Page 45 of Tair

He stroked her back and her bottom as if he were trying to soothe her. It had the opposite effect, making Lucy’s hands clench on his shoulders, and the peaks of her breasts bead against his muscles. She wanted to forget about everything but being with Tair, and taking him inside her where she had been so empty for too long.

Lucy opened her eyes. “I still don’t know if I can be your lover, Tair.”

“Use me, then.” He pulled her hips against his. “All I desire now, ’tis your softness clenched around me. For now or forever.”

She gripped his shoulders, lifting up as he positioned her, and then sank down on his hard, swollen cock. He seemed even bigger now than he had their first time, but she was so excited that she took every inch of him as he gave her one long, deep stroke. Holding him inside her pussy, she squeezed around his heavy shaft, making him groan.

The heated water churned around them as he carried her to a nearby, well-worn rock shelf, placing her there as he tugged her thighs higher. Lucy found a soft bed of moss behind her and lay back, raising her knees so he could come even deeper into her.

“Aye, ’tis what I want—to come so far inside that you cannae remember the emptiness before I took you.” When she shuddered and arched her back he laughed, a low, sexy sound. “Beware your choice, Lucy Brooke, for if you become mine I shall fack you until my seed paints your very flesh.”

Something wild inside her made her push him back as he withdrew from her, and she turned and crawled out of the water. When he caught her by the ankle and dragged her back she drew him up on the shelf, and then went down on her knees and took him into her mouth. Looking up at him as she sucked his cock, she saw the dark delight and rough lust warring in his eyes.

“Paint me,” Lucy said after releasing him and stroking his shaft with her hand. “I want to wear you all over me.”

Her urging made his cock swell beneath her fingers, and he let out a rasping sound as he came. Lucy reveled in her power to do this to him as she kept caressing him and letting his seed fall in long, silky ribbons over her throat and breasts.

Almost the moment he finished Tair seized her and tossed her back on the embankment, coming down on top of her legs as he put his mouth to her pussy. The hot press of his velvety tongue against her clit made Lucy clamp her hand over her mouth just in time to muffle a scream, and then she was writhing with the impossible billowing pleasure inside her as he sucked her nub and penetrated her with his fingers. On and on it went, even after she shattered from a huge climax, and then he shifted up over her and started fucking her again.

The delicious, unstoppable torment of his cock shafting her made her buck and hit him, but Tair caught her wrists and pinned them to the grass as he went on pumping into her.

“Tell me you cannae love me, and I shall accept,” he said, panting the words. “Only ken that you need me, mo bhana-bhuidseach òir. I’m the man you’ve sought, aye? And never found until that facking rag brought you to me. I’m your every wish. You shallnae shed your garments or bathe or even look at me without remembering my mouth, my hands, my cock taking you. ’Twill become your torment.”

Lucy’s vision grew blurred as he hammered into her, and tears of sweet bliss spilled down her cheeks as Tair drove into her one last time and pumped his cream deep into her core. The climax with which she welcomed him seemed to go on for hours, their bodies shaking badly as he collapsed and rolled onto his side with her. She pressed herself to him, so full of emotion she couldn’t speak.

The sky cleared, and a beautiful rainbow arched over the meadow.

It was madness, doing this—and no matter what she decided, she would never regret it for the rest of her life.

Cath waited until the laird and his woman dressed before he retreated from the edge of the meadow. It had not been his intention to watch Tair swive Lucy, and when they began he’d turned his back on the sight. He’d stood guard, however, because the laird was too enraptured by his blonde wench to pay attention to their surroundings.

I’m your every wish.

Once they lay embraced after their second coupling, Cath soundlessly walked to where the laird had left his horse tethered on the trail. Knowing Tair would find it and use the beast to ride back to the loch, he considered spending the night in the village with a widow who had always welcomed him. He appreciated her generous nature, but he also knew she needed to remarry or risk becoming a target for men who saw every female alone as theirs for the taking.

The mortal realm might greatly