by Reece Butler
Her tongue swirled around his tip, making him hiss. He would not last long, not if she continued her sweet torture. He drew back and her teeth grazed his cock. He pulled out, cursing. She remembered not to speak, but the white teeth biting her lip said it all.
“Dinna fret, little one. What ye are doing is fine. Nay, ‘tis better than fine. But I dinna wish to come in yer mouth this time.”
He gently rubbed his knuckles over one cheek. She pressed her head against him, a slight smile showing she understood. He released her hands but left her blindfold on. He urged her forward, onto her hands and knees. As she faced the door her wet thighs, glistening pussy, and enticing asshole were lit by the fire. Her scent filled his nostrils, making his cock jerk.
As he watched, she clenched her pussy. He wanted to sink his cock deep and have her clench him just like that. But if he entered her now he would be lost. He knelt to one side and dipped his fingers into her wet cleft. He slid them up the crack of her ass. The oil! He patted her bottom to say he’d be back. A moment later he pulled the stopper and knelt behind her.
He dribbled some oil into his right palm, making sure it was warm. He started with his little finger. It slid into her puckered brown rosette. He heard a quiet groan. She tilted, encouraging him, so he tried his first finger. Whether it was the wine, her arousal, or her eagerness, his finger entered her easily. He took his time, playing with her clit and pussy, kissing and nibbling her, until he had three fingers twisting in her arse.
She whimpered, moaned, and twitched. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He guided his cock into her pussy.
“Oh, please!” she begged, gasping under him. “May I come?”
“Aye.” He found her clit with his middle finger and wiggled it. She screamed, clenching his cock as she exploded. Though it damn near killed him he thrust without coming, making it good for her. When her pussy released him he pulled out and set his cock against her asshole. He spread her with his fingers, pressing just enough for her to know what he intended. She gasped, but did not complain.
“Tell me nay,” he whispered, his voice harsh.
Instead of answering, she leaned back so his cock entered her an inch. God, was she tight!
“Are ye sure?” he asked once more.
“Aye, dammit!”
He choked a laugh at her demand. He’d take his time, making it feel good even if it killed him. He hoped it did not. He wanted to spend the rest of a very long life enjoying her wit, laughter, and body.
He kept his finger on her clit, his thumb in her pussy, rubbing up against a ridged surface he’d learned she enjoyed. She panted, now on her elbows, her forehead resting on an arm. His thighs reached hers, cock deep inside. A moment later he pulled back, groaning. When he next moved forward she pressed against him so he sunk in faster than expected.
He was not going to last! He held still, concentrating on her clit and pussy. He caught her clit between his fingers and pinched. She gasped, clenched his cock, and slammed against him.
He grabbed her hips and thrust forward, once, twice, and then his brain exploded. Nothing existed but the tight ring of muscle clamping down on his cock as he filled her.
Chapter Fourteen
Gillis stood outside the door of Darach’s chamber. He’d fallen asleep waiting for the other men to pass out. The moon was just setting, which meant he still had lots of time to enjoy Fiona. They shouldn’t be disturbed the morning after a wedding. Most of the men would have thick, sore heads. If Cameron was feeling irritable he might order them to the practice fields. Gillis hoped he and Angus would be spared that ordeal. If they had to go, he would happily break a few heads.
There was no sound within. The door was barred, as he expected. He scratched against it with a fingernail, then tapped. Wedding or not, Angus should hear and respond. Sure enough, he heard sounds on the other side suggesting he’d soon be with Fiona. Angus opened the door. All Gillis’s attention was on the bed. A few candles still flickered.
“How is she?” he asked, keeping his voice to a whisper.
“Wedded and bedded thoroughly,” replied Angus smugly.
Gillis curled his lip. “I meant, is Fiona asleep? I dinna wish to wake her—”
“Aye, ye do.”
Angus moved on silent cat feet to the high, wide bed. Gillis followed. The bed was so soft that Fiona had sunk into it. She lay on her back, arms out with one knee bent. He stared down at perfection. She stretched, fingers high and pointed toes down. Then she sighed, and smiled. She had yet to open her eyes. He bent over and took a nipple into her his mouth. She hummed her approval.
