Lachlan (Immortal Highlander Book 1): A Scottish Time Travel Romance

by Hazel Hunter

  “That’s because you’re teasing them,” Kinley said and pushed one puckered nipple against his palm. “I’m not a virgin, Lachlan. I know that’s an issue in this, ah, culture, but…does it count that you’re making me feel like one?”

  “This is our first time,” he said, and circled her peak with the pad of his thumb. “So you are maiden to me.”

  Without warning he grabbed her and dropped with her on the bed, his mouth muffling the low cry she released.

  His scent rolled over her, cool and crisp despite his intense body heat. Like the loch where he died. Finally making the connection made Kinley dizzy on top of what he was doing to her. It was as if she were back in the oak grove, back in the rain, helpless as he thrilled and terrified her. There was so much of him, erasing every space, every gap, and Kinley struggled not to panic. As if he knew how she felt he rolled away from her and stood by the bed.

  “If you’ve doubt, Kinley,” he warned as he unfastened his trousers, “say to me now, for when I am naked with you I fear I willnae hear it.”

  The man had a Mt. Everest erection, a chest silvered by sweat, and every muscle on him looked knotted. And yet still he was offering her an out. If she didn’t take it now, she’d have no right to bitch later.

  Kinley let her desire for him crush her fear into dust. Feeling like a real woman for the first time in years, she stretched her arms up to make her breasts lift higher, and parted her legs just enough for him to see what she had waiting for him.

  “No doubt,” she said, “but lots of aching, and wanting, and needing. Help me out with them?”

  Lachlan was naked and on top of her a heartbeat later, his big body dwarfing hers again, his mouth hard and hungry as he kissed her breathless. He tasted of whiskey and man, a combination that made Kinley feel drunk and soft and almost helpless. She braced herself as he clamped one hand around her wrists to pin them over her head. He wedged his hips between her thighs, but he didn’t penetrate her. Instead Lachlan nestled against her, notching his hard shaft like an arrow in the ellipse of her folds.

  “I’m your man now, my lass.” He moved his hips, rubbing his length against her so gently that she could feel the veins lacing the heavy column of his cock. “All night, every night.” He lowered his mouth to hers again.

  His ravishing kisses and the maddening friction between her thighs went on until Kinley’s thoughts dwindled away. She gave herself over to what he was doing to her mouth and her pussy.

  Slowly Lachlan raised his head, watching her eyes as he shifted, and pressed the satin-smooth dome of his penis against the pulsing nub of her clit.

  “So sweet you are, all spiced apples and warm cream and new clover flower.” He nudged her clit, smiling a little as she shivered, and reached down to fist his shaft and work the flared ridge of his glans against her bared nub. “Shhh,” he said as she whimpered in protest. “Does that no’ please you, my golden goddess?”

  “I think you like to tease rather than please,” Kinley said and curled her leg around his. She tilted her hips so that his cockhead slid down into the drenched seam of her sex. “Come inside me, my beautiful man, before you make me scream and the guards break down the door.”

  Lachlan worked an arm under her, and closed his eyes briefly before he began to press in. His broad girth stretched Kinley to the brink of pain, but she was so aroused her wetness soon engulfed him. She could feel every inch of him sinking deep inside her, so thick and hard he felt like satin-wrapped iron. Then their body hair tangled, and the root of his shaft sealed him inside her. His cool scent blended with her heat, swamping her as if they were swimming in a lake of light. Time went away with the rest of the world. All Kinley knew was him, inside her and holding her, and looking at her with the same stunned wonder she felt.

  “You are…” Lachlan’s chest heaved and his shoulders shook as he bowed his head, and touched his brow to hers. “Gods, Kinley.”

  “Yeah. You, too,” she managed to say as she squeezed him with her inner muscles. She worked them around his shaft until he groaned something in Pritani. “What does that mean?”

  “This. I must. Kinley.” He drew out of her, almost completely, and then plowed back in as he gave her a hard, deep fucking.

