting out from between his muscled thighs.

  God is he big…

  He strides for the window, glancing out of it from the side before he mutters a swear.

  “What is it?” I bite my lip, my brow worrying.

  Callum’s jaw tightens as he turns, and he growls as he strides back to the bed to look at me, stretched out and half naked across it, my eyes full of need for him.

  For more.

  “It’s your father.”

  My eyes fly open.

  Oh God…

  Chapter 6

  Catriona

  I gasp, springing off the bed as my heart jumps into my throat.

  “How—!” I whirl, my pulse racing as I grab my underskirt off the floor and yank it on, my cheeks blushing red. I shove my dress back down, my hands shaking as I smooth it down.

  “Catriona!”

  My father’s voice booms from outside, and I pale.

  Here I am, half naked with a gorgeous, sinfully tempting man with his cock out, all alone together in a remote tower. And my father is outside, looking for me. I rush to the window, hiding as I take a quick peek out, and my face falls.

  It’s not even just my father. It’s him, my perpetually sour stepmother, Darcy, easily thirty of his guards, and a whole damn wagon train—sleeping carriages, a cook wagon, and more.

  My pulse races as I whirl from the window, swallowing thickly.

  “How did they find me?”

  Callum chuckles deeply, and I blink, my eyes darting to him. I blush, catching him just as he’s tucking his thick cock into his kilt, though it’s still so hard that the tartan looks obscene as I bulges with the size of him.

  “Your father is the one who told me to find you here, Cat,” he says evenly, as he moves towards me. “He’s quite keen on us marrying, actually. Though…”

  Callum growls as he leans in, his lips brushing my ear and making me gasp.

  “Though not so keen on what we just did, I’d assume.”

  Heat flushes through my face, and when Callum’s lips brush the soft skin of my neck, I whimper softly.

  “Catriona! Where are you!?” Darcy’s shrill, hawkish voice slices through the stillness of the room, and I flush as I push away from Callum and run for the door.

  “We should—”

  I gasp as his strong hand catches my wrist tugging me back and spinning me into him. I gasp at the hungry, fierce look in his eyes, and when he slams me back against the

door to the stairs, I don’t even stop to think about what a bad idea this is as he kisses me wildly. I moan into him, clutching at him tightly. His big hands slide down to my waist, pinning me to the door and making me whimper at the power in those arms of his. His thick cock tents the front of his kilt, and as he moves into me, I moan as I feel him grind that thickness against me.

  “Lift your dress, beautiful.”

  A whimper falls from my lips, my eyes darting wildly to his.

  “But—”

  “But what?” he purrs, a teasing smile curling the corners of his lips.

  “They’re…” I blush. “They’re all right downstairs!”

  He leans close, his lips brushing mine and the intoxicating, masculine scent of him invading my senses.

  “Then I guess you’d better do what I say quickly, shouldn’t you.”

  I moan, heat throbbing between my legs.

  “Lift you dress, Cat. I want to see that pretty little pussy once more before you have to hide it away from me.”

  I blush fiercely, but slowly, as my eyes lock on his, I bite my lip and nod. My skin tingles with wicked desire as I drop my hands to my dress, and slowly start to tug it up, until it’s bunched around my waist. Callum growls, and one of his hands slides down from my waist, teasing down my belly to hook a finger into my underskirt. He tugs at it, peeling it lower, and lower, and lower, until with a whimpered moan, I know he can see all of me.

  He pulls it lower, his fingers teasing over the honeyed blonde hair on my mound, lower until his knuckles brush over my swollen and wet pussy. He shoves the underskirt lower still until it’s out of the way, and when his fingers slip between my thighs and stroke through my lips, I moan as I clutch at his arm.

  “Callum, we can’t—”

  “Better come quick then, little princess,” he purrs lowly into my ear. His fingers stroke me, curling as they run up and down my slit before rolling over my clit and making me cry out.

  His other hand drops to is kilt, and when he yanks it open and tugs his thick, swollen cock free, I moan deeply. His big hand curls around it, and when he moves closer and starts to stroke it, he lets his bulging head press against my skin. He growls, pushing his cock lower, letting the head tease down the crease of my hip until he’s stroking his cock right against my cunt as he teases my clit. He rubs me faster, making me cry out as quietly as I can, all while he strokes his huge cock against me, driving me wild.

  I can’t hold back anymore, and I lean up, crushing my mouth to his and kissing him deeply as I cry out into his mouth. My hand moves over his, curling my small fingers around his cock as well and stroking him alongside his own hand. Callum growls into my lips, and as the both of us start to moan deeper, and louder, and as our bodies begin to grind together, I know we’re both on our way to something wonderful.

  “Catriona!!”

  I barely here Darcy’s shrill voice, but the urgency it brings with it sets me ablaze, pushing me headlong towards that cliff’s edge. Callum groans into my mouth, and when I feel his thick cock swell up even bigger and harder in my hand and against my pussy lips, I start to lose control.

  “Callum—!”

  “Better come quickly for me, beautiful,” he groans into my lips. “Better make this tight little cunt come for me before someone catches you with your dress around your waist and your underskirt around your knees.”

  I moan, trembling, panting, and quickly tumbling towards that edge.

  “Make me come, little princess. Make me come all over your little pussy. Let me mark you as mine. I want you to feel me on you when we go down there. I want you to feel my claim sticky on your skin—a dirty little reminder of how mine you are.”

