Mesmerized By A Roguish Highlander (Steamy Scottish Historical Romance)

by Maddie MacKenna

  Her fingers dug into his thigh and she could feel his arousal stiffening under her bottom. His hands were flat on her belly, pressing her back unto him. She knew he must be feeling her heaving chest and her pounding heart.

  When he pulled away to another spot her tender skin almost hurt in the cold air. Leith was kissing marks into her skin, marking her like any animal would mark his territory…but she did not care. She would wear his marks like a badge of honor.

  Leith spun her and his kiss was hungry, possessive, yet surprisingly gentle. She could not help but give off small whimpers of pleasure as she was folded in his embrace.

  With one hand anchored at the nape of her neck, he slid his hand down her back dipping to her bottom. She felt him ruck her dress up to her waist and tug her legs around him. This close she could feel his rock-hard shaft pressed against her belly. She let her head fall back, and his mouth slid from hers, leaving another hot trail of kisses along her neck.

  The only woman who will spread her legs for a man without being married is a harlot. A proper lady would never behave this way, no proper lady will succumb to lust.

  Her mother’s voice had sprung up from nowhere and was trying to dampen her arousal. She pulled away with the words ringing through her head like a gong. She was tempted to launch off from Leith’s lap as now her body was trembling for another reason.

  Leith sensed it and pulled his lips from her skin. He cupped her face. “Mary…leannán, what is it?”

  She could not answer him if she tried. Her heart was in war with her mind. Why did it feel so wrong to give herself to the man she loved? Why was she so fearful to take what she wanted? Why was it so hard to get past this? Her mother’s words had not come up before, so why now?

  Both of Mary’s hands framed Leith’s face and her palms felt the growth of his beard. She just peered into his eyes, deeply as if searching his soul while she was searching hers.

  “Lass, if ye are afraid, I—”

  She pressed her fingers to his lips and whispered, “I know what you’re going to say, you won’t hurt me…that you’ll stop if I say no…that you’ll never touch me if I don’t want you to…but…Leith, I want you. God, I need you to. I want you to silence these voices in my head that are telling me to pull away from you. I want you to give me the pleasure I’ve been silently craving from the moment you first kissed me.”

  He was up in a moment and gently he put her on her feet. “Come with me.”

  With her hand in his, she was taken into the castle and up into the staircase that led to his rooms. Mary was actively shaking with nerves by the time he closed the door behind them. The scrape of the wood on the floor rubbed at her already chafing anxiety.

  Her back met the door before Leith could come near her and when he did, a pulsing need sprang to life in her chest and a sharp ache shot across her abdomen. His cheek met hers and she felt his breath on her ear, “Ye’ll be the death of me, lass.”

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  His hands dipped down, cupped her bottom and hoisted her up so her mouth could meet his and his kiss was deep and heady. Every nerve in her body and every drop of blood she had, sparked to life and began burning within her.

  Her hands were in his hair and her mouth was taken and owned by his tongue and hot lips. He was demanding, urgent and was drinking her in. Her hands held him tighter. As she was braced on the door, one of his hands was tugging her dress.

  She found herself getting urgent, kissing him harder but he pulled away, “Slow, leannain, slow. This is nay going to be a short night. I plan to take me time with ye.”

  He let her down from the wall and was kissing her face while he worked on her dress. He pulled her chemise down, and his mouth dipped to the pebbling peak. Her knees nearly bowed under the sensation. Leith had done this to her before but this time felt a hundred times stronger.

  He took her nipple in a fierce kiss, one that rammed heat straight between her legs. When his rough cat-like tongue flicked her tip, she whimpered. Wetness was seeping between her legs. Her hands were all over him, sliding through his hair, cupping the back of his neck, grabbing at his shoulders.

  “Don’t stop,” the words slipped out with barely enough sound for him to hear. “Just…don’t stop, please….”

  “Easy, lass, I'm not goin’ anywhere,” he said as he sucked on her taut, throbbing peak like a babe. Mary cried out as another spark of heat rammed into her.

  “Leith…” she gasped.

  She felt chilled sweat bead on every inch of her skin. Wet heat was slipping from her core as he tugged her dress down and his mouth followed the way.

  As he kissed her ribcage, she felt his nose at her navel then felt him lick a long wet stripe across her pelvis. He tugged her dress down and it pooled at her feet. Naked, she trembled under his gaze. His hand slipped betwixt her knees and slid up…and up…and up to her inner thigh. She closed her eyes tight when she felt him slide his finger in her wetness.

  Suddenly, she was in his arms and in three large steps she was deposited on a bed. The soft sheets were cool under her back but soon the bed dipped and Leith joined her. Her legs instinctively parted for him as he crawled up her body. Tilting her head to the side, he kissed her ear and then neck down to her shoulder blades.

  His right hand found her breasts and his fingertips played with the buds, pinching and rolling them until she arched back against him, gasping his name. When his mouth sucked one tip in and bit down on her oversensitive flesh, her mind went white. He soothed the bite with soft licks triggering a shameless wantonness

  Then his mouth was everywhere, licking, nipping, biting, sucking her into a world of bliss. He came to her middle and somehow, she managed to peel her eyes open only to shut them closed tightly. The look of dark hunger in his eyes heated her insides beyond bearing.

