He licked gently at first, her feminine scent and taste pleasing—intoxicating.
Keely buried her fingers in his hair, pleading for him to stop at the same time she pressed his head to her core. It made him smile inside, letting him know she wanted this—him—them.
“Alex. Please. What are ye doing?”
If she required further explanation… He let go of one of her arse cheeks and quickly sunk a finger inside her, stroking in rhythm with his tongue. Her legs stiffened and she cried out again and again. But he dinna relent. Nay, she would peak in his mouth, and then he’d steal her kisses, and lick her again.
Seconds later, a faint pulse started, and he sucked the little nub harder.
“Alex!”
Her body went rigid. Alex dinna stop caressing her, he welcomed her excitement. Once she stilled, the only sound in the chamber was her heavy breathing. He crawled up her spent body, finding her staring at the ceiling.
Words weren’t necessary as he continued to unlace her gown. She lifted her body so he could slide it off her, helping him with her shift next, and finally kicking off her silk slippers.
A low moan escaped Alex as he drank in every inch of her naked form. Not one detail escaped his admiration. From the shape of her breasts, flat stomach, the flare of her hips, even the tiny scar on her left knee—it all belonged to him now. She belonged to him. And now that he’d tasted her, heard her cry his name, felt the pulse of her pleasure, all he could think about was burying himself inside her—claiming her and ending the pain from the past.
He’d have waited a hundred years to have her—for her sheath was wet and tight and made for his pikk. Just like her sweet mouth was made for his lips and tongue. “Stand up, lass.”
She lowered her head, meeting his stare.
“Ye want me to get up?”
“Aye,” he said huskily. “I want to see ye—allof ye.”
She slowly climbed off the bed, standing before him.
Another man would have fallen in love with her at first sight, but another man wouldna have ever let her go. And he had, until tonight. He circled her, running his fingers over her warm skin, loving the velvety smoothness of her arms and back, the lines of her legs and that arse… that well-formed, delicious arse. Stopping behind her, he gripped his pikk and gave it a firm squeeze, groaning in need and pain. The image in his mind was filthy and purely animalistic, taking his bride in the same way a stallion mounts a mare.
He wrapped an arm about her waist, tugging her against him. The air around them crackled with dark desire. He kissed her neck, the top of her ear, licked her shoulder, and then pinched her nipples. Keely snaked her hand behind him, finding his cock and bollocks.
“Aye, lass. Touch me just like that. Give it a tender squeeze.”
She did.
“Do ye know what it’s like to wait so long, Keely? To dream of the night when all yer bloody dreams will come true?” Damn his weakness! He’d said too much, and it angered him. She must never know, dinna deserve to know how much he’d wanted her while he was away.
“Aye,” she whispered. “Those same dreams plagued my sleep every night.”
Her confession hit him in the heart. What he struggled to keep inside, she offered without hesitation. True feelings for him.
“Do ye love me, lass?”
She made no reply, but continued to provoke him with her touch.
Love had no place in this bedchamber. It would only complicate his simple plan. Duty over love—an heir to secure his clan’s future, that was all he owed Keely, his brother, sire, and the people celebrating in the great hall. That dinna mean he couldna enjoy getting his wife with child.
He walked Keely to the end of the bed, buried his face in her hair, and gathered her breasts in his hands. “Bend over the bed for me, lass. Spread those luscious legs for me.”
Keely remained ever responsive and eager to please.
Alex positioned himself at her entrance, running his fingers down her back. Then he fanned her dark tresses out and the sweet smell of heather filled the air. Testing her readiness, he gently pushed the tip of his member inside her. Aye, she was still wet, very wet. He pulled out and ran his fingers over her slick entrance. She pressed against him, urging him inside her.
“I am ready, Alexander, and know what to expect.”
She gripped the fur tightly, waiting.
“As ye wish, Wife.”