  He’d been holding back for her, but no longer. Kinley cried out, her body writhing beneath his as he plunged into her, his cock filling her and stroking her and destroying her. She’d never been invaded so deeply. She could feel his cockhead colliding with her cervix over and over, relentless and unstoppable.

  Could she bear much more of this?

  Something bloomed inside her, a dark and fiery answer that exploded through her as she flung her arms around him and dragged his head to her breast. She needed to feel him on her there, and then he was sucking her, his hot mouth almost brutal as he clamped on and lashed her with his tongue.

  The bed began thudding against the wall. She could hear it and yet she didn’t care, she couldn’t care. All that mattered was Lachlan and this maddening, boiling wanting that was going to scald her from the inside out.

  The laird wrenched his mouth from her breast and stared down at her, his eyes narrow and intent as he pounded his cock into her pussy.

  “Your pleasure, Kinley. Give it to me. I want it. I want to feel it when I spill in you. Give it, lass.”

  Darkness crowded in on her, and then splintered as Kinley arched under him, wailing wildly as she came. Lachlan kept stroking in and out of her, riding her through the incredible, soul-shaking bliss, his cock drawing it out until she thought the pleasure would drown her. Then she felt him go deep with one final, impossibly powerful stroke, and a low, animal grunt escaped him. Inside her his cock swelled and erupted, pumping his come into her. It went on for so long she felt it crest around his shaft and flow out of her.

  Lachlan kept himself braced above her, his lips parted and his eyes half-closed as he jerked through the last of his pulsing jets. He almost collapsed on her as he bent to kiss her lips, and then rolled until he was on his back and she lay draped over him.

  “Dinnae move,” he whispered. His big hands splayed over her bottom, holding her so their bodies remained joined. “Never move again. Die with me thus.”

  “I’ll die but, sorry, you’re immortal.” She found a comfortable spot for her cheek on his shoulder, but she didn’t feel tired at all. If anything she felt dazzled, a little bewildered, and brimming with so much energy she could run five miles double-time. “Is it always like this for you?” His chest lifted and fell as he made a growling sound. “Yeah, me neither.”

  She couldn’t resist running her hand over the expanse of his chest to feel the contours of his muscles. But as she did she felt something ripple under her touch. She pushed herself up, and thought she saw his ink actually moving. He was flexing his muscles to make the serpent move.

  “Nice trick–” Suddenly his shaft swelled again inside her. “Oh.”

  Lachlan had always been gentle with women. A man of his size and strength had to be, or risk injuring instead of pleasuring. He’d meant to be the same with Kinley. She might be a quick, clever fighter but her slender limbs and soft skin were not fashioned for rough play. Yet the moment he’d pushed full into her, and felt the clasp of her on him, he’d lost himself and all notion of tenderness. A ravening madness followed, a beastly claiming and ravaging that she’d somehow endured.

  And now this. She’d moved. Not only moved, but come astride him, driving him deeper into her tight, wet quim. He gripped her hips as his cock hardened inside her, watching her lovely face as she felt him grow.

  “Be still, lass.”

  “I don’t think I can,” she said, and rolled her hips, just enough to caress him from within.

  Lachlan felt a familiar burn of power across his chest and shoulders. Any challenge stirred his serpent spirit, and since it was joined with him it felt the same desires. He groaned as it moved inside him, as hungry for her as he was.

  “No, Kinley, no.”

  Quick
ly he lifted her off his shaft and put her beside him. Seeing the state of his glistening, rampant penis decided it. He would have to leave her or risk–

  “Mmmm,” she hummed.

  Golden hair brushed his belly as she curled her fingers around his thick root. Then she pressed her lips to his engorged head, as bold as a king’s courtesan.

  “Lass,” he hissed. He gripped the linens beneath him as she tasted him with her tongue. Sweat beaded above his lip and brow as he watched her, and fabric tore when she wrapped her lips around his cockhead. “You need no’ do this. ’Tis unseemly.”

  She ignored him as she sucked lightly, bobbing her head as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Seeing her lips on his shaft and feeling the working of her tongue made Lachlan groan. It also pleased the serpent, now fully awake and slipping down from his ink into his groin.

