Claimed by the Clan Chief

by Lily Harlem

  A tremble went through Isla and she quickly looked away, fearing the entire room would ken what they’d done together, and that the laird’s distinguished guest had fingered her cunny and slapped her buttocks.

  She had to concentrate as she took the tray back to the kitchen. There was a strange quiver in her belly and her knees were weak. She’d be glad when the day was over and she could lie down. She’d be even happier not to have to drag herself out of bed early—her one day off a month had come at the perfect time. Perhaps she’d pleasure herself again and think of McTavish.

  She yawned. It seemed falling in love was quite exhausting, as was creating midnight spells to ensure the feelings were reciprocated.

  Eventually the ale casks dripped out the last of their contents, and the plates of food emptied. The revellers drifted away though a few stayed on to dance to a fiddler who’d been summoned from the village.

  Isla crept up the stairs and into McTavish’s room and set the sage poultice on his bed. He’d find it when he retired and hopefully ken it was for his wound. He’d also ken it was from her, and it was proof that she cared.

  I more than care. I love him.

  As she walked past the suite the newlyweds were staying in, a strange noise caught her attention.

  She paused at the door.

  It was a swishing sound, then a slap, as if something was hitting flesh. It was repeated, over and over. Each slap was accompanied by a soft female moan.

  A twist of excitement caught in Isla’s belly. Whatever was going on was fascinating. She glanced about. There was no one nearby. The stragglers were in the banqueting room and the other staff in the kitchen.

  She leaned closer to the door, almost pressing her ear to it.

  “So pretty.” Kendal’s voice as the slapping sound continued.

  More tight, female gasps.

  “You’re doing so well,” Reid said.

  Reid is in there? In the marital bedroom? On this, their wedding night?

  Isla’s cheeks flushed and a sense of accomplishment that she’d been right in her assumption that there was something between the bride and the groom’s friend. It was also clear the groom knew about it if he was in the same room.

  “I… it’s so much,” Lady Moira said.

  What is too much?

  It was all Isla could do not to crack open the door and peer in.

  “It’s what you need,” Kendal said.

  The whooshing slaps increased in pitch as though whatever he was slapping was hitting harder.

  “Oh… oh…”

  The sound of Lady Moira’s desperation told Isla it was the bride’s body on the receiving end of the strikes.

  She’s being disciplined. The way I was earlier.

  “Stay still,” Reid said. “This is nearly over.”

  “Now, I need it over now.”

  “You won’t stray again?” Kendal asked.

  “Nay, never. I promise.”

  Isla pressed her fingers to her lips. Kendal had mentioned straying, which must mean that his new wife was being punished for her walk in the woods the day before.

  “What are you doing?”

  Isla turned.

  Before her stood McTavish. Shadows licked over his face and his dark hair hung around his brow and cheeks. He’d found the time to shave quickly before the wedding ceremony but now a deep shadow sat on his jawline.

  “I… I…”

  “You were being prying, right?”

  “Prying?”

  “Listening to the activities behind that there door.”

  “No, I was passing. I put a poultice in your bedroom, for your shoulder.”

  “I thank you for that.”

  He stepped closer, then his attention moved from her face to the closed door.

  Isla could still hear the slapping sounds along with the deep rumble of male voices and high-pitched gasps.

  “Ahh.” McTavish nodded. “It’s what I thought.”

  “What you thought?”

  He returned his attention to Isla and cupped her cheeks in both of his hands as he seemed fond of doing.

  Not that she was complaining. She adored his touch and his warm palms against her skin. She stared up into his eyes enjoying the fact they didn’t scare her anymore. They were eyes that belonged to a person she was learning to understand.

  “Aye, I had a feeling both those men were in love with Lady McDonald.”

  “You did?”

  “I’m sure you thought the same. You’re a lass with a canny way about you.”

  “I won’t deny I was suspicious.” They were so close her breasts were touching the plaid of his kilt, which rested over his tunic.

  “And what do you think they’re doing now?” he asked, his voice a soft whisper but holding so much meaning.

  She hesitated. “I think there’s some trouble about her straying too far from the castle yesterday.”

  “Aye, there is indeed. She risked herself considerably. No man who has had his heart stolen by a woman will tolerate that kind of recklessness.”

  “So what do you think is happening?”

  “Well, if she were my wife I’d be teaching her a lesson.” McTavish licked his lips, leaving behind a soft sheen.

  “And how would you do that?”

  “You already ken the answer to that question, Isla.” He smiled, a soft roguish tug of his lips that made him all the sexier. “But I’ll spell it out for you so you have no doubts in that pretty head of yours. A wife of mine would be over my knee. Her bare ass ready to be made so red she couldn’t sit down for a week.”

  Isla’s still smarting ass tingled at the thought of being tipped over McTavish’s knee and taking a spanking. It would feel so much more personal than the table… wouldn’t it?

  “Though I think,” McTavish glanced at the door again, “the two men in Lady McDonald’s life have chosen something other than their palms to show their displeasure.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “That is not the sound of flesh on flesh.” He lowered his head. “You ken that sound, you heard it earlier.”

