“Mmmm.”
I snuggled closer.
“Where are we?”
“Safe.”
He kissed the top of my head.
“Tomorrow morning we’ll board the birlinn, and ye’ll be sleeping in our bed by tomorrow night.”
That sounded lovely.
“Home,” I sighed.
“Aye, Mate.Home.”
I smiled against his chest, especially when his hand fell to my arse, squeezing one round globe. The last few days had moved quickly. In the aftermath of the battle for Islay, he’d introduced me to the clan as his Mate, and the welcome had been overwhelming. I’d cried, standing there in front of them and receiving their respect…and that seemed to endear me to them even more.
I’d cried that night again, when Vrogul had made love to me so gently I thought I might suffocate on my love for him.
“I love ye, Mate,” he murmured, kneading my arse. “Ye did so well today. I was proud to have ye at my side.”
When I shifted against him, I could feel his hardness beneath his kilt.
“Not as proud as I was ofyou, Mate.”
My fingers caressed his side, loving the way he shuddered—from my touch, or the way I claimed him? S“You were magnificent.”
“Lass,” he growled, clamping a hand over mine. “If ye keep that up, ye’ll no’ be able to go to sleep for a long while.”
Grinning wickedly, I slid one leg over his, knowing from experience this last fortnight how easily a set of skirtsora kilt could be flipped up for fooking.
His hand squeezed my arse again and I felt his cock throb against my hip through the wool of his kilt. I shifted, pressing my body more fully against his, letting him feel my heat, my need.
“Rowena,” he breathed, my name a prayer on his lips.
His hands moved to the laces of my bodice, working them loose with practiced ease. The fabric loosened, and he gently tugged it down, scooping my breasts free from their confines. The cool air hit my skin, tightening my nipples, and I shivered.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his hands cupping my breasts reverently. His thumbs brushed over the peaks, circling them, teasing them until I arched into his touch.
“Every part of ye is perfect, Mate. Perfect for me.”
He shifted beneath me, rolling us so I was on my back and he was propped on one elbow beside me. His mouth descended to my breast, his tongue flicking over onenipple before he drew it into his mouth. The suction was gentle, worshipful, and I gasped, my fingers tangling in his braids, acutely aware of the males murmuring outside our little haven.
Vrogul’s tusks pressed against the soft flesh of my breast as he lavished attention on one peak, then the other. He took his time, as if we had all the hours in the world, as if naught existed beyond this tent and our bodies.
“I love the sounds ye make,” he whispered against my skin. “The way ye gasp when I touch ye here.”
His teeth grazed my nipple gently.
“The way ye moan when I do this.”
He sucked harder, and Ididmoan, unable to hold back the sound.
His free hand skimmed down my side, over my hip, catching the hem of my gown and pushing it up my thigh. His palm was warm and rough as it slid higher, caressing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. When he reached the apex of my legs, cupping my core, I was already wet for him.
“Always so ready,” he praised, his fingers stroking through my folds. “My perfectdkaar. My Rowena.”
