by Tara Nina
The second the sun disappeared, electrified static skittered across her skin. The floor vibrated and his statue cracked. He was coming free of his shell. Donnell shook the dust and pebbles from his hair and body. He looked gloriously sexy naked. His cock stood hard and straight out from a nest of red curls. Those brilliant green eyes of his darkened with lust the moment they focused on her.
Vulnerability slithered through her veins. What if she was wrong? Cait swallowed hard and steeled her resolve. She was going through with her plans and if it didn’t work… Cait ignored the sudden pain in her gut. She’d deal with the outcome no matter what happened.
Donnell closed the distance, placed his palms flat on the bed on either side of her, then gently kissed her. His warm breath caressed her lips as he spoke. “Ye are a vision of pure beauty to mi eyes.”
Her nipples hardened and it was all she could do not to pull him down on the bed and fuck him raw. But she had a plan and she desperately wanted to stick to it. Woo the man whispered through her head, win his heart. Her hand trembled as she placed it against the center of his chest and gave a playful push.
“You, my lover, need a bath.” She stood, causing him to step back just enough for her to gain her balance. Cait gathered his hand in hers and led him toward the connecting bathroom.
He frowned. “Me being a bit dirty never bothered ye before.”
She shot him a coy smile across her shoulder. “Tonight is different. I want to please you in every way I know how.”
Donnell grinned. “Ye have never failed to please me ever.” When he tried to tug her close, she resisted and swatted his arm for the effort.
“Behave,” she commanded.
“But I don’t want to,” he whined in a jesting manner. The distraught, boyish look upon his face made her insides melt but she forced herself to stay on course.
A dozen vanilla-scented candles lit the room. A prepared bath waited in the oversized tub. Steam rose from the water. At the tub’s side, she faced him and smiled. “Your bath awaits, milord.”
Cait guided him in as carefully as possible without getting wet in the process.
“Seems mi brèagha neamhnaid has a bit of romance in mind,” Donnell stated, looking about the room as he settled in the tub. The passionate heat in his gaze nearly sizzled her soul to a crisp and made her wet, weakening her determination. “Will ye be joining me?” He held his hand to her.
She dug deep and forced her voice to work and her body to stay put. “No. I wish to please you. Now sit still and let me wash you.”
His pout made her giggle and was hard to resist but she somehow managed. Cait lifted the rag and gently caressed his shoulder, then traveled across his chest, squeezing the cloth, letting the water trickle down the center between his nipples. The pert round nubs beaded into hard points. It was obvious he liked being washed. Cait filled the cloth with lavender-scented soap and followed the same path, removing dirt and grime from his flesh.
Carefully she washed his face. With his eyes closed, he couldn’t see she was making sure she didn’t miss cleaning every freckle. She moved to his back, making him lean forward. The broad expanse of muscles stretched and flexed, making her smile. He was doing that deliberately to turn her on and she knew it. He twitched when she washed under his arms and the bottoms of his feet. She loved the fact he was ticklish.
Donnell was nothing more than an overgrown boy with a devilishly playful streak. But that was one of the features she loved about him. If she wasn’t careful, he’d probably pull her into the tub and ruin her plans. Cait took precautions not to let that happen. She kept his hands in sight as she continued to bathe him. She soaked his hair with several cups full of water until it was thoroughly wet. This was the task that took the longest. His hair was thick but she enjoyed washing it. Gently she massaged his scalp and he sank into a more relaxed position with his head resting in her hands. A soft moan escaped his lips and she couldn’t help but grin.
Once she was certain she’d removed every ounce of dirt and debris, she whispered in his ear, “Dunk under the water and rinse the soap from your hair, please.”
He slowly sank as she commanded. Suds floated in the water, haloing his head. Long strands of red hair tangled in her fingers as she helped remove the soap. The sight of his cock standing erect in the water dried her mouth. Damn, she hadn’t washed that yet.
