“Now!” He claps his hands, making me jump. “I just need to relax you and we’ll get thisLatha na Bainnse,the big day back on track.”
Eyeing him suspiciously, I get off his lap. “What does that mean?”
Cormac stands, and I’m struck with the size of him again, so tall and broad, his huge shoulders filling out thatArgyllformal jacket so nicely. “It means that I would be no kind of husband to be letting my bride walk down the aisle in such a state.”
He stalks toward me, a filthy grin stretched across his full lips. Gently pushing me toward an open window, he rests my hands on the sill. “Look out there,” he says in a husky whisper, his hands sliding around my waist as he stands behind me. “Those are your people too. They’re making something special out there because my mother wants you to have a beautiful wedding even if I, her oldest son, is a… what did she call me? A bampot, awalloper, and then she finished it off by calling me a regular Heid-the-baw.”
“And that all means?” I ask, laughing uncontrollably.
“All variations of idiot, of course,” he says. I feel his fingers dip lower and realize this perverted, conniving bastard is raising my skirt. His hand pushes on my lower back and I feel his breath on my barely-covered center.
“What are- Cormac, stop!” I don’t dare shout at him, terrified that someone will look up.
“No one can see a thing, lass.” A thick finger hooks my lace undies and pulls them aside. “Just my sweet bride enjoying the sights and sounds of her wedding day.”
He’s got an iron grip on my hips and he’s put me in a position where I can’t move my hands without face-planting into the windowsill. “Don’t do this! Don’t!” His hot breath hits my pussy just before his lips and tongue do and I stifle a moan.
“Oh, I will do this, little fox, with your sweet tuft of auburn curls down here to tug on.” He does, and I jam my fist in my mouth as I feel his tongue drive up inside me. He groans, and I can feel the vibrations through my clitoris and I nearly come right then.
“Hmmm…” he growls, his thumb pressing down on my clit and moving in little circles.
A finger joins his tongue inside me and I whimper. “I can’t hold out, please…” Any form of language leaves me as his finger, wet from my pussy slides up to circle my ass, gently pushing just past the anxious pucker and inside me.
“Not tonight, but Iwillbe taking your ass soon,” he says, biting my left cheek. “Now, be my bad girl and come for me.” His mouth attacks me and it’s greedy and messy and I come just ashe ordered me to, swallowing down my screams, legs shaking and ready to collapse.
Cormac laces my corset - looser, thank god - and zips me up again, chuckling. “It’s like trying to dress a boneless chicken.”
“I hate you.”
Turning me to face him, he cups my face in his giant hands. “No, you don’t.” Holding my arms out, he looks me over in a slow and deeply flattering perusal. “You’re a vision, little fox.”
His mother came bustling in this morning with three different gowns. “This was the best I could do on short notice, dear. I believe any of these will fit you. Do you have a preference?” She was beautiful, Cormac got his jade-colored eyes from her and his steely demeanor. I couldn’t tell yet if she hated me or was merely indifferent about her eldest son bringing home a complete stranger to marry, but hopefully, I’d have time to soften her up.
The dresses were all lovely, but there was a simple satin sheath, champagne-colored with a long train that shouldn’t make sense but looked spectacular. Now that I’m all laced back in and zipped up, seeing Cormac leer appreciatively makes me just a bit like preening for him.
“Do you like the dress?”
“I’ll like it better when I get it off you, but you’re a bonny lass, you are.” Kissing me again, he leaves the room chuckling.
Sorcha strolls back in, grinning and Doris scurries back to her hair station, avoiding our eyes. “Ya feelin’ better?” My soon-to-be sister-in-law inquires solicitously.
“Shut up,” I mumble, my entire body on fire with mortification.
I’m all dressed and then some, my hair done in a complicated updo that restrains my curls except for the few that frame my face. I can hear the bagpipes cheerfully calling guests in from the front gate and the low murmur of voices below.
“Weren’t we supposed to start thirty minutes ago?” Sorcha checks her phone. “Cormac says to keep you off your feet for a few minutes, he says we’re running a bit late?” She snorts. “Nothing is late with my mother.”
Shaking my head, I look out at the full-blown masterpiece of a wedding laid out below us. “I believe you.”
“Aye,” she says, “she’s a mix of Martha Stewart and Mussolini.”
My phone buzzes and I see a text from Cormac.Come down, little fox. I can’t wait to make you mine. As I am yours.
“No, no!” Sorcha says, frantically waving her hands, “No tears! I’ll never get Doris back up here in time. That sentimental bastard, making ya’ cry right before you’re walkin’ down the aisle…”
At the bottom of the stairs, I don’t see my sour-faced father. I see my family. My Academy family. Tatiana and Lucca, Konstantin and Mariya, and Willow, who surges forward to kiss me with Meiying, Jun, and Athena hovering close.
“We’re sorry we’re so late!” Willow says, “Cormac sent his jet for us. There was turbulence and then some other shite and we had to land at another airport and-”
