by Reece Butler
She was ready for the finger that breached her. It slid in easily with the oil and the recent intrusion. She was in control of her pussy, so she would let Malcolm do as he chose while she satisfied herself with Duff’s cock. She pushed backward, grinding her clit and taking Duff fully into her. Malcolm’s finger moved in and out, teasing and frustrating. Duff’s hands played with her breasts, tugging and squeezing and molding.
A second finger joined the first, twisting and stretching. Her clit throbbed as she rubbed it on Duff. To get a good angle she had to bend forward. It made her arse rise. She hoped Malcolm would take the hint. He did, adding a third finger.
It burned, and she inhaled through her teeth. At her hiss Malcolm’s fingers pulled out, almost all the way.
“Dinna stop!” she ordered. She pushed back, taking Duff deep and impaling herself on Malcolm’s fingers.
“That’s it, wife,” said Duff. “Tell us what ye like.”
She glared down at him. “Your fingers aren’t moving!”
He grinned up at her and renewed his efforts on her nipples. She closed her eyes, arching her back so her breasts thrust forward. Clit and cock, then fingers deep. Back and forth, she moved at her own pace. She loved the sense of control. She moved how she wanted, and they responded. The buzzing in her ears grew louder. It was harder to catch her breath.
“Are ye ready?” whispered Malcolm.
She nodded, not wanting to waste effort on speaking.
He was big. Bigger than his fingers. She stopped, leaning forward with Duff's tip barely inside her. Ever so slowly, Malcolm’s cock burned into her arse. Again, she inhaled through her teeth. He stopped, gripping her hips to keep her still. She panted, taking the moment while the burn turned from pain into something different. Not pleasure, but not unpleasant either.
“More,” she ordered.
“‘Tis killing me,” said Malcolm.
He sounded as if he spoke through gritted teeth, yet he continued at the same slow pace. His hands bit deep into the flesh of her hips in spasms. She realized his arms must be shaking with effort. Hers were the same, though she’d locked her elbows to stay upright.
Finally she felt the curls of Malcolm’s groin brush against her.
“I’m in,” he said, panting with effort.
“Thank God,” replied Duff. “Next time ye’ll be the one fighting to lie still.”
She sighed in relief as Malcolm pulled out, then groaned as his hands tugged her hips so Duff’s cock filled her. She was in charge, though Malcolm was in control. His hands on her hips guided her forward to make room for his cock in her arse, and then back as he pulled out and Duff filled her. Each time Malcolm sank into her it was easier. Each time, he moved more quickly. And each time her pleasure spiraled higher.
The room filled with gasps and groans. As she sped up wet slapping sounds were added. The scent of their spicy musk and her own arousal filled her nose. She licked salty sweat from her lips. Her greatest sensation was that of touch as her men, under and behind, their hands and fingers plucking and guiding, gave her pleasure. Nothing else existed.
Malcolm released her right hip. She kept up her rhythm, her hips thrusting forward and back. His finger touched her clit, pinching as Duff did the same to her nipples. Malcolm held her in place, Duff fully seated inside her, when her orgasm hit. She pulled back and arched as, head and arse high, she froze, unable to move or breathe as her body imploded.
Malcolm roared, holding her still while he filled her. She shuddered, her legs quivering and twitching as her orgasm continued. Malcolm pulled out, releasing her hips and dropping back. Another pair of hands took over, guiding her to fill her pussy with a throbbing cock.
“Open yer eyes,” ordered Duff.
She looked down. He grimaced up at her, eyes bright and searching. She clenched him tight. His eyes widened.
“Mine!” He roared as he thrust up into her, easily lifting and slamming her down. She keened, wailing as another wave hit her. Then she slumped, boneless, on his chest. Duff wrapped his arms around her. Wet hands with the scent of rose soap stroked her hair.
“I’ll take her.”
Gentle, damp hands lifted her, cradling her. She managed to flick her eyes open. Malcolm smiled down at her. He curled around her as he had before, knees behind her own with his chest to her back. He pulled the sheet over them.
“Sleep, lass. Ye’ve earned it. “
A gentle kiss to her temple was the last thing she remembered.
Epilogue
It was done. Malcolm had married Kiera and become laird of their wee tower. His brothers in Duncladach would never have believed he could be a man of importance. He was now Master Duff, Steward of Kinrowan Tower. A fancy title for a small place.
The sun was rising, but Duff had little planned today but to care for their new wife. The morning after they’d proven to Kiera they could turn her boneless, Malcolm had demanded they be released. While hot water was brought for Kiera’s bath they fixed the door so it could only be barred from the inside.
Each long, tender night until the wedding they’d barred the door and focused on pleasure. Chester spent the nights in the kitchen where it was much quieter and there was the possibility of food.