She worked her fingers free of his hair and soaped the cloth as he surfaced. Before he had a chance to catch a full breath she was washing his cock and balls. Donnell gulped loudly and she laughed. She literally had him in the palm of her hand where she wanted him. He leaned back, lifting his hips, giving her better access to his shaft.
“Ye keep that up and mi pleasure will be in your hands without a doubt, milady,” he said in a raspy, strained tone. She knew he was on the verge of coming.
Cait shifted into a better position on her knees, leaned over the tub and pulled the plug, letting the water drain. Holding his clean cock in her hands she shot him a sideways sexy look as she said, “Today is all about pleasure. Starting right now.”
The moment the water was low enough, she took the plump head in her mouth and heard his audible hiss of enjoyment. She knew he liked it when she sucked his cock. At this angle it was difficult to take him in too deeply but she did her best—licking and sucking, sliding up and down his shaft, teasing the rim of the head with the tip of her tongue. Knowing what did him in, she grasped his balls in one hand while gripping the base of his shaft in the other. She flicked the slit with her tongue while tenderly scratching the sensitive skin underneath his sac.
The groan rumbled up his throat and growled across lips as he lost control. His cock shivered and his balls tightened. Cait sucked the head into her mouth as warm liquid coated her tongue. Mmm. She loved his salty flavor. She drank from him until he had no more to offer. Cait wiped her mouth with the cloth and laid it neatly on the side of the tub.
She stood, retrieved the extra-large bath towel and held it wide as she smiled at him. “Milord, your evening has only begun. Please stand so I may dry you.”
Donnell stood. His legs were weak but his spirit was set on high. Waking to find Cait dressed for sex gave him an immediate hard-on. Smiling at her while she gently caressed his flesh with the towel, he didn’t know what game she played but he had no complaints. His fingers itched to twist in the tie at her breasts and unleash the pair of her attributes he loved to fondle. The sight of her nipples brushing the see-through material heated his blood and kept his need to fuck her at the forefront of his mind.
Though his cock was temporarily at rest, he knew a few moments in her talented hands and he’d be ready to slide between her thighs and pleasure her all night if she so wished. When she cupped his balls with the towel, he plowed his hand in her hair and leaned in for a kiss, not giving her a chance to pull away. He took a quick taste of her lips.
“I hunger to be sheathed within your haven, mi brèagha neamhnaid. Visions of ye naked kept me sane whilst the curse bound mi body.” He hovered close to her face, holding her gaze with his. “Care to bind me to the bed with your voluptuous body and let me pleasure ye ’til ye scream mi name?”
Her eyes shone with desire and he thought he’d convinced her to take him to bed. Then she added a twist to the erotic game she’d set in motion with the bath and her skilled mouth.
“The binding, as you put it, shall come later.” She dropped the towel, spun on her heels and marched toward the exit. In the doorway, she shot him a look that stirred his cock as she spoke in a husky tone while wiggling her finger, motioning for him to follow. “I’ve got plans for you, big boy.” Then she disappeared out the door.
Donnell hurried after her. He held his hands palm open, trying to feel her luscious bare bottom as he closed the distance but she managed to stay one step out of reach. She led him through the bedroom into the sitting room.
Each of the brothers had his own bedchamber, but the night they were cursed, he and Dour had lain down
drunk on mats in a room on the first floor, unable to make it upstairs. The thought hit his brain for an instant. If they had gone their separate ways, would there have been a chance one of them would have been spared? He shook his head. It was a thought not to be dissected. The event happened, for if it had not, he would not be chasing such a wonderfully barely dressed lass.
The sweet jiggle of her bottom teased him as she scurried to the table that had been set up near the couch. She suddenly turned to face him, stopping him in his tracks. He grinned in anticipation of the next treat she had planned for his pleasure.
“Sit,” she commanded, motioning to the couch.
He did as she requested and plopped down unceremoniously. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Every move she made had his full attention. Donnell relaxed into the corner of the couch closest to the table. Cait lifted the silver lids from the food trays. His mouth watered from the smell wafting in the room. His favorites filled the plates. A thick steak, tiny roasted potatoes and baby carrots lay carefully aligned.