  Neglecting his own needs had become habit, and now Lachlan was about to pay for them. But so was his adorable, unknowing lover.

  “Please,” he groaned. “I beg you, stop.”

  Kinley released him, and frowned. “Don’t you like it?” Before he could answer her eyes went wide. “Lachlan, your tattoo. It’s– Oh my god.”

  “The serpent desires you,” Lachlan said through clenched teeth. “It wants to take you.” The ink moved across his belly to wrap itself around his shaft. “You should go to your room now. You should run.”

  “You know, I’d rather stay.” A tenderness softened her eyes. She gently touched the ink as it crested on his penis, tracing the serpent’s scales with her fingertip. “I want all of you, Lachlan.”

  Her hand stroked him and the serpent as she leaned over him and kissed the hard line of his mouth.

  He could hold it off no more, and seized her, dragging her over onto her belly and yanking her hips up in the air. Kneeling behind her, he watched as the serpent found her clenching opening with his cock, its ink lines shimmering with power as it entered her. He wrapped his arms around her writhing body as he impaled her, his hips churning as the serpent used him to fill her. His thoughts tangled with the spirit’s, and spilled from him, raw and hungry and desperate.

  “So long I have wanted to touch you.” He punctuated the words with heavy, powerful thrusts. “And come into you.” He drove himself and the serpent deeper into her clenching softness. “And fack your lovely golden quim. Your pretty lips parted for my tongue. Your tits ached for my hands.” He slid his fingers to her bobbing breasts, capturing them and squeezing them as he plunged in and out. “Never again will you sleep without my seed painting your thighs.”

  Lachlan pulled out of her, flipping her onto her back. As he shouldered her legs, the serpent guided him back to her. Now when he stroked into her he could see her face, and all the emotions that danced over it. Her gasping mouth and darkened eyes told him that he possessed her completely. The hard beads of her nipples and the clutch of her hands assured him that she wanted what he did to her.

  “I can never have enough of you,” he said, his voice rasping out the words. “Part your legs and I am there. My cock inside you. My hands on you. My mouth catching your cries.”

  Kinley’s back bowed, her willowy form shaking as she came on him, and Lachlan felt the serpent coil and stretch as it thrashed with bliss. He needed to mark her now, mark her in the way of the tribe, as a man taking a woman on her maiden night. When he felt his balls tighten, he jerked out of her, spattering her belly and folds with the long, thick spurts of his seed.

  But on her hip, where they had been no ink, a new design sizzled to life beneath his cream. His fingers shook as he smoothed it away to reveal a small serpent tattoo that was an echo of his own.

  “You are truly my woman now, Kinley Chandler.”

  When he dropped down beside her his ink slithered from his cock across his torso and draped itself over his shoulders and chest, wriggling back into place.

  Lachlan stared up at the roof beams, his body still shuddering from the intense sensations, and his heart shriveling to a husk. He had facked his woman as if she were a Pritani wife, open and understanding of her husband’s wants. Only tribeswomen could call a man’s ink spirit into his cock. Yet he had done this to Kinley without warning or explanation.

  But she was not Pritani. She would be outraged, or frightened, or repulsed. She would never forgive him. She would certainly never bed him again—and that alone made him want to howl like a beaten dog.

  Kinley raised her head and looked at her new skinwork. “Oh,” she gasped between heaving breaths. “A snake.” Her head flopped back down to the pillow. “Matching tattoos. That’s nice.” When he didn’t reply, she turned to look at him, her face flushed and her eyes slumberous. “You all right?”

  “I didnae mean to–” he said but stopped, furious with himself for even beginning such a lie. “I did mean to do that, but no’ our first night together. No’ until you knew before what would happen.”

  “Did I just have sex with you and your tattoo?” When he nodded she clambered onto him and pressed her lips to his ink before she rested her chin on his chest. “How does your ink do that?”

  She was not screaming, or running away, or even frowning.