They spent their days apart, the men learning as much as they could about their new duties. Because of the danger from Alexander Ross, they kept their identical looks secret. Duff wore a tight leather mask that covered his forehead, nose, cheeks and one side of his jaw. Colin started whispers of horrid scars to explain why he wore it, and that he’d come upon Kiera at her sheiling and seduced her.
Kiera kept her loom going long hours to finish the cloth for his shirt. Chester, having made his rounds and returned to her chamber, found a spot near her feet out of the way of the pedals. Malcolm confused him at first but another pair of hands to give scratches was always welcome.
Soon they would be off to the Black Isle with Kiera, to start their new life together. He and Malcolm had decided they would go first to check things out, leaving Kiera behind to pack. They’d tell her they would wait to bring her so far until her stomach got used to their babe. They knew she’d not like being left behind, but she had promised to obey Malcolm. The real reason was to ensure it was safe. Though they were married, if Malcolm was killed Kiera could be forced to marry another. Kinrowan could then be taken over by the new husband and his kin.
Chester would come along with Kiera, of course. The dog had little sense but he was loud and ran to investigate anything that moved. He would give a warning if anyone, stranger or not, approached Kiera. Nothing was going to happen to her. They would see to it.
At least, nothing untoward would happen. They had lots of plans for their feisty wife. Duff’s cock twitched at the games they would play with her. Ordering her to kneel at their feet, sucking them deep into her mouth. Shrieking as she ran, pretending to fight to escape their ravishment. He was more than ready to try that, though it wouldn’t happen until at least midday, when her belly usually calmed.
She shifted beside him, moaning softly. Malcolm, on her far side, stirred. He sat up, yawning and scratching his chest.
“Good morn to ye, Kiera. How’s our babe?” asked Malcolm.
“So far, she’s behaving.” She rested her hand on her belly.
Malcolm rolled out of bed. “We have to meet with yer father about yer dowry, then we’ll be back.”
“Now?” she demanded.
“Ah, sweetling, go back to sleep.” Duff kissed her cheek. “Yer father has nay surprises for us, aye?”
Kiera dropped her eyes. He didn’t like the way she fiddled with the sheets. A lump formed in his empty belly.
“Is there sommat ye wish to say?”
“I think ye’ll be meeting with the Lord of Kintail this morn.”
“And that means?”
“He’ll do what’s best for the clan.” Her chin wobbled though she smiled. “Go. I’ll be here when you return.”
“Not without a kiss.”
Malcolm rolled on top of her, making her shriek and laugh.
Duff waited his turn. His brother was his laird now, and he could no longer play the fool. Outside their chamber. He climbed on the bed and dropped onto Kiera’s other side.
“My turn!”
* * * *
“When will ye tell them the ‘wee tower’ ye told the MacDougals about is a castle?” asked Colin.
MacKenzie sipped his ale as they waited for Malcolm and Duff to break their fast. He was no longer as young as he thought he was. His head throbbed from too much whiskey the night before, celebrating Kiera’s wedding. From the screams and bellows his guards said made it through the thick door of Kiera’s far chamber the bedding had gone equally well.
“MacDougal was a bit fashed at the thought of bein’ laird of a wee peel tower. Malcolm wouldna marry Kiera if he kenned Kinrowan was three times the size of Castle Leod, with a garrison and more.”
“Kiera doesna ken it, either.”
MacKenzie chuckled, pleased with how well his plan had worked out. “A lass has no need to ken her dowry. It goes from her father to her husband, though she be the reason for it.” He finished his ale and set it down, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “What do ye think they’ll do when they ken Malcolm is now laird of the whole north end of the Black Isle, with Duff his steward?”
Colin shrugged. “They have no choice but to accept it and learn how to manage such an estate. They willna be pleased to hear ye plan to drag them from their marriage bed and send them away.”
“Silean’s belly is acting up, just as Elizabeth did with each bairn.” He scowled, though he was proud of having put a babe in his young wife’s belly at his age. “She sent me from her bed. ‘Tis time I visit Kinrowan and Redcastle, and I dinna like Silean’s kin. Her aunt Euphemia is Chisholm’s mother, and he’s still a nasty piece of work.”
“The men are assembling the horses and gear. Do ye have instructions for me while ye’re away?”
“Aye. Pour me an ale, and we’ll get this over with so we can ride out.” He chuckled. “I have a sore head from whiskey but ‘tis better than what’ll be sore on those MacDougals as they ride fresh from their marriage bed.”
Colin tsked at him, shaking his head though grinning.
“Ye are an evil man, Father.”
He grinned back. “Thank ye, son.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Early jobs cleaning cages for a veterinarian, scrubbing floors in a hospital, and working as a waitress helped Reece Butler realize she was more of a thinker than a doer. An office keyboard kept her occupied for many years while her family grew. Once she discovered the romance genre it was a short step to reading erotic romance. And, since she has an active imagination and is fascinated with people, she began writing…
She now spends most of her time writing, reading, researching, editing, plotting, creating characters…and eating dark chocolate.
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