SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories)

by Fiona Knightingale

  “I am not the type of woman to be impressed by things,” she said, looking into his eyes, which were growing increasingly adoring.

  She was witty, smart…like American women, sure. But there was something else about her that he couldn’t quite believe. A strong sense of maturity of worldly-wise inner power.

  She continued, bobbing her head as if she was teasing him. “You do not make much money. But you do try to impress girls. Am I right in reading your face?”

  Darren laughed. He was starting to love the feeling of not being recognized. “Well, I try to make money here and there,” he said with a sly smile. “But you’re right. Money’s not everything. I think people are more important to me.”

  “But I sense something else about you too,” she said with a devious look. “You are a man of temptation. You have been with many women.”

  “Well…” he smiled and shrugged.

  “But you are not used to women speaking up for themselves. You are used to submissive white women, aren’t you?”

  “Hmm,” he said, nodding, more than a little impressed. “All I really know, Kacie, is that I’m a sapiosexual.”

  “What is that?”

  “That means I am attracted to people that are intelligent. And you are a very smart woman.”

  “But if you are only mentally attracted to me that means you do not find me attractive. Correct?”

  He tilted his head. He had never been attracted to black women before. He was the type of guy in his teens that only saw looked at nudie pictures of white women. He only dated fit white girls because that was the “trophy girlfriend” everyone expected.

  But if he was being honest with himself, Kacie’s sophisticated voice and teasingly wrapped body, was starting to make him hot under the collar. He loved the fact that she wasn’t easily impressed. She was bold, almost oblivious to American culture and what a submissive woman ought to talk like. She was a delicious flavor of new woman, the type that wasn’t very common in the lower forty-eight.

  “What I do not like about white men the most,” she ranted, “is that they always describe strong black women as ‘Oprah.’ As if all of us are Oprah-like or trying to be like her. When in truth, we have always been strong in Africa. Your Oprah took after us, my ancestors.”

  “I know. I’m not that racist, you know,” he said with a wink.

  “Hmm, are you sure about that?”

  “Of course I’m sure. That’s why I liked your profile,” he said with a smile. “You were obviously a very smart woman. And intelligence is all that matters.”

  “Yes but as I was saying. American males have it in their mind that strong black women can’t be sexy. But I admire my body, Mister Crowley.”

  “Well that makes two of us, Kacie,” he said with a cool smirk.

  “I like to feel sexy. And I believe that when two soul mates meet, an animal attraction occurs and they simply must surrender to the passion that surrounds them. And I can tell right now that you do not feel that way about me.”

  “How do you know that? I happen to think, Kacie, that you’re very beautiful. Your body and mind come together in one delicious package. I could imagine making love to you while we talk about poetry, the stars, and politics.”

  Kacie laughed, a good hearty laugh, as if she was finally becoming comfortable. “You don’t even know what I look like under here. American women always show their bodies before a man is deserving.”

  “Is that an African thing?” he asked.

  Kacie squinted her eyes. “No, that is a Kacie thing. A man must earn my attraction. He must work hard for my beauty.”

  “Mmm, you make a man work so hard. But I’ll bet it’s worth it.”

  “Well, I guess you will have to wait and see. I still have to decide if I like you or not, my potential husband to be.”

  Darren laughed it off. The temptation to confess the “power” he had, wasn’t even a back thought. He wanted her consent. No, he wanted her full and uninhibited lust. He loved the idea of earning Kacie’s attention and being privileged to be the first American man to make love to her.

  And the idea that Kacie had no idea about the mail order scam made the relationship all the more interesting. He wanted to see her like this, in her natural surroundings, not victimized, not needing anyone.

  Maybe the shoe was on the other foot this time. Maybe he really did need Kacie.

  Chapter 4

  Darren took Kacie back to his house, then gave her the inside tour. He showed off his luxury condo in boyish excitement. He loved the feeling of Kacie staring wide-eyed at his furniture, his television, his high-rise ceilings and that fucking amazing scenic view over Manhattan. She almost choked on her own words, the words she was forced to eat after seeing what a success Darren actually was.