She took a knife and sliced the meat, then turned to feed him. “Open, milord,” she said, then licked her lips. “I plan to feed you every bite until your hunger is sated.”
He opened his mouth and acted as if he would oblige, then grabbed her wrist when she got near enough to feed him. Her eyebrow arched in question. “It no be food for which I hunger. It be ye, mi brèagha neamhnaid.”
Before she could stop him, he ran the fingers of his free hand along her channel, skimming any of her essence he could retrieve. He brought those fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. Her eyes widened with desire and her lips parted slightly, letting him know she liked what he did to her.
She leaned close and he thought a kiss would be his reward. But no. “Consider that your appetizer. Now eat, milord.” Holding the slice of steak on the fork to his lips, she stated boldly, “You’re going to need your strength.”
Donnell took the offering. He liked the devilish look in her eyes and was intrigued by the mysterious air about her. It caused his shaft to harden. For the moment, he didn’t mind being a pawn in her little game as long it meant he got to fuck her before the break of day. He was hers to tease.
Chapter Seventeen
It was all she could do to concentrate on feeding him. The throb in her pussy made it difficult to think of anything but riding him. Now there was an idea. Cait let the smile cross her lips as she turned and rolled the table closer until it was directly beside the couch where she could easily reach it. She laid the fork beside the knife, then moved to stand in front of Donnell.
She placed her hands on his knees, pushing them together, then straddled his thighs. His hands were immediately on her hips, guiding her forward. Cait eased onto her knees on the couch, legs on either side of his, she hovered over his cock. It still amazed her how quickly he recovered and how many times he could fuck her in a night. She smiled. Tonight she planned to set a record with him, starting now.
Slowly, she lowered until she was fully seated on his shaft. To her, this was heaven having Donnell fill her. It eased her need, if only by a smidgeon. Cait breathed deeply to steady her nerves and focus. She reached for the fork, speared a potato and held it poised to feed him. Gently she rocked her hips and Donnell smiled, leaning comfortably into the couch.
“Is this the better way to feed you?” she questioned.
“Aye,” Donnell answered, then ate the offering. He caressed her breasts through the fine fabric. “But these are the part of ye I’d like to have in mi mouth instead of food.”
He captured a nipple, sucked it into his mouth along with the negligee. The sensation his tongue created rubbing the fabric against her sensitive nub made her shiver. Donnell slowly pumped into her and she nearly caved. It amazed her that she was able to gain any control over the situation. She squeezed her knees tightly against his hips.
“Donnell,” she gasped, even though she tried to sound stern, “you are not to move. I haven’t finished feeding you yet.”
“Ye are the only food I want.”
Not listening to her, he plowed into her, causing her breasts to bounce in rhythm with his cock. Cait tossed the fork onto the table, grabbed his shoulders for support and rode her man. She had to have him. Though she’d tried her best to extend the tease, she’d fallen to desire and the need to fuck him. He grabbed the silk ribbon in the crest of her bosom and tugged. The front of the negligee separated and with each bounce of her upon his cock, her breasts wiggled free of the sheer material.
She kissed him, needing his flavor upon her tongue. He tasted of steak and potato, which made her hungry. In the back of her mind, she realized she hadn’t followed her plan. Bathe him, feed him, fuck him raw until he screams his love for me. Sensual visions of his lips consuming the slice of steak and the one tiny potato appeared behind her eyes then fizzled out of sight as he speared into her pussy hard and fast. She’d bathed him. She’d sort of fed him and now she fucked him.
Convinced she was more or less sticking to her plan, Cait increased her pace, gyrating her hips as he steadily filled her repeatedly. His mouth moved from breast to breast as his hands kneaded her ass, urging her on. Donnell tugged on her nipple and she nearly lost it. Shivers of urgent need shot from her breast straight to her clit, tightening it even more. Her pussy clenched and there was no controlling her body any further. The orgasm roared through her, drenching his cock, pulling it in as far as possible.
