He gave her what she wanted, his hips snapping against hers, the slap of skin on skin filling the tent. Pleasure coiled low in her belly, her orgasm building with every drag of his manhood, every grind of his pelvis against her clit.
“Alpin—I’m—”she gasped, her body trembling on the edge.
“Let go,mo leannan,”he commanded, his voice a dark rasp.“Come for me.”
And she did.
The orgasm crashed over her, her back arching off the furs as her sensitive spot clenched around him, her walls milking his manhood.
She surpressed another cry, her nails scoring lines down his back as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body.
Alpin groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, his manhood swelling inside her.
“Mhairi…”
His release hit him hard, his body stiffening as he buried himself to the hilt, his cum pulsing deep inside her.
She felt every hot jet of it, her own climax prolonging as he filled her, his hips jerking against hers.
He collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the furs, his breath coming in ragged gasps against her neck.
She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tracing the damp skin of his back, the muscles still twitching from exertion. His manhood softened inside her, but neither of them moved to separate.
Not yet.
“Me laird,”she murmured, her voice soft, her lips brushing against his shoulder.
He lifted his head, his dark eyes warm as he tucked a strand of sweat-damp hair behind her ear. His thumb traced her bottom lip, his touch gentle.
“Me lady,”he replied, his voice rough but tender.
He kissed her then, slow and deep, his tongue tangling with hers like he had all the time in the world.
And in that moment, with the quiet of the tent wrapping around them like a cocoon, the rest of the world ceased to exist.
There was only them, the warmth of his body against hers, the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm, the way his lips moved against hers like a vow.
She was his. And he was hers.
Forever.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
"He's comin’."
Duncan's words cut through the morning quiet like a blade. Alpin looked up from the supply inventory he'd been reviewing to find his scout standing in the tent entrance, rain dripping from his cloak, his expression grim.
"Ashcombe?" Alpin asked, though he already knew the answer.
"Aye, me laird. Messenger just returned from his camp. Brought this." Duncan held out a sealed letter, the wax bearing Ashcombe's ducal crest.
Alpin took it, breaking the seal with deliberate calm despite the ice flooding through his veins. Beside him, Mhairi had gone very still, her hands frozen in the act of folding bandages.
He scanned the contents quickly, his jaw tightening with each line.
"MacDougal,
Your letter was received and noted. I appreciate your passion, though I find your reasoning misguided. The girl was legallypurchased. Your continued interference constitutes theft under both English and Scottish law.