“‘Tis about time ye touched me, Gillis MacDougal.”
“You can tell us apart with your eyes shut?”
“Angus smells of rose soap. You smell of ale.” She wrinkled her nose.
“There’s a tub of water behind the screen,” said Angus.
Gillis took the hint. He stripped and scrubbed the stink of the hall from his hide. He took a cup from the table and rinsed his mouth with wine. When he turned to the bed he found Angus setting Fiona’s feet on the floor. Her lush breasts and arse beckoned. It had been days since he’d seen her naked, and never near a bed. His mouth split wide at the sight. He unbuckled his belt and let his plaid drop. She held up her hand to him and scurried behind the screen.
“I left ye half the sweet oil,” said Angus, too low for Fiona to hear.
“And how did ye use the first half?”
Angus swatted him on the back of the head. “How do ye think?”
His cock jerked in anticipation. “Ye breached her?”
“Aye, and she loved it. She needs a wee bit of warming, then she’ll be ready for both of us. She’ll ride me with her pussy while ye fill her arse.”
Gillis choked. His cock almost exploded at the thought.
“What are ye great louts whisperin’ about?”
Fiona scowled at them. She stood with her feet apart and shoulders back. Her fists were jammed on her hips, ready to take them on. Her hair, golden-red strands to her shoulders, covered one eye. She opened one end of her mouth and blew it out of the way. He wanted her to use that mouth to suck him deep. But there was more to her, so much more. He filled his eyes with her tits, belly, arse, and mouth.
“Ye wish te know, do ye?” he asked, taunting her.
“Aye.” She took her own look at him, from his head, past his eager cock, to his feet. “Ye’d best be having some plans to make me scream.” She tilted her head, looking at Angus from under her eyelashes. “Yer brother made me scream, twice. Do ye think ye can do the same?”
She’d declared war. Or, if not war, a battle composed of skirmishes.
“I can make ye scream, Fiona MacDougal.”
He held out the flat of his hand, fingers spread. He stared at it for a moment. He slowly brought his eyes up to hers. He let her see his grin and think of what it might mean. She took a step back. The demanding temptress was gone. She was unsure of him, yet her nipples were tight buds, eager for his touch.
Gillis could move fast when he wanted. So could Fiona. She squeaked and dashed across the room to the bed. She had to jump. She landed on her knees and scuttled forward. He caught her by one foot. She squealed, kicking out. He bared his teeth in a wide grin.
This was going to be fun. He wasn’t yet sure what he would do to her, but that arse of hers was going to be red.
He caught her other foot as she scrabbled against the sheets, trying to get a hold. He laughed at her efforts, easily hauling her toward him. He stopped when her hips were at the edge of the bed. He motioned for Angus to hold her in place and then leaped onto the bed. He hauled her across his lap, her head to his left. She kicked, but the only damage was to the mattress, which didn’t complain.
One hand on her lower back was all he needed to hold her against his thighs. He admired her for a moment. She’d married him first, though the one to Angus was blessed by a priest. In his mind she’d married them both. A husband had a right to discipline his
wife as he saw fit. She had dared him to make her scream. She had not stated the reason why...
His hand had barely struck her arse when she shrieked. She shoved up with her hands and knees, trying to twist away. He gave her another spank to settle her down. That shriek was even louder.
“That doesna sound like a scream,” said Angus, acting the part of a frowning judge. “Mayhaps if ye use both hands at once.”
“Nay!”
They knew if Fiona really wished them to stop she would lie still, no longer playing their game. As she continued to struggle they kept going.
“I need a hand to hold her down,” said Gillis.
“‘Tis easily solved,” replied Angus. He stood at Gillis’s knees and placed one palm on her lower back and one on her thighs. She redoubled her efforts to escape.
“Thank ye, brother,” said Gillis formally.
