by Becca Van
When hands began stroking her shins, she looked down into Ewan’s hazel eyes and caught her breath. He was staring at her pussy and working his hands up closer and closer to the apex of her thighs. With slow deliberation, Ewan slid his hands in between her legs, just above her knees, and gently spread them open.
“Och, ye are soaking wet, aren’t ye, dearling. I have to have a wee taste of yer honey.”
Ewan moved so that his shoulders kept her thighs splayed and then lowered his head. He licked up and down her slit, growling as he collected her cream on his tongue. He lapped, sucked, and licked until she felt like she was burning alive. His tongue flicked over her clit, and then he was pushing a finger into her body. Hamish and Calum each leaned over and took a turgid nipple into their mouths.
Maeghan whimpered and arched up, trying to get more pleasure from their touch. Her body was leaking its juices, but it seemed to please Ewan.
“Ye taste so good, Maeghan. I want more of yer honey, dearling.”
When he lowered his head again and lashed his tongue over her sensitive nub, she mewled and bucked, wanting, no, needing more but not knowing what she craved.
“Oh God.”
Calum released her nipple with a pop and licked his way up over her chest and neck to her ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Donnae fight the pleasure, give in to it.”
Ewan pushed a finger into her pussy, gaining depth with each thrust until she felt a slight pinch. He eased back and pumped in again and again, all the while licking up and down her dew-coated folds and over her clit. The muscles beneath her flesh became tighter and tighter. Her womb became a heavy ache and her cunt began to feel as if it was trying to grasp his finger.
Then all of a sudden the tension snapped. She gasped and yelled on an exhalation, and her pussy contracted as waves of ecstatic bliss wracked her body. The muscles in her vagina clenched and released, grabbed and let go, and cream expelled from her body in a great gush as she flew to heaven. Ewan growled and slurped up her juices, her whole body trembling and shuddering with euphoria until finally the last pulse waned, leaving her satiated and lax while she panted heavily.
“Ye taste like a mixture of honey and salt, dearling,” Ewan rumbled out in a deep voice after he lifted his head from her sex.
Maeghan looked down to see her cream glistening on his chin and mouth. Her sated body trembled with renewed desire, and she groaned then flopped back down, her head bumping on the ground. Hands brushed over her arms, torso, and breasts, stirring the embers of the fire once more.
“Get on yer hands and knees, sweetness,” Calum commanded with a rasp.
The hands that had been soothing her now gripped and grasped, helping her to do as bid. When she was in the position Calum wanted, she lifted her head again and shivered with excitement when his penis brushed across her cheek.
“Lick my cock, Maeghan. I need to feel that sweet mouth sucking me.”
Maeghan spied the clear drop of fluid in the small slit at the top of his penis and wondered if she would like the taste. Sliding her tongue out from between her lips, she swirled it around the bulbous head and then pushed the tip into the small opening. His growl of approval coincided with her moan, and she felt a wave of power wash over her. She’d had no idea that she could give pleasure as well as receive it.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could and then slid her lips down over the crown. Calum gripped her hair and tugged slightly. That little bite of pain shifted her desire up another notch.
“Fuck, sweetness. Yer mouth is amazing,” Calum rumbled. “Slide yer lips up and down my cock.”
Maeghan sank down over him as far as she could, and as she pulled back up, she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked hard.
“Ye look so bloody good with Calum’s cock in yer mouth, dearling.” Ewan’s voice came from behind her. “Now, donnae ye be getting scared, Maeghan, but I’m going to come on yer ass and then play with it. Ye need to be stretched oot so ye can take us all in that sweet body of yers.”
Maeghan had no notion of what Ewan was talking about, but she was too busy to care. She explored Calum’s cock with her tongue, paying particular attention to the underside when he groaned out loud. Then he began guiding her head up and down his erection by the hand in her hair and she followed his directions willingly.
Ewan roared, and she flinched when thick, warm liquid landed on her buttocks and anus. She would have pulled off to look at him over her shoulder if Calum had released his hold on her hair. But he didn’t, so she concentrated on giving him pleasure.
