From clips.
“Do ye trust me?” His tongue is running down my throat as I nod mindlessly, still staring at the nipple clamps.
Aye, I know what they are. Even though Kenna once teased me that I was such a square she wassurprised I wasn’t shaped like one. I nod again.
“Give me words.”
“Aye. I mean, aye, I do.”
Lucas drops gracefully to his knees, sucking one nipple and then the other until they’re diamond hard, painfully needy as he holds my gaze. Holding up one clip, he puts it gently on my nipple as I suck in a breath. Not bad, a pinch. Then, the other. Itstings.When he flicks them, however, it’s like a lightning bolt shot from my breasts between my legs, a wet, throbbing feeling, insistent like a drumbeat.
“Beautiful.” He rises and walks behind me, putting his arms around me and flicking my breasts again, the weighted cat charms swinging, tugging on my excruciatingly sensitive nipples. “Put your hands behind your back.”
There’s a rasp of lace and I know he’s using my own knickers against me, binding my wrists. His chin rests on my shoulder, and he takes my jaw, pushing lightly to make me look at what he’s seeing, the silver gleam of the clamps. “Ye can always halt this,” he bites my earlobe. “Say‘marmalade,’and everything stops.”
I suck in a breath, trying not to laugh. I hate marmalade, he knows this. Definitely no mistaking that safe word.
“Understand?”
“Aye,” I remember to speak, though even those three letters cost me some effort. One huge hand circles my throat and the other cups my pussy as he slides two fingers inside me, hooking them hard against that painfully sensitive spot and grinds the heel of his hand against my clitoris. His fingers piston in and out and oh, god, I’m shocked to feel an orgasm already barreling through me. The painful bite of the clamps isn’t holding it back at all.
“You’ll come when I say.” His fingers move faster and I’m squeezing my thighs mindlessly trying to keep them inside me. “And when ye do, I take off the clamps.” It’s an explosion of sensation. So much of everything crashing together. “Three... Two…”
Rising on tiptoe again, I try to get away from it. Or I want it harder oh, feck I dinnae know anything but when he says, “One,” I come, moaning and shaking and the feel of numb to bright, sparking pain in my nipples sends me back into the storm again. More bliss and pain and he scoops me up, curling around me on the bed, whispering what a good girl I am, so sweet, so strong and beautiful.
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Thrawn - Scottish slang for a tough or strong person.
In the bare scud - Scottish slang for naked.
Chapter Twenty-Six
In which there is fish and chips and girl talk.
Catriona…
“Feck. Feckity fecking feck feck feck!”
Slamming my hands against the counter, I push my wheeled stool back.
“There’s a lass who’s done in, scunnered.” Kenna strolls in, plopping a big bag of takeaway on my desk.
“This fecking antidote…” I irritably roll up my hair into a sloppy bun, skewering it with a thin glass thermometer. “Even with all the research and trials I stole from Dubois, I canna get it right. I thought I could do it, I was so close when I was back at the castle…”
“You and Lucas have only been back in town for two weeks or so.” She takes a box of fish and chips out of the bag, handing it to me. “Must I remind ye that Rome wasn’t built in a day?”
“Must I remind ye that Rome could fall in a day ifthis poison gets out?” Pulling off my gloves, I eye my fingers dubiously. “I should probably wash my hands.”
“Ye work in a laboratory full of deadly poisons, ye eejit! Aye, go wash your hands!”
When I need a good round of whinging, I call Kenna. She’s my closest cousin in age and possessed with supernatural powers when it comes to helping me sort myself out.
She patiently waits until I’ve gobbled my way through most of my chips and some of hers before asking, “Really, now. How are ye doing?”
“Fine.”
“I’m sensing a ‘but’ there.” She hands me a water bottle.