He started a tattoo of light slaps, over and over, covering her arse. She cursed as she struggled, using words no lady should have heard much less use. Gillis stopped. He tilted his head, frowning.
“A goat, ye say? Nay, I dinna think ‘tis possible to do that.”
He nodded at Angus to release her thighs. He slid his finger between her lips. She was wet. He motioned to Angus, who backed away. Fiona twisted, thinking she could escape. He grabbed her and helped her land on her back. He caught her legs and pressed down, holding her in place. She gazed up at him, panting and wild.
“This will be the first,” he said.
“The first what?” she demanded, panting.
He thrust his cock into her pussy halfway. She gasped and grabbed the sheets with her hands. As she didn’t complain he finished the job, sinking balls deep into her. They both groaned. He moved her legs up to his shoulders and thrust deep.
She felt so good. It was like coming home, only better. She began trembling, her pussy twitching around his cock. He pulled out, grabbing his cock at his belly and squeezing hard, fighting to keep from exploding.
“Hand her over,” said Angus. He lay on his back.
Gillis easily lifted her over Angus. She bent her knees, knowing what was to come. She rested her hands on Angus’s chest, head back and eyes closed, as she sank down on his cock.
“The oil?” demanded Gillis.
Angus pointed to a small table by the bed. Gillis took the vial and climbed onto the bed behind Fiona. She seemed unaware of him as she slowly rode Angus’s cock. Gillis knelt behind her, his cock against her lower back. With his free hand he played with her breasts, squeezing her nipples.
“Do ye ken what we want, lassie? We’ll not do it if it causes ye pain.”
She turned her head and stared at him, eyes sparkling. “I wish ye to fill me,” she said quietly. “I want both my husbands in me at once, making me scream with joy.”
“Then ye shall have it.”
He pressed on her shoulders, encouraging her to lie forward on Angus. His brother helped, playing with her breasts. She arched her ass, asking Gillis for what he wished to give. He dribbled oil over her crack and then scratched at her asshole. An eager ring of pink appeared for a second. His finger easily slid in. So did a second. He worked at her arse while Angus did her breasts, kissing her senseless at the same time.
When she was ready he covered his cock with the rest of the oil. He lifted her hips almost off Angus. She got the idea quickly, kneeling with his brother’s cock barely entering her pussy. Gillis rubbed the tip of his cock against her asshole. When the ring of pink appeared he pressed forward. She groaned, a welcome sound. Her tight muscle was better than anything he’d felt before.
She panted, arse in the air, eager to be filled by him. Sweat dripped off his forehead by the time his curls tickled her arse. He backed out equally slowly. He expected to pull all the way out, but she sank onto Angus while the tip of his cock was still clenched by that band of muscle. It made her even tighter.
They let her control the speed. She dragged herself against him, slow and deep. When she was up, pressing her arse against his cock so he would fill her, Angus played with her clit. And when she sank on Angus, leaving his cock almost free, Gillis nibbled her shoulders.
“How do ye feel, lass?” he asked softly. He couldn’t see her face, though her groans suggested she enjoyed it as much as they did.
“I canna say,” she answered, panting between words. “It’s just...so much.”
Gillis stopped. “Too much for ye?”
“Nay.” She shook her head frantically. “I need…faster. More!” She groaned the last word.
“Do what ye must.” He would stop if she asked. He was sure he could. Yet he hoped with every straining muscle that she’d keep going, that she’d come, hard, and set them free.
“Tell us what ye need,” said Angus, his voice high and tight.
“I need yer hands and yer cocks. I need ye both, hard and fast.”
“Take it, lassie,” said Gillis. “Dinna think of us. Just go. We’ll follow ye.”
Fiona growled low in her throat. She rocked back and forth, not letting one of them slip out before taking the other deep. Gillis kept a hand busy on her breast, squeezing her nipples, hoping it helped to spur her on. Angus, on his back and looking up, took care of her clit. She sped up, taking them faster, and deeper.