  “So…” she said cautiously. “I was apparently wrong about you. You make a lot of money.”

  “Oh, it’s not that I make it, Kacie,” he said, a big grin appearing on his face. “I just sort of have it lying around. The Crowley Family is one of the richest families in the United States. In the world, in fact.”

  “Oh my,” she said, in awe of the kitchen, which was the size of most people’s apartments. “So I was wrong about you.”

  “No, not really. You got most of it right. But truth be told, I really enjoy not being a billionaire sometimes. Back in college, I used to enjoy dating and talking to women…back before anyone knew who I was. When I met you, I felt that spark again. No reputation. No sugar baby nonsense. Just two beings coming together.”

  “Coming together? My, aren’t we confident of ourselves.”

  Darren laughed. “Wrong choice of words.”

  “Hmm,” she said, staring into his eyes, at last feeling a strong sense of attraction to a man who was so opposite everything she imagined him to be. “Or was it? The wrong choice of words?”

  Darren waited a moment, looking at her eyes and soaking in her vulnerability, her need to feel intimate. He reached in and kissed her, tasting her luscious lips. He stroked her head through her long soft dark hair, listening to her quiet purring, her delicate breathing gradually escalating as he covered her with his arms.

  He kissed her as he walked her over to his master bedroom, a huge place with a king-sized bed and plenty of artsy purple décor. He set her on the bed, eyeing her in passion—that same soul mate passion she told him about. He could think of no other happiness but taking off her sweater and long skirt and earning the right to see her naked body.

  “Are you attracted to me?” she asked, still teasing him with a smile. “Or are you just being P.C.? You’re so polite, Mister Crowley.”

  He laughed quietly. “I’m not thinking polite things now, Kacie.”

  “Show me your passion. Show me your rage. Take me like you take one of your kept women.”

  His blood boiling, Darren walked closer to the bed, taking his shirt off button by button and exposing his muscular chest. He eyed her, not dropping his attention for a second, melding with her mind as their bodies began communicating. He threw his shirt to the floor as he sat on the bed with his knees.

  Darren lay on top of Kacie and kissed her again, this time letting his hungry lips drop down to her neck, feasting on her lightly perfumed skin, her natural scent drawing him in closer. He reached down and began pulling her silky sweater up, kissing her shoulders over the material. She sighed as he pulled the sweater up, and kissed her shivering belly. She was excited, a little nervous, and every touch that he gave her made her heart tremble.

  He slowly pushed her sweater up to her breasts, admiring her blue bra and generous cup size. He moved his lips upward, placing a trail of kisses from her belly to her ribs and then on and between her cleavage. She moaned softly, loving the feeling of a strong man’s lips between her breasts. It felt a little dirty, a little wrong, but she arched her back, giving him more cleavage and more flesh to taste.

  She groaned as he guided her sweater over her arms and off to the side of the bed. He lay
on top of her with his body, stroking through her hair with his hands as his lips found their way downward, making contact with her warm bosom. He clenched her wrists in his hands as his kisses became firmer, hungrier, and more unwholesomely guided. He didn’t just want her body. He wanted to do nasty things to her, unladylike, lustful thoughts.

  She groaned louder as she felt his face lingering down at her skirt. Still kissing her belly and then sinking his lips lower to just above her pelvis, he began pulling her skirt off. He pressed his warm lips to her hips, then her thighs. He could barely taste her sweat, her intimacy through the pores of her skin.

  She groaned again, afraid to ask where he was going and why.

  “Shhh,” he said, throwing her skirt aside and kissing her pelvis through her blue panties.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered, almost worried.

  “What do you think?” he said, already pulling softly at her panties and desiring to taste what was forbidden.

  “Mmmm…do you know what you’re doing?”

  “What do you think?” he said, pulling her panties down and placing a perfect kiss on her neatly trimmed triangle.