“See if ye can take me in farther, sweetness,” he panted.
Maeghan set up a rhythm that he seemed to like and used her tongue to lave the corona of his dick when she got near the top. She gasped and moaned around his shaft when Hamish palmed one of her breasts. He pinched a nipple hard enough to cause a bit of pain but not enough to actually hurt her.
Opening her eyes, she looked at the two globes in the soft, hairy sac of skin beneath Calum’s cock, between his legs, and reached out to see what they felt like. She froze just as his skin connected with her hand, and she gave a whimper.
Ewan was massaging her bottom hole with the tip of a moist finger.
Hamish leaned over to lick and nip her ear. His warm, moist breath tickled her flesh, causing her to shudder with pleasure.
“Donnae tense up, sweetling. Let Ewan stretch yer ass so we can all eventually take ye together.”
Sensations she never dreamed of possessing in such a place sent zings of rapture racing up and down her spine as Ewan breached her rear opening and pushed a digit inside. He wiggled a finger back and forth, stretching her tight muscles until she unclenched and let him in.
“Good lass,” Ewan crooned. “I’m going to add another finger. Push back against me, Maeghan.”
Maeghan drew air in through her nose and pushed back against the intrusion of another finger into her dark opening. Forcing herself to relax, she unconsciously took Calum’s cock to the back of her throat. Saliva pooled in her mouth. Instead of panicking and choking herself, she swallowed.
The deep growl from Calum let her know he liked what she had done, so she did it again and again.
His grip on her hair tightened and he gave a gentle thrust of his hips.
“I’m going to fill yer mouth with my seed, sweetness. I want ye to drink it down.”
Since she had a mouthful of cock and couldn’t answer, she hummed to let him know she had heard his request.
“Now, Maeghan.”
Calum’s cock expanded and jerked in her mouth. Thick ropes of fluid spewed from the end of his penis to cover her tongue and shoot down the back of her throat. Maeghan gulped and sucked until he had no more essence to give. As he withdrew from her mouth, she licked the head clean, and he collapsed on the ground in front of her.
Hamish had lain down on his side and was busy suckling on one nipple while pinching the other. Ewan now had two fingers stretching out her ass. Ripples of pleasure caused her body to tremble, and she wondered if she was going to that magical place again.
She heard a popping noise when Hamish released her breast tip from his mouth, and then, to her puzzlement, he slithered under her body until his head was beneath her pussy. He gripped her hips, raised his head, and began licking her vagina. His crotch was so close to her head. All she had to do was lean down and take him into her mouth. She swiped her tongue over the slit in his cock, and his growl of desirous approval sent vibrations up into her cunt. Bending her arms, she leaned down even further and sucked him into the depths of her mouth. She wanted him to reach his peak at the same time she did. Setting a fast pace, she began bobbing her head up and down his hard length, swirling her tongue across the sensitive underside of his phallus and down the thick, blood-filled vein. Hollowing out her cheeks and sucking hard, she soon had him moaning continuously. All the time that she slurped on his flesh, Ewan played with her ass.
The buildup was fast this time around. With Ewan’s fingers pump
ing in and out of her ass, Hamish sucking and licking her cunt, and she in turn drawing on his erection, it took only moments for her to reach the peak once more. She jerked and trembled and cried out as carnal bliss swept over her again. Hamish’s dick expanded and then jerked in her mouth. She drank down his seed until he slowly pulled his member from between her lips and flopped down.
“Ye are amazing, sweetness.” Calum lifted her into his arms and cradled her on his lap. “The ceremony will take place on the morrow. Ye will wed me, but ye will also belong to my brothers.”
Maeghan opened her mouth in surprise. They dinnae even ask me! “Ye have not even asked me to wed with ye.” She glared at Calum just as Hamish nudged him with an elbow.