She stopped for a second in midstroke, full of Angus and half of himself. Keeping Angus inside she pushed back, filling her arse with his cock, taking both all at once. She clamped down on him. He hadn’t thought she could get any tighter. With her scream filling in his ears, Gillis exploded.
“Mine!” he roared as they bucked, filling her together.
* * * *
Fiona drifted, half out of her mind, surrounded by deep male breathing. Her life would never be the same. She’d enjoyed sharing her body with Gillis, and with Angus. She chuckled quietly to herself. The word didn’t come close to describing what she felt when these men were near. Mere days ago she’d had a hard time hiding her excitement at being allowed to travel from Menzies Castle with her half brother. She’d had far too much excitement since.
She glanced sideways. There was enough light from the fire to see Gillis’s bare chest and a few curls of red hair springing from it. Every moment of terror had been worth it. She was now a wife with two husbands in a clan that valued women.
No more would she be shamed as a bastard. As the wife of a MacDougal she had a place in the world. Though she might be the first woman to marry into the clan she would be junior to whomever their older brothers married, especially the chief, Somerled, and his twin, Niall. They would, no doubt, marry true ladies who knew how to run a castle properly. She would be happy to stay in the shadow, working hard to make the clan the best it could be. All she wanted was a quiet corner she could share with Gillis and Angus.
She remembered what Gillis had said after the last time. Everyone in the hall had heard her scream Angus’s name, and him answering with a deep bellow of “mine!“
Twice.
Heat flared over her face and chest. Perhaps Laird MacDougal could find a room far away from others where her screams would not be heard? That would not help while they traveled. Perhaps Auld Maggie could find a piece of leather she could bite down?
“Ye are awake, wife?”
She sighed, rolling her eyes at Angus’s insistence on the word. “I told ye, husband, I have a name. ‘Tis Fiona. Could ye use it now and then?”
He reached for her. She squeaked as he hauled her onto his chest. His chest was so wide that she fit with lots of space, even with her elbows out so her chin could sit on her fist.
“I ken yer name well,” he murmured. The fire flickered a reflection in his eyes. “‘Tis Fiona MacDougal.” He brushed hair from her eyes. “One day we may have a wee lassie with fiery hair and a spirit to match. We will call her Morag, after her grandmother.”
“And she will learn to read, and to write,” she declared.
A hot, broad palm settled on her right buttock. She tensed as he patted her lightly.
She knew exactly what he meant by that touch. It was a warning. White teeth flashed in a grin.
“Are ye a wee bit worried, wife?” he asked, mocking her.
“Nay,” she said, pretending to misunderstand. “Ye will be understanding better by the time we have our first babe. Ye’ll ken she must learn more than sewing and such.”
His mouth closed. “My first child will be a son, and likely each after that,” he said in a near growl.
“Aye, mayhaps,” she replied all innocent and agreeable. “But who’s to say my first child won’t be Gillis’s daughter? She’ll be sure to have red hair with my spirit and Gillis’s temper.”
“Someone’s asking to be put in her place,” he said in a low growl.
“Aye? And where would that place be?”
“Though ye be a woman, I wish ye to stand beside us,” answered Gillis solemnly before Angus could speak. He pulled himself up on his side, resting his head on a bent elbow. His rough hand trailed down her back to rest on her free cheek. “And since ye are a woman,” he added as he patted her bottom, less gently then Angus had, “I wish ye to be under us, or riding us, or bent over as we lift yer skirts and take ye from behind.”
“Or from in front, against a wall under the sun,” added Angus.
“A wall, in the day? Ye dinna mean that!”
Angus squeezed her back cheek in a clear warning. “Aye, I do. We will take ye however, wherever, and whenever we wish, day and night, under the sun and the moon and the stars. Mayhaps even in the rain.”
A rush of need made her quiver at his demand to completely possess her.
“Aye,” said Gillis. He chuckled. “And when ye are more used to it, we’ll fill ye, front and back, standing up. Mayhaps one of us will lean against a wall as ye make me shudder so hard when I peak that I dinna ken if I’ll be able to stay standing.”