His cock twitched inside her. Instantly heated moisture spilled from it, mixing with her juices as he came, filling her, completing her. Cait rocked ever so gently on his shaft before collapsing into his arms. She’d wait all day to fuck him. Her pussy throbbed as it relaxed around his shaft. This was bliss.
Several long minutes passed as they leaned into each other in the seated position on the couch until she felt Donnell’s arm move. Cait pushed upright, kegeling, not letting his cock slip free. He brought a fork holding a carrot to her lips.
“I believe we both could use some sustenance.” He grinned and Cait shook her head, smiling at him.
“I’m not a big fan of carrots.” She wiggled on his cock to emphasize her meaning. “I prefer meat. There’s more protein.”
Donnell’s head fell back as laughter boomed from him. Cait couldn’t resist and broke into a bout of laughter as well. She knew he understood the protein expression because they’d had a long discussion on it one day when she’d said something about cock and protein before. Once they sobered, she gave him a quick peck on the lips before she stood. “Relax here. I’ll be right back.”
She hurried into the bathroom, cleaned herself then gathered the cloth and the towel. On the way through the bedroom, she grabbed the wine and glasses. Donnell popped a forkful of steak into his mouth as she entered. She gave him a raised-eyebrow look and playfully stated as she set the wine and glasses on the table, “You couldn’t wait for me.”
“Nope,” he responded, “it has been suggested I shall need mi strength this evening. No let it be said a MacKinnon man failed to obey his lady.”
Heat filled her chest as she moved to stand between his knees. Gently she clasped his cock in the cloth and cleaned him. Donnell’s attempt to eat stalled as his gaze landed on hers. “Ye keep that up and ye best be ready for another go.”
She wagged her eyebrows at him as she dried him with the towel, then tossed it along with the cloth to the floor. “I can go all night. Care to test the theory?”
Donnell grinned and held a fork with a slice of steak toward her. “Aye, mi brèagha neamhnaid, I do.” He gathered her hand with his free one. “Come sit beside me and let us eat our fill, for it seems we both need to replenish our stamina.”
Cait bit the steak from the fork and settled onto the couch. Donnell stood and moved the table in front of the couch, then returned to his place beside her. She’d never been fed before and she had to admit she kind of liked it. Each fed the other until both plates were clean. Cait reached for the wine and filled their
glasses. She handed one to Donnell and took the other. She held hers near his and proposed a toast.
“Here’s to a very fulfilling night of sex with the man I love.” Cait froze. She hadn’t meant to admit it to him yet. It slipped.
Their glasses lingered, not touching, separated by a slender gap that seemed a mile wide to her. Cait’s heart pounded and the air locked in her lungs. She couldn’t look at him, instead she focused on the red wine in the glass.
Donnell’s warm touch to her chin lifted her face and made her meet his gaze. His stare was unreadable. Oh god, she’d failed. She wanted to run and hide but couldn’t. His thumb caressed her trembling lower lip. When Donnell downed his glass without touching it to hers and accepting the toast, it was all she could do not to burst into tears.
He stood and held his hand to her. “Shall we continue this in the bedroom?”
Uncertain what she should do, Cait followed his action, downed her glass and pretended nothing had changed. She took his hand and let him guide her into a standing position. He released her with a gentle shove toward the bedroom. Though her legs were shaky and heavy, she managed to succeed in making it to the bed. Cait turned down the covers.
Donnell walked into the room, carrying the strawberries and cream she’d prepared for dessert. He set them on the nightstand, then turned to face her. Without a word, he kissed her passionately as he guided her onto the bed to lie crossways instead of lengthwise. Her knees were bent comfortably over the bed’s edge. He tucked a pillow under her head, then nudged the negligee open as he placed kisses along the center of her body until he reached the apex between her thighs. There he stopped. He stood, staring down at her.
“Ye are the most beautiful woman mi eyes have ever seen, Cait.” His gaze held a mystery she couldn’t decipher. It made her tremble inside, worried he was unhappy with what she’d said. His tone gave nothing away, no anger or joy. “It be mi turn to please ye.”