Calum cleared his throat and was looking rather uncomfortable but looked her in the eye when he posed his question. “Would ye honor me with thy hand in marriage, Maeghan?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Aye,” Calum spoke solemnly. “No matter what, ye will always be under our protection. No one shall ever harm ye. And if ye find it in yer heart to be our wife…”
It fell to Hamish to finish his brother’s words. “It would be our honor.”
Maeghan tried to speak, but no words would come out. What could she say? Her heart lifted to think of being wed to these men, but she didn’t understand how such a marriage would work. What if she spent more time with one of the brothers and the other two got jealous? None of them had ever said how they felt about her either, and that bothered her more than the mechanics of their new relationship.
Yet she knew she was well on the way to falling in love with all three of them. She wasn’t sure she liked the way they had entrenched themselves in her heart so easily. But there was no way she wanted to sleep anywhere but Calum’s bed.
“Aye.”
“What are ye agreeing to, Maeghan?”
“To the ceremony.”
“Thank ye, lass. Ye won’t regret it.”
Maeghan was about to come up with some sort of reply when movement nearby caused her to pause. Lilith stood behind a tree, her head peeking out at them. The other woman’s eyes connected with hers, and she shivered at the expression of sheer malice Lilith sent her before she moved from sight. Before she could move and cover her nakedness or point her out to the three men, Lilith ducked behind the tree and disappeared from sight.
She had no idea what she had done to upset the other woman, but Maeghan vowed she would find out.
Chapter Nine
Maeghan woke to the day of her wedding with trepidation. She lay in bed after waking and gazed up at the ceiling. This is the day I am bound to another. To three others, no less.
She was used to being independent, even if it was out of the norm for most women, and she didn’t want to give that up. She saw so many women bartered like chattel, and even though some marriages worked out and eventually love became prevalent, a lot of arranged marriages weren’t happy at all. She was also concerned that the three Campbell brothers had taken her on at Alec’s command.
A knock on the chamber door halted her musings, and she went to open it.
“Oh! Lilith. Good morning.” She stepped aside to admit the older woman to her room, hoping her surprise didn’t show on her face.
“Good morning, my lady, and congratulations on this happy day.”
“Thank you.” Maeghan closed the door and put her back to it, feeling nervous. She’d never heard someone offer her congratulations in such a cold voice.
“I came to give you some advice on yer wedding day,” Lilith said. “Ye seem to me…an untried lass. I fear the attentions of the Campbells may be too much for ye.”
Maeghan straightened her posture. “And what would ye know aboot it?”
“A great deal, my lady. I shared the brothers’ beds for years.” Lilith eyed Maeghan calculatingly. Her face was expressionless. “Did ye not know that?”
Maeghan shook her head. She feared she wasn’t as good as Lilith was at revealing nothing of her feelings. “They shared ye?” she asked softly. Is that why ye hate me so much? She didn’t trust herself to ask that question. Instead, she asked, “Ye saw us yesterday, oot in the forest?”
Lilith’s expression soured. “Aye. I was picking herbs.”
Maeghan didn’t think she believed that. “I hope I have not offended ye, Lilith. If I am to be the lady of this keep, I would have ye as my friend.”
Watching Lilith’s face, she saw the flash of pure malevolence in the other woman’s eyes. It was identical to the look Lilith had worn yesterday. “Oh, of course, my lady.”
“Ye will not hold it against me that the laird no longer shares yer bed?”
Lilith’s laugh was humorless. “Fear not, my lady. One woman cannae hope to please three big, virile men.”
Maeghan felt her heart sink. What was Lilith saying? What if she meant that the Campbells would still have Lilith after they were wed? Pain filled her chest, and she gasped.
The thought of backing out of her wedding crossed her mind. She was so uncertain about where she stood. Did they even care for her, if only just a little? How could she go through with the ceremony when she had no idea where she stood or how they felt?
She might have stood there, speechless, for a long time, but another knock on the door broke into her thoughts.
“Greetings, my lady.” A smiling Gerty stepped into the doorway and then stopped. Her smile vanished. “Lilith? What are ye doing here? I thought the laird said ye were not to be alone with—”
Gerty slapped a hand over her mouth as if she’d said something wrong.
