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Now, however… “Open the door and everybody get out who isn’t my wife!”

I bury my face in my hands as all my new family members howl with laughter.

“Told you,” Sorcha says as she opens the door.

“Wait, don’t open it-”

Too late. Lachlan strides in, looking amazing in his MacTavish kilt and grinning lecherously. The traitors I was beginning to like all swiftly file out the door with false promises to be back soon.

He shuts and locks the door, and we’re alone.

***

“This is not happening!”

I put the silk-covered, ornamental fainting couch between Lachlan and me. He puts a hand on his impeccably tailored tuxedo jacket.

“I dinna ken what you mean. I’m here to check on my sweet bride.”

“I have heard what happens when a MacTavishcheckson his bride,” I warn, moving left toward the potential safety of the bathroom.

He has the audacity to laugh. “I see my sisters-in-law have been talking. I got a message from Captain Steve, your brother and sister just landed. They should be here in twenty minutes or so. Just enough time.”

“Just enough time for what?”

If I fake left, I can make it into the bathroom…

Lachlan takes advantage of my two seconds of distraction and simply lifts the couch out of his way and seizes me.

“As you heard, it’s my job as your husband and a MacTavish to keep you relaxed and calm.” He hooks his arm around my waist, lifting me easily.

Kicking my feet fiercely, I try to eel loose from his grasp, but his damned arm is like steel. “I don’t want you to go down on me while everyone is outside knowing exactly what we’re doing! Oh, my god! Do you think yourparentsknow?”

He’s laughing.Laughing.And then throwing me on the bed and flipping my skirt up over my face. I yelp a little as his arms hook around my thighs, prying them open.

“Don’t you remember how much better you felt when I ate you out before you called your family? Just lie back. I can feel your pulse racing, right here, baby.” His mouth is on my femoral artery, his tongue tracing the soft skin on my inner thigh.

Jamming my knuckles against my mouth, I think,I will not give him the satisfaction of making me come. I’m going to hold it together and-

“Oh god…”

His tongue is spearing up inside me and his stubbly chin is rubbing against my clitoris. Damn him and his magical mouth! He’s making greedy, pleased sounds like burying his face in my pussy is the highlight of his day which would be flattering in any other circumstance that did not involve the entirety of Clan MacTavish just outside that open window.

“Next time,” he murmurs, “I’m going to make you sit on my face. But since we’re on a wee bit of a schedule, I’m going to stay down here until you give me what I want.”

“This is a horrible idea and I hate you so much,” I groan, the words muffled by my fist.

Two long fingers slide inside me, curling and seeking the spots he found yesterday, knowing already what’s going to make me moan. Lachlan - the beautiful, unhinged demon that he is - captures my clitoris between his lips again, tugging gently, and then not so gently as he drives another finger inside me and slaps my ass hard. I’m still sore from last night and my thighs try to snap together, but he’s wedged his wide shoulders between them.

“Aye, it’s possible you hate me,” he agrees, lips still fastened around my painfully sensitive pearl, “but you love how I make you feel. Come for me baby, and I’ll let you fix your hair and straighten your dress.”

His thumb, already slick from playing with me, slides back to my ass, pressing against my suddenly anxious pucker. “Has anyone taken you here?”

“Wha- no!” That hand wedged in my mouth isn’t doing much and the other has found its way down to his thick, dark hair, pulling it hard enough to elicit a groan from him.

Lachlan can apparently multi-task, which is a shock since I think he could be the poster child for Adderall. He checks his watch as his fingers move faster inside of me. “Ten minutes. That means Zed and Elana are nearly here.”

“Don’t say their names when you’re trying to make me come,” I gasp, back arching as he hits just the right spot. His black gaze notes this and he moves his hand faster.