  His fingers combed through the soft hairs on her mound. “Open yer eyes, lass. Look at me while I pleasure ye.”

  She sucked in a deep breath and opened her eyes to see him sit back on his haunches and spread her legs. She jerked her head away from his look that was centered on her sex. Her breath caught in her chest when she felt his whiskered cheek rub on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He was heading down to her…his first lick had her arching off the bed.

  The second pass of his tongue had her shivering down to her bones. Her mind was blanking out as pure sensation swamped her. He lapped at her folds and her whimpering cries egged him on. His tongue formed a spear, thrusting deep inside her and bliss robbed her of her breath.

  His tongue lapped at a beating bud just under her hood and she felt that little knot throb with her heartbeat. He sucked on it, lapped at it and even bit down on it to have her wantonly crying out with each of pulse of this rapturous joy. As her euphoria began to lessen, she sagged back panting as the ripple of bliss washed through her body.

  Leith came up to kiss her shoulder as his hand ran up her thigh. “Ye taste like heaven, Mary.”

  His words were a rumble on her skin, and Mary lifted her hand to trace over his nipple. She had not realized he was naked as she was. She gently raked her nails over one of his nipples, wondering if it felt as good to him as it felt for her. His eyes darkened to a gunmetal shade as she leaned in to circle his flat nipple with her tongue.

  His sharp intake of air had her feeling bold and sliding her hand down to his manhood. He was hot and heavy in her hand, and as she slid to his tip, she felt wetness. His hand grabbed her, and with his thumb, he opened her palm.

  She allowed him to place her hand on his length and show her how to pleasure him, how to stroke, when to squeeze. Soon she mastered them all and worked him into a rigid pole. Then she dared pass her finger over the tip and suck the bead of his wetness into her mouth.

  He plucked her hand away and kissed her. “If ye want to taste me so bad, ye only had to ask.”

  On her own, she leaned forward, touched the tip of her tongue to his weeping head and tasted him. His essence was slightly bitter, salty but clean. She lappe
d at him and heard him groan. She dared to close her lips over his dome and sucked softly.

  Wrapping her fingers around his base, she eased back and then down a little more, rubbed her tongue against the underside, and sucking the tip. She felt him pulse under her hand and his came to cup her around her head. “Easy lass, dinnae bite down, fold yer lips under yer teeth and use yer tongue.”

  Gripping his shaft more firmly, she did what he told her and took him in deeper. She was getting acclaimed to his taste and felt a desire stirring in her belly for him. He was thick in her mouth and she pulled back to lick his head and mirroring what he had down with her, dipped her tongue into his slit.

  A feral sound tore from Leith’s chest. “Enough, come here.”

  She was pried off him, and then, her body was under his. He was kissing her while his hand slipped between her legs and a finger slid inside her. She gasped in his mouth as his thumb massaged her nub. She was tilting her pelvis up to meet his fingers when another slipped in and two thick fingers were caressing her walls. They curved and pressed upwards and pleasure sang through her body.

  “All right, lass?” he asked hoarsely.

  “Y-yes,” she panted, “yes, yes, yes!”

  Mary felt his breath on her slick, damp skin as he moved between her quivering thighs and notched the head of his dome to her opening. She felt him tease her there, as his mouth came to her ear, “It will hurt, Mary, I’m sorry.”

  She swallowed tightly, but clutched at him and nodded for him to go on. Her walls were so sensitive that she felt the tip of his thick hard shaft throb as he breached her entrance. As soon as she closed over him, she felt herself grip down on the strange, fleshy, but rock-hard intrusion. He slid in slowly and filled her inch-by-tortuous-inch, but then he stopped. “Leith?”

  He sealed her lips with his and just as she melted with the kiss, his hips flexed and a horrid tear inside her nearly split her body apart. She cried out into his mouth as a few teardrops rolled down her cheeks. Still kissing her, Leith felt the rigid tenseness slowly melt out of her body.

  Leith’s head was under her neck and he was trembling. He felt her suck in a deep breath before she kissed his temple. “This works better if we move, doesn’t it?”

  He chucked on her skin, “Aye, it does.”

  Bracing his elbows on either side of her face, he began to move, withdrawing and thrusting back in slow strokes. She saw him watching every emotion that crossed her face just as she was watching his. With them connected so intimately, she felt him, all of him, every vein, every pulse, and every slick pleasurable slide as he went deeper inside her, filling her, making them one.

  Her legs circled his hips and he began to move harder and deeper. He lowered his head, licked the crevice between her heaving mounds before capturing a tight nipple. Her hips tilted up and he grabbed her bottom to shove her into his ruthless thrusts while his mouth covered hers. Just in time too as she screamed with abandon in his lips.