  She continued to stare up at him but didn’t answer.

  “Have you thought of me today?” he asked, his lips almost touching hers.

  “Every minute.”

  “And I you. I cannot get you out of my thoughts.” He kissed her. A gentle press of his lips then a stroke of his tongue.

  She clutched his tunic, tightening the material in her fists.

  Again her body was buzzing for his. Between her legs heat was building and her breasts ached.

  He tilted his head, deepening the kiss.

  She moaned and pressed against him. She felt so small and safe as if the rest of the world couldn’t hurt her when she was with him.

  “You’re filling my heart,” he said, sliding his hands down her body to embrace her fully. “You’re filling my soul.”

  “It’s what I want,” she said, against his lips. “For us to be as one.”

  “I can arrange that.” He glanced to his left. “This way.”

  She found herself being steered toward his room. She had to trot to keep up with his long paces.

  Once there he tugged her inside and slammed the door. “We will not be disturbed this time.”

  Chapter Seven

  McTavish was kissing her again with so much passion Isla quickly became dizzy. There was something different now, as though he couldn’t be stopped, as if his usual tight self-control was slipping.

  Isla clung to his wide shoulders as she was backed against the wall. Was this desperation how it was supposed to feel? Or was it unique to them?

  Just us. We’re on fire together. Mother Nature has ensured that. She stoked the flames herself.

  “I need to sink inside you,” he said, dragging up her skirt.

  His words floated around her brain.

  “I need to get my cock in your cunny. I’m going to make it so good for you.”

  “McTavish,” she gasp
ed against his lips.

  “I’m not like other men you’ve been with,” he said. “I won’t find pleasure until you do. I want to make you feel so good, my love.”

  His sporran landed on the floor with a thud and his hard cock, through the material of his kilt, jutted against her.

  “But McTavish… I haven’t… there haven’t been any…”

  “What?” He flicked his kilt aside, releasing his erection. “There haven’t been any what?”

  “I haven’t… you would be my first.” She reached for his cheek and ensured he was looking at her as she spoke. “I’m a virgin.”

  “A virgin.” His mouth dropped open and he stilled. “Untouched?”

  “Aye, that’s what virgin means.” She smiled at his surprised expression. “Unless you count you touching me earlier. You’re the only man to have touched me there.”

  “God’s bones, if I’d ken that.” He flicked his kilt back into place covering his cock. Though he kept her dress hoisted high and her pussy exposed.

  “If you’d ken what?”

  “I wouldn’t have…” He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and shook his head.

  “But I wanted you to.” She went onto her toes and kissed him again. “I like you touching me.” She swallowed. “And I deserved the spanking.” She glanced away.

  He caught her chin and forced her to look up at him again. “But you’ve saved yourself, all this time. For a husband.”

  “Aye.” She tipped her head. “For a husband.”

  She could almost see the cogs of his mind working. His lips pressed together and he studied her face as if seeing her anew.

  “Maybe it’s time I stopped saving myself,” she whispered.

  “Nay, I will make this right, Isla. Just give me a wee bit of time.”

  She resisted the urge to pout. McTavish was meant to be hers, she’d seen to that in the woods. She’d had the blessing of Mother Nature and the full moon. There was no reason to wait any longer, especially now her body was crying out for his.

  He set his lips on her mouth, but only for a moment, because then he kissed over her cheek. He left a hot trail and she shivered with longing.

  When he kissed down her neck and cupped her right breast she moaned with a hunger for him she hadn’t known could consume her. “Please.”

  “I’ll make it good for you now,” he murmured. “All you have to do is let me.”

  “Aye, I’ll allow it.”

  He pulled back briefly with his free hand still over her breast. “Good lass.”

  And then he sank downward, to his knees. His face was directly in front of her pussy.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, slipping her fingers into his thick hair.

  “This.” He nudged her thighs apart then slid his fingers between her legs.

  She groaned and let her head fall back to the wall. It would only be him, forever. She’d never consent to another man touching her. Why would she want to when he felt so good?

  “Damn, you’re pretty down here,” he said.

  And then his mouth was on her cunny. His lips fastened over the bud that gave her such pleasure.

  She gasped, locked her knees, and stared down at him. It was a sight she’d never imagined she’d see—a man’s head between her legs.

  She blew out a breath, only just resisting the urge to step away.

  He must have sensed her twitching for he clamped one hand on her right hip to secure her against the wall. He also filled her with one long finger, the way he had earlier.

  Isla groaned, and this time sank further onto him. She’d take whatever the hell he wanted to give her.

  He began to circle her clit with his tongue, rubbing it the way she did with her fingertips when working on herself.

  Lights flashed in front of her and her pulse thudded in her ears. It was as if he knew what she liked already. That massaging her pussy this way would have her mindless with the need for release.

  Soon pressure was growing. He added another finger, stretching her to the point it almost hurt.

  She tugged his hair, arched her back, and curled her toes within her shoes.

  He continued to lap expertly at her.

