And like an untried youth, with her eyes glaring down at me and her body churning not forherrelief, but mine, I did just that, a loud, broken sound escaping me at the shock of it.
Brigid's stern expression fractured with a whine, and she swallowed the sounds I made with a deep kiss, moving unevenly, frantically even, meeting the rough thrust of my hips with her own unsteady grind.
Hot release coated my cock, and no doubt the inside of my kilt, but I didn't care about the mess. Not when I had this enchanted creature in my arms. I turned us roughly to the side, cradling Brigid in one arm as she landed in the loose hay, shoving up her skirts with the other, exposing her swollen, wet sex, almost pulsing with need. Brigid arched and twisted as I pressed two fingers inside of her core, her eyes wide and unseeing, the tight channel clasping on my digits, soaked and dripping down to my wrist.
"Oh, Torion, I?—"
"You'll make too much noise if I kiss your cunny now, omega," I growled, grinning as Brigid shuddered and started to fuck herself on my fingers. "But I expect to have you rinsing my tongue tonight. No scurrying away to that other bed. Swearit," I said, pressing my thumb on her clit but holding still, not rubbing.
"Torion," she whined, almost near to tears, the pretty creature.
You have all the power over me, I wanted to tell her, but I waited, imagining the soft clench of her on my fingers was around my cock instead. It would be, soon enough. For now, I would relish the pleasure of watching this woman fall apart at my touch.
"Go on," I coaxed, circling her clit once, her eyelids sinking closed with a groan.
"Oh, I swear it. I swear. I—ah! Torion, yes, I?—"
I swallowed her cries with another kiss, leaning over her as I stroked her fluttering cunt through release, Brigid's arms flung around my shoulders to hold me close, her teeth biting roughly on my bottom lip as she strangled the sound of her own pleasure.
"That's it, love," I whispered as she settled, shaking through the aftershocks, blinking drowsily up at me, her long braid mussed and cheeks flushed red. "There now. That's better, hm?"
Her gaze skittered away as she tucked her face into my shoulder. She got so shy in the aftermath, body tensing as if to run and then softening again as the relief of a release soaked in.
I kissed her brow, feeling her stiffen and then relax, her sigh rushing down my throat.
"Are you hard again?" she asked, one of her arms dropping from my back to reach between us.
I pulled my hand free of her and caught her wrist before she could find me as stiff as ever. I wasn't sure I ever reallystoppedbeing hard when Brigid and I were touching. I'd taken Ned's advice to show her how much I wanted her, but that admission felt a little too great.
"I'll be all right. Untiltonight," I said, just to remind her of her promise.
She blushed, eyes fixed to my chin. "I wasn't trying toavoidany…morning advances. It just seemed silly to stay while you slept."
Malcolm didn't sleep with her, I'd bet. I shoved the thought away, brushing a slow, grazing kiss over her forehead, ignoring the triumph as she cuddled into me.
"It's not silly when I like to feel you next to me. Do I snore?" I asked, sitting back and pulling her up to join me.
She smiled, and something in the picture of her—straw in her hair, pleasure coloring her features, and the gentle, fond expression—struck me hard in the chest. "No. Sometimes you purr. But I like that sound," she admitted, looking down at her own lap.
She snored. I wouldn't tell her. I wasn't that stupid. And it was just a little sound, a low and quiet chuff and drone, like a cat dozing in the sun. I wanted to hear it again.
"I…I like this too," she murmured, fiddling the leather ties at my collar.
I didn't regret the turn my "simple kiss" had taken this afternoon, but I wanted us entirely undressed at the next possible opportunity. "Cuddling?" I asked.
She blushed and frowned at the same time, opening her mouth for a moment and then closing it and shaking her head. "Never mind."
I tightened my arms around her waist. "Oh, no, you don't. Tell me, or I'll guess."
"There are men waiting for me to leave so they can get back to work," she huffed, pressing at my shoulders and not gaining an inch of ground. "What a bully you are."
"You like rutting like a couple of youths in an empty stable stall?" I tried.
She looked away from me and hummed, shrugging. "Something like that. Go on, let me go."
"You like making me gush inside my own kilt and make a mess of myself?" I continued.
She laughed at that. "I do, as a matter of fact. There. You have it."
