She shuddered, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as he buried his face between her legs. His beard scratched the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, the contrast of rough and soft sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. He lapped at her like a man starving, his tongue flicking over her folds before sucking it into his mouth. Her hips jerked, her body arching toward him, but his grip on her curves kept her in place, his fingers digging into her flesh as he devoured her.
“Ye taste so good,”he groaned against her, the vibrations making her whimper. She could feel her orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly, but just as she teetered on the edge, he pulledback, standing with a wicked grin. His lips glistened with her arousal, his eyes dark with lust.“Yer turn.”
He undressed with practiced ease freeing his manhood. It sprang out, thick and flushed, the head already slick with pre-come. She didn’t need to be told twice. Dropping to her knees, she took him in her hands, marveling at the weight of him, the way his veins pulsed beneath her fingertips.
She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, swirling around the crown before taking him into her mouth. He hissed, his hands flying to her hair, fingers tangling in the strands as she hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper. She hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tremble, and when she pulled back to breathe, he groaned,
“Ye’re going tae make me come like that.”
She smirked up at him, her lips swollen and wet, before standing and pushing him down onto the bed.
“Nae yet,”she purred, echoing his earlier words. He sat, his manhood jutting upward, and she straddled him, her fingers wrapping around his shaft to guide him to her entrance.
She sank down slowly, her breath hitching as he stretched her, filled her completely. His hands gripped her hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh as she began to ride him, her breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, their breaths mingling in ragged gasps. She could feel him everywhere—inside her, beneath her, his hands branding her skin. But then, with a growl, he flipped them, pinning her beneath him. His manhood drove into her with relentless precision, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep inside. She cried out, her nails raking down his back. Her body tightening around him and she shattered, her folds clenching around him as her orgasm ripped through her.
He followed with a groan, his manhood twitching as he spilled inside her, his release hot and thick. They lay there, breathless, their chests heaving in unison, skin still slick with sweat. Tòrr's fingers traced lazy patterns on her shoulder, his breathing gradually slowing.
"We're goin' tae be late fer dinner," he murmured eventually.
"We're already late." She pressed a kiss to his chest. "Though I suppose we should clean up before anyone sees us like this."
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Dinner had been set fer a family meal rather than the usual gathering of the entire household. Just the six of them—Tòrr, Michael, Daemon, and their three sisters—seated around one end of the long table with food spread between them. Liliane had stayed in their chambers to rest before their trial.
Catherine was the first to break the carefully maintained pleasantries.
"So when are ye leavin'?" She set down her cup with more force than necessary. "And dinnae pretend ye dinnae ken what I'm askin' about. The entire keep's been buzzin' about riders and scouts and increased patrols."
Tòrr exchanged glances with his brothers. "Dawn tomorrow. We move fer Foulis tae retrieve Nessa."
The sisters went very still. Even Alyson, usually unflappable, paled slightly.
"That's soon," Sofia said quietly. "I thought ye needed more time tae plan."
"Circumstances changed. Munro's got men watchin' our borders, waitin' tae see what we'll dae." Tòrr kept his voice matter-of-fact. "We need tae move before he can strengthen his defenses."
"And Liliane?" Catherine's eyes were sharp. "She's goin' with ye?"
"Aye. It was her condition fer agreein' tae wait this long." He saw the protest forming on Catherine's face and held up a hand. "I've trained her. She'll be disguised, heavily guarded, and kept well back from any actual fightin'. But she needs tae be there fer her sister."
"That's dangerous." Alyson's voice was steady but her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her wine. "Fer both of ye. If Munro discovers ye're there."
"Then we'll handle it." Michael's voice was firm. "We've planned fer every contingency we could think of. And we're nae goin' in reckless."
"Just goin' in." Sofia looked between her brothers. "Intae enemy territory, tae steal a laird's daughter from under his nose."
"Tae rescue a child from a man who'd sell her like livestock," Tòrr corrected. "There's a difference."
"Tell that tae Munro when he comes fer revenge."
"If he comes fer revenge, he'll find Daemon here with a full garrison of warriors." Tòrr gestured to his youngest brother. "And Michael and I will return as soon as we can."
"Wait." Catherine's eyes went wide. "Daemon's nae goin' with ye?"
"Someone needs tae stay," Daemon said calmly. "Protect the keep. Protect ye three. Make sure if this is some elaborate trap, there's still a MacDonald laird standin' when the dust settles."