  “Oh… oh, I’m going to…” Her mouth fell open. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t even blink. It felt so good, beyond good. It was as if all the stars in the sky were shining just for her.

  He picked up the pace, increased the force of his tongue and the stretch in her cunny.

  Isla cried out as she allowed pleasure to ransack her body. She bent double, forcing herself harder onto him. Had she ever experienced anything like this? Nay, never.

  Her pussy convulsed around his finger, dampness seeping from her as her insides throbbed. Her clit bobbed against his tongue, the bliss extending as he stayed with her.

  But eventually it became too much and she was thoroughly satisfied. She dragged at his hair and squirmed. “Please… no more.”

  He pulled back and looked up at her. His chin was shining with her moisture and his eyes sparkled.

  She was panting, her chest rising and falling fast. Her belly was tight and her bones felt as though they’d turned to dust.

  “Did I touch you how you needed to be touched?” He moved his fingers, which were still lodged inside her.

  “Aye… aye… you did.” She rested her head back and didn’t bother to contain a groan.

  “That is a sound straight from heaven.” He stood, slipping from her and cupping her face in his palms.

  The scent of her arousal filled the air, and his damp fingertips pressed on her cheeks. When he kissed her she tasted herself.

  “I didn’t ken that was something men did to women.”

  He smiled. “There’s lots I could teach you.”

  “I want you to.”

  “And I desire that too, but we must wait, lass. It’s the right thing to do.”

  “Wait for what?”

  “Until the right time.”

  He stepped away and turned his back. Placing his hands on his hips, he bowed his head and blew out a breath.

  “What do you mean?” she asked, staring at his tall, broad figure. “Isn’t this the right time?”

  “Nay, lass.” He shook his head.

  “So when will be?”

  “Soon.” He stepped stiffly toward the bed. “And you should leave now.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m a mere mortal and you are a beautiful woman I’m trying hard to resist.”

  She wanted to tell him not to resist her. To take her how he wanted to. She’d get down on her knees for him again, open her mouth, suck his cock onto her tongue if that would please him. But something in his tone stopped her. McTavish wanted her, she had no doubt about that, but because of her admission to being a virgin he was now battling with himself.

  “Please, go,” he said firmly. “I wish to hold my head up in the eyes of the Lord.” He lowered his voice. “And I can only just do that after what I’ve already done.”

  She straightened out her skirts. “Be sure to put the poultice on your shoulder. It will help. Shall I do it for you?”

  “Please. Leave.” He gripped the bottom post of the four-poster bed. “For the love of God, go.”

  Isla slipped from the room and shut the door with her pussy swollen and wet. She’d cast a love spell on McTavish and it had worked, she was sure of that. Though what she hadn’t counted on was his reaction to her being a virgin. It was clearly a big deal to him. And what did he mean there was lots he could teach her and it would be soon?

  There was only one thing for it, and that was to wait and see what fate held for them.

  Deciding it was late and she wouldn’t be missed from the kitchen, Isla took to her bed. Her body was tingling all over as she changed into her nightgown. It was as if McTavish’s touch, his scent, his flavour was still lingering on her. She wiped herself down below, surprised at the wetness there and how her pussy lips had puffed up softly. There was a spot
of blood on the cloth and she quickly rinsed it out in a basin of cold water.

  She hadn’t expected to bleed and hoped that wouldn’t happen when she joined properly with her lover.

  * * *

  McTavish blew out a long breath as the door closed with a quiet click. His cock was so hard it hurt. It had taken every ounce of his self-control not to plunge deep into the sweet lass who’d stolen his heart and bring them both so much pleasure they were mindless.

  But he had.

  He’d had no choice. Not if he wanted to be able to live with himself.

  Isla deserved more than a lust-crazed Highlander for her first time. She’d saved herself and that had to be respected. She was entitled to a gentle copulation with tenderness and love. There would be time enough in their future for wild passion and free abandon.

  At least that’s what he hoped.

  “Damn, you’ve got me right here.” He banged his chest and stepped away from the bed. He walked rigidly to the basin and splashed cold water onto his face. It did nothing to dampen his crazed state.

  He dried and began to undress, his cock sticking rudely up as if demanding attention. McTavish didn’t want to take himself in hand again. He’d wait until he could have the real thing… Isla.

  Lying on his back on the bed, he stared up at the ceiling. The sounds of the festivities were a dull background noise and he let them float through his mind as he started to plan.

  In his sporran he had his grandmother’s ring. It was a gold band set with a small ruby and had been passed down through several generations. Never before had he considered giving it to a lass to wear despite having carried it around for years.

  But now he’d met Isla everything had changed. Almost in a heartbeat he’d gone from a single soul to one who needed another to even breathe—or at least that’s what it felt like.

  He thought of her smile, the swell of her breasts, the curves of her waist and hips.

  His cock twitched.

  “Be still,” he muttered then licked his lips.

  Her flavour lingered there. Musky and feminine, tinged with a little rose water. How he longed to have his face buried between her legs again. He could stay there all damn night feeling her squirm with pleasure and listening to her gasps of delight.