“I’ll go.” Lilith floated past Maeghan, a cold little smile turning up the corners of her mouth. “I can see ye have much to think on.”
Gerty closed the door behind Lilith, muttering something that sounded like “And good riddance.” She turned to Maeghan with her good cheer back in place. “I have come to help ye dress.” Gerty came further into the room. Over her arm was light-blue material in the finest silk Maeghan had ever seen. “Laird Calum sent ye a beautiful wedding gown, Miss Maeghan, and a gold-chained girdle. The color matches yer gorgeous blue eyes. Ye are going to look like an angel, ye will.”
Gerty helped Maeghan dress, starting with a cream-colored chemise, and then she pulled the bliaut over her head. The bodice was a firm fit across and just under her breasts and then fell in voluminous blue folds. The sleeves were tight to her elbows and widened out to the wrists. Maeghan wished she could see what she looked like but knew that wasn’t possible. She would have to trust Gerty’s opinion. The elderly housekeeper drew the golden chain around her hips and secured the links. When she let it fall, the chain draped her pelvis and fell down in front of her womanhood and thighs. She stood, nervous but patient, as Gerty braided her long hair and then secured it on top of her head. Lastly, Gerty draped a cream veil over her head and placed a gold circlet over the top to secure the material.
“Och, ye are a vision, my lady. Ye will make the laird and his brothers very happy.”
“Why do they want just one wife? I’ve never heard of such a thing before.”
“The laird and his kin lost their parents at such a young age. But their father had three wives before he finally passed on. His first wife died giving birth to Hamish, and the laird remarried after the mourning period so his sons would have a mother. Even though his second wife loved the laird, she didn’t bond with his sons. They were only married two years until she succumbed to the lung fever. His last wife, Lady Elizabeth, was a widow, but she was barren. The laird purposely chose her knowing she yearned for children of her own, and she had so much love to give. She bonded very closely with the boys.” Gerty adjusted the skirts of Maeghan’s gown.
“They only had ten short years together, but the laird and Lady Elizabeth suggested that the boys think about sharing a wife so they could look after her and care for any children that came along together. I think because their father and stepmother were taken before their time by bandits hiding in th
e forest the three brothers decided the protection of three men was better than one.
“Calum got the scar on his face trying to fight off the bandits, and while he and Ewan fought beside his laird’s warriors, Hamish, who was too young to do much, watched as Lady Elizabeth was raped and killed. From that moment on every time Hamish sees a woman being hurt he’s overcome with rage and exacts instant retribution.
“They’ve had women alone, of course, but they’ve shared one woman on occasion. I think as soon as they saw yer bonny face, they decided ye would be the one woman they would share.”
Unless they still shared Lilith, Maeghan thought. They wanted to marry her together so they could protect her, but she needed love every bit as much as she needed protection. Nothing else was worth giving up her independence for.
She trembled. She was cold deep inside. The cold caused her to shiver, and she took a step back from Gerty.
“My lady, are ye well?”
“I’m fine, Gerty.”
“Are ye sure? Ye are as white as parchment.”
“Aye,” Maeghan lied. She was scared, and she hadn’t felt that way since the news of her father’s death and then at the hands of Laird MacLeod and his commander. She felt more alone now than she had ever been.
Not knowing what to do or how to get out of the betrothal, she walked over to the fur-covered window and pulled the cover back. How long she stood, staring out the window but seeing nothing, she had no idea. A gentle hand on her arm drew her attention. Gerty smiled at her, took her cold hand into hers, and led her across the chamber.
“It be time, my lady.”
Maeghan felt as if she was living a dream. Everything seemed not quite real. She walked down the keep’s stone steps and halted at the entry to the great hall. The room was filled with the people of the Campbell clan, and she even spied Alec with a few of his warriors leaning against the far wall. He smiled at her and nodded his head, and Maeghan had the urge to run to him and beg him to take her home.