  I cry out, and when his wicked finger rolls over my clit, and when his teeth rake over the skin of my neck, I lose the rest of my control. I come for him, hard, my screams of pleasure drowning in his lips as he kisses me right through the climax. His hand and mine pump his thick cock faster, and I feel him swell up as he grunts into my lips.

  And suddenly, I can feel it.

  Hot, thick splashes of his sticky seed spurt across my pussy, my thighs, and my tummy, coating me in his cum. He roars into my lips, rolling my clit over and over as his cum runs in hot rivulets over my lips and down my thighs, making a mess of me.

  Someone somewhere calls my name again, and with a final, deep, long kiss, we finally break apart, panting. I blush, looking around for a cloth or something. But when Callum gently takes my underskirt in his hand and tugs it up tight against my soaked, messy pussy, I gasp quietly.

  “I want my cum on you, sweetness,” he growls quietly. “Marking you.”

  I flush, feeling so dirty and so alive at the feel of his seed slick against my skin. I smooth my dress down as Callum finishes tucking his semi-hard cock back into his kilt. Our eyes lock, and he grins hungrily as he pulls me into him.

  “Soon, little love,” he purrs into my lips. “Soon, I’m going to marry you.”

  My heart swells, and even though I know how crazy it is, and how I hardly even know this man, I also know how right being with him feels.

  “You really mean it, don’t you,” I say softly, repeating the same words from earlier. I can’t hide the shock in my voice.

  Fire blazes in his eyes as he pulls me into him, and when his lips crush to mine, my arms slide around him tightly.

  “I mean every word of it, love,” he purrs gently. “I know I’m not the first to ask for your hand. And I know you scared away those lesser men.”

  His jaw clenches as he leans in, his lips brushing mine before moving to my ear.

  “Trust that I won’t be scared away, sweetness.”

  I blush, clinging to him tighter as I rake my teeth over my lip, eyeing him.

  “Good,” I whisper. “Because I don’t know if you’ve heard, but we’re engaged to be married.”

  Callum chuckles, pulling me close and kissing me slowly until Darcy’s voice is impossible to ignore any longer.

  ****

  “Ahh! There you are!” My father beams as he strides forward, his arms wide. Lachlan, my father, is not a small man, nor is he anything short of formidable in stature. At forty-five, the man is stronger, healthier, and in better shape than most men half his age. Sharp blue eyes, a dark beard silvering at the edges, and a full head of thick dark hair on his head. But to me, he’s always been a big teddy bear. And as his only child, I’ve always been his everything.

  Which is to say that I blush furiously, trying to shove aside the thoughts of what I just did with Callum as I smile and fall into my father’s arms.

  “My apologies for making you wait, Lord McDougall, Lady McDougall,” Callum says formerly, bowing stiffly to both my father and Darcy.

  “The lady Catriona had a bit of a sprain to her ankle from her ride here. It took some time to help her down those stairs without injury.”

  I’m indescribably thankful that my face is buried against my dad as the heat flushes through my cheeks. But I swallow it back, taking a shaky breath before I pull away, turning towards Callum and shooting him a look.

  “Uh, yes, my…” I clear my throat. “Lord Bruce was quite helpful in assisting me, dad.”

  My father beams, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Wonderful. Wonderful!” He chuckles, eyeing me before turning to Callum.

  “It appears my daughter hasn’t scared you off quiet yet then?”

  I chuckle. “Nay, sir. And I don’t expect she will be.”

  Darcy snorts loudly, rolling her eyes.

  Darcy. Ugh. Where do I even start with her. No one really knows what in the hell my father is doing with her. Comfort, I suppose, but I know they don’t even share the same sleeping quarters, not that I need to know anything about that. My mother died when I was quite young, and my father was by himself for some years before Darcy came into the picture.

  I don’t remember much of my mother, but I do remember her warmth, and kindness, and poise.

  …Darcy is devoid of all of those things. Cruel, cold, wicked, and mean. I’m not exaggerating when I say no one truly understands why my father married her. However, the one good thing that did come from her is—

  “Cat!”

  I grin, whirling to see Iona beaming as she jumps out of one of the wagons and shakes her head at me as she approaches.

  Iona, one of my best friends in the world, is Darcy’s daughter, from her first marriage to the late Lord Campbell. Iona and I are thick as thieves—basically sisters, I suppose. She’s been gone for the last two years—off in France living with Darcy’s cousin, but she just arrived back last week.

  “A little warning next time?” she hisses in my ear as we hug before she giggles and pulls back. “You know, before you go running off again?”

  I bite my lip, blushing.

  “I don’t think there’ll be a next time,” I whisper back heatedly.

  Iona’s brow furrows for a second before her eyes dart past me to sweep over Callum. And I’d be lying if I didn’t say there isn’t an odd flash of pure jealousy as I see her drinking him in.

  I clear my throat sharply, and when her eyes snap back to me, I cringe. Her brows arch, and I can feel the heat on my cheeks.

  …Oh, she knows.

  “You run from him again, and I’ll have no choice but to have you labeled as mentally unfit.”

  I grin at my friend.

  “How’s your ankle, by the way,” she says flatly, a grin teasing her lips. My entire face gets even redder, instantly, and her small grin turns into a wide smile.

  “Oh, you had better believe we’re taking the same carriage back to your fathers—”

  “Tonight,” my father’s voice booms out over the small gathering of my family, Callum, the guardsmen, and a few of the help.

  “Tonight, we stay here, at Aerie Doon, and we feast.”

  I swear, I’m smiling before Darcy goes into furious hysterics. But watching her melt down certainly keeps it on my face longer. I turn and catch the disgusted look on Iona’s face, and my smile quickly drops.

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