  “Oh my…I’ve never had a man do this before.”

  “Well there’s a first time for every new experience. Isn’t there, Kacie?”

  He asked that tenderly, as he began softly tugging her panties until they slid down to her knees and then to her feet.

  She was shy at first and tossed and turned, but he firmly opened her thighs, kissing her thighs and letting the warm feelings burn.

  “Oh my…don’t go too fast…”

  “Not too fast, not too slow. But just perfect, don’t you think?”

  He moved in closer, finally resting his lips on her hairy patch, then licking his way to her clitoris.

  “Ohhh God…” she moaned, alarmed at how loud she said it. “That feels good.”

  “It’s nice when a man knows what he’s doing, mmm?” Darren asked, always turned on when he could give a woman a reluctant but powerful pre-orgasm high. He began licking her clit again, this time spreading the lips apart with his fingers to land on the magic spot.

  “Ohhh this feels so different…”

  He licked just hard enough to get her attention, just enough to unsettle her, but not rough enough to scare this exotic treasure away. He let his licking continue at a natural pace, making her heart race and her pussy quiver with expectation.

  He pushed her legs farther apart and looked into her eyes, sending her into a hesitant stare back, but biting her finger in shyness. He licked her smooth and long, this time using her finger to penetrate her pussy lips.

  “Mmmm…feels so good…” she moaned, a little ashamed of herself, but loving the feeling of surrendering to such a knowledgeable man, and one who was fully enjoying his lustful experience—defiling her body, selfishly taking what he wanted.

  He licked deeper, this time sending his lips down into her vagina, tasting her first drip of pussy lube with his wet tongue.

  She said nothing but her whole body shook. She was too embarrassed but too dripping wet to make a sound. Sensing her shyness, he intensified his licking. He sent his tongue back up to her pounding clit, then began stroking her G-spot deep inside with his finger. Her wetness made his fingering extra moist and slippery, the perfect angle to feel her every delicate nerve.

  He began stroking her pussy with his finger and licking her clit faster, building to a strong peak. She arched her back and sent her hands above her head in quiet desperation. She had nowhere to go and nothing to do but to come hard, a strong slutty orgasm like a man had never given her before. She thought sickening terrible thoughts as she involuntarily spread her legs wider, welcoming him in and giving him more of her pussy to taste. His hands and tongue were moving so fast, Kacie had to shut her eyes and grab her hair, holding back her first pang of orgasm.

  Darren sensed her holding back and only intensified his stroking. He added a little hum to his hard clit licking and continued pounding her G-spot inside. With his free hand, he put pressure on her pubic bone, lightly massaging her pubic hair. She started vibrating, her body reacting to his touch. She couldn’t help but build to a crescendo, like an unwilling orgasm that had no choice but to explode from her delicate body.

  It felt amazing; a throbbing and pulsating heat in her loins that was sending waves throughout her body. She had been fucked before, but never so thoroughly defiled. He was going to eat her cunt until she creamed his face and it felt so bloody lovely. So rude and impolite, but oh so freeing.

  “Aahhhhh Jesus! Jeeeesus!” she screamed, unable to control her own vocabulary, much less her spasming pelvis. Her pussy creamed her face good, leaking lube all over his face but not stopping his clit-assaulting tongue. Her pelvis continued inches side to side humping his mouth and giving him as much wet meat as he could handle. He was so turned on he began chanting, holding back his own orgasm and tensing up his face.

  “Ohhh God!” she screamed finally pushing his face away and turning away from him. The power, the humiliation, the intensity of it all was dizzying and she needed a moment to return to reality.

  “Fuck, that was amazing,” he said, turning over on the bed and smiling ear to ear.

  “Uh huh…uh huh…” Kacie said, still rocking and quaking, and finally taking a deep breath. “Oh Darren…that was very, very good.”