  * * *

  Leith slammed into her again and again. His craving for her had doubled in strength. Her skin was soft under his hand and her sheath was all heat, vice-tight with silken soft walls. Mary was a vision under him, her hair splayed on his pillow, her ruby-red lips open and gasping and her hands grabbing at him.

  He loved being inside her and felt himself swell as the slick tightening of her channel gripped him like a vice. Her body tensed, and her nails dug into his shoulders. He knew the signs of a woman reaching her peak, but he would be damned if he let this bliss end so quickly, so he slowed his tempo.

  “Ye all right, leannain?” he rasped, sliding into her slowly, and so very deep to the point the square of his hips met her bottom.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  He thrust to the hilt, embedding himself fully and drawing out with languid strokes. Mary was flushed and warm under him, and he nearly lost himself in their joining. The wet, rhythmic slide of him inside her tightness and the ecstatic emotion that played over her face when he massaged her knot as he took her nearly did him in.

  Her moans were sweet in his ear as he swept a finger over her sex, taking some of her wetness to his mouth and sucked the dew from his finger. “How do ye like it best, soft and deep or hard and fast?”

  “I don’t—ah!” her nails sank into his back as he thrust in deep. Her body arched up and her toes curled at his side at his torturous slow withdrawal. He knew she was on the brink of completion and he was too.

  It had taken him a massive amount of strength to stop him from releasing into her earlier but he wanted this connection to last. He kept the slow pace until her body was shivering, her skin coated with sweat and his bollocks began to burn with the need to empty his seed.

  Groaning, his pace grew faster and his thumb found her nub, pressing on it mercilessly in time with his thrusts. Faster and faster he rubbed her, thrusting into her harder and deeper. On the edge, he grabbed her legs and he threw them over his shoulders to get the deepest angle into her. She cried out and went rigid, her back bowing and swore he had breached her womb.

  As she clamped down on him, he covered her mouth, swallowing her scream and bestowing her with his own guttural shout. He pulled out of her heat, with a breath to spare, shoving his fingers into her slickness. When she clamped down on him a rush of wetness coated his hand while his manhood pulsed and he spilled on the sheets.

  Breathing heavily, he kissed her face, her ears, her eyes, and her lips before drawing his fingers out. Her hair lay in a tangled mess on the bed but when her heaving chest calmed and her eyes opened, they glowed with wonder.

  He sank to her side and took her into his arms, kissing her brow and temple. “Ye were perfect, Mary. So bloody perfect. I never wanted it to end.”

  She snuggled into his chest and smiled sleepily. “Me too…when can we do it again?”

  He laughed, and playfully bit at her ear, “That’s all up to ye, mo gràidh. But let an old man get his breath first.”

  “You have ten minutes,” Mary said boldly even as he could hear her holding back a yawn.

  “Ten minutes it is,” Leith smiled knowing that she would never last that long. And he was right—ten minutes later, Mary was fast asleep.

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  His eyes had not closed, even after Mary had drifted off. With her resting on his chest, he played with her hair and loved the feeling of her rising chest on his. The softness of her breasts was welcomed too. Her body was so soft and was the contrast of his war-honed hardness, and he loved that even more.

  Ye gave me a glimpse of heaven without dying, Mary. I swear joining with ye surpasses the meaning of the word bliss.

  The tangle of sheets barely covered her lower half but he wanted her breasts on him, those delectable mounds crowned with pink tips he’d suckled on like a babe.

  He yearned to wake her and sample the taste of her pert buds again. His eyes liberally took in in every line, every delicate curve of her slender body. His hand lightly ran over her hip and his gut tightened when he remembered how her legs had wrapped around his waist. The joy that raced over his skin when he sank slowly inside her. Hell, it felt like coming home after a long dreary journey.

  The musky scent of their joining hung heavy in the air, and the ache in his groin intensified. When she moved, sighing as she nuzzled on his chest, tender emotions tugged at his heart. Her soft skin was a pale pink from the afterglow of their joining.

  Looking back when he had slowed down, stopping her rapid rise to completion, he had seen pure love in her eyes. Mayhap that was why he had slowed them, to see that look and know that this was not a joining for lust but was lovemaking instead.

  Startled by a rap on the door, Leith cursed under his breath. Moving away from Mary felt like the highest sin he had ever committed. The rap came again, louder this time and fearing it would wake Mary, he slid out of bed, stopping briefly to drag his trews on and yanked the door open. “What?”

  The page boy on the other side jumped. “A-a man has arrived, my lord, he sa
ys Laird Robasdan sent him a-and that he is a mind-healer from the lowlands. Says his name is Luag Magrath.”

  Tarrant, ye came through for me at the best time.

  Rubbing his face, he said. “Thank ye, I’ll be down shortly.”

  He closed the door as quietly as he could and bolted it but could feel that Mary was awake. He spun to see her sitting up in her bed, clutching the sheets to her chest.

  “Damn shame, leannain, I want to see ye,” he smirked as he sat on the edge of the bed. He kissed her softly, tenderly, and smiled at her nearly inaudible sigh when he pulled away. “I’ve to go soon. Tarrant came through and sent me the mind-healer for me Faither.”