  “As mortals the spirit of our skinwork could compel us,” he said, feeling bemused now as he stroked his hand over her rumpled hair. “We would be driven to great courage, or fierce passion. Since the immortal awakening, the spirits somehow came alive within us. When they are stirred now they join with us to share what we ken, mark our mates, and move on our skins.”

  “Okay,” Kinley said quietly and smiled a little. “Just in case we don’t work out, I’m never going to bed with Neac.”

  Lachlan laughed.

  Chapter Fourteen

  KINLEY WOKE AT dawn, wrapped in a tangle of heavy limbs and shredded bed linens. Lachlan had her gathered against him, with one arm around her shoulders and one long leg thrown over hers. It felt odd to see his face so close to hers. She’d never slept with any of her past lovers, but sex in a war zone tended to be quick and furtive and almost impersonal.

  Last night had been anything but that.

  Watching Lachlan sleep gave her some time to contemplate what had happened between them in bed. She’d expected it to be good, but from the delicious foreplay to the serpent spirit stepping in it had been like the sexiest, wettest dream she’d never had. She’d also never be able look at his ink again without getting hot and bothered. Even now she wanted to give it another kiss.

  The laird opened his eyes. “Dinnae wake the snake.”

  Kinley suppressed a smile as she glanced down at his morning erection. “Too late for that. It’s good to be the snake. I like the snake.”

  “You are too tender to take us again,” he chided, and climbed out of the bed to pull on a robe and open the curtains.

  Kinley was sore, but that was to be expected after spending most of the night under and on top of the man, taking his inexhaustible cock in her hungry little pussy and partying with his tattoo, which was just as earthy and lusty and kind of kinky, too. She wasn’t lying about her new affection for his snake, either. The snake could come out and play any time it wanted.

  It perplexed her, however. If all the clansmen were like Lachlan—which they were—then they should have been beating the women away. Instead they had maybe a couple dozen female retainers, most of whom were married or old enough to be grandmothers.

  As Lachlan returned with one of his shirts for her, Kinley suddenly understood.

  “It’s because you’re immortal,” she said, taking the shirt from him. “That’s why you don’t have wives or children. You’d outlive them.”

  “In the first years, we didnae ken how greatly we were changed,” he said, and idly stroked his hand over her hair. “Some of the clan went back to their families for a time. But the Pritani tribes remained mortal, and the clan couldnae sire new bairns. They suffered as they watched grow old and die their wives, and the sons and daughters sired before the awakening. We couldnae te
ll our people what had happened—we promised the druids we wouldnae—and so when we didnae age, some called us demons and tried to kill us.”

  Kinley winced. “Which only made matters worse when you didn’t die.”

  He nodded. “In time all the tribes drove away my clansmen. ’Tis why we came back to Skye, and built Dun Aran.”

  “I always thought immortality would be amazing,” Kinley said, frowning. “I never considered the cost of outliving everyone else.”

  “To live forever seems like a boon beyond imagining, but after a thousand and two hundred years the clan has begun to lose heart. If not for fighting the undead, we would have nothing but an empty eternity of watching everyone and everything we love die again and again. ’Tis why we dinnae take wives.” He hesitated before he added, “And why some of my men are ending their lives.”

  She sat up. “You mean there’s a way you can be killed?”

  “Aye, more than one,” he said nodding. “It can be done in battle, but ’tis difficult.” He drew her hand to the back of his head, pressing her fingers against the top of his spine. “A sword thrust here, or burning our bodies to ash, or giving ourselves to the loch, and we are no more.”

  She gripped his strong neck. “That’s why the undead were going to stab you from behind. They know how to kill you and the clan.” Shaking now, she folded her arms around him to hold him close. “Oh, Lachlan. Those assholes.”

  “Fast as Raen is, he couldnae have reached me in time. So now you see, you truly did save my life that night.” He drew back a little to study her face. “What is it?”

  Kinley could do some of the math. She was a combat search and rescue officer who just happened to drop into the middle of a battle where the McDonnel laird would have been killed. Then she had been changed into a living flame-thrower. Fate covered a lot, but not that much. She’d been brought here for this man. She’d swear to it.