  “You were very good,” he said, once again putting his hand on her pussy, this time just for holding, just for an intense body connection without touching. She sighed, breathing in the afterglow and almost without words. This man certainly knew how to please a woman. He was also rich and very enamored by her appearance. She suddenly became nervous, as if this was too good to be true and something had to be wrong somewhere.

  But all those anxieties would be dealt with later. This orgasm had been so dynamite-powerful, it was time for a nap—spooning him so nicely, his hand still pressed against her pubic bone, and the energy still so electrifying.

  ***

  Chapter 5

  Something was wrong somewhere. Great men just didn’t fall from the sky, at least American men. Maybe that was just “racism” talking again, but something seemed very wrong with this scenario. What was wrong? She was almost too happy. She had just come vividly and now woke up in bed next to a sexy man—the dream, the perfect gentleman and a fierce lover to boot.

  What was the catch? She stared at him for a few long moments but decided not to wake his peacefully smiling face.

  However, she did get up to shower and waited patiently in the dining room until he woke up, walking around in his pants still shirtless and looking sexy as hell.

  “Why do you like me?” she said suspiciously, sitting in the dining room and eyeing him while drinking a cup of orange juice.

  “What?”

  “Something is wrong. You’re hiding something. I feel it.”

  “Whoah, Kacie. This must be an African thing. I wake up and get the third degree?”

  “Don’t give me that shit,” she said. “What, you just wanted to get me into bed?”

  “Yes. What’s wrong with that?”

  “Fuck that!” I wanted to get you into bed, white boy,” she said back with venom. “But what else? What else is wrong with you?”

  “Oh. That.”

  “Oh?” she said widening her eyes. “You admit it? Tell me.”

  “There is something you ought to know.”

  “Tell me.”

  “The guy…your agent or whatever he was. He’s not a very nice man, Kacie.”

  She listened with dread.

  “He sold me to you. To do whatever. He disappeared. I don’t exactly know how to get you home. This was not a meet and greet.”

  “Oh my God! That liar!” she said, getting up and pacing. “He said this was a date. A meeting. He sold me to you as a slave?”

  “I didn’t know. I was drunk and…” He shut his eyes in defeat. Probably shouldn’t have said that.

  “Y
ou paid for me while you were drunk?”

  “I was stupid, yes. We’re all very stupid when it comes to this kind of thing. That’s why I like smart women, Kacie, I’m an idiot sometimes.”

  “Ahgghh, you fool.”

  “But I’m not sorry. I mean…listen you know you’re free to go.”

  “Well I am going! No one can keep me here against my will.”

  “That’s fine. I’ll buy you a ride home.”

  “I don’t want to go home,” she said, angry as hell but not looking him in the eye. She knew she wasn’t mad at Darren. It wasn’t his fault for being a rich bored man with a hard-on. It was the men she trusted, the one who sold her out because her life was meaningless in their eyes.

  “Then go where you want, Kacie. I can buy you a ticket anywhere. If you need help getting into this country, I can help you. However you want me to help you.”

  “You would do that for me? Why? Because you’re Mister Nice Guy Billionaire? I don’t buy it.”

  “No, no, that’s not me at all,” he said with a head shake. “Here’s the truth, darling.”

  She listened and frowned, holding back tears of terror.

  “The truth is, I’m just a dumb guy who got lucky. I made a stupid joke to some friends. The press heard about it and they all turned on me. Called me a racist. My dad came up with the idea of dating an African-American woman. Real smooth political move, right? But then late one night, I decided that maybe that wasn’t interesting. Maybe finding a really interesting woman from South Africa was something more my speed. I like extremes. I like traveling the world, I like women who challenge me. And you, Kacie, were so damn smart. You were something wonderfully different than the boring women I always see around here.”

  He looked into her eyes and then took her hand, letting her feel his skin and his racing pulse.

  “I do like you. You’re a woman who’s suffered a lot. But who has so much to offer a man like me, who’s barely got a soul. But when I listen to you talk, I feel complete. Like I can be a better person. Like I could make you happy, if you’ll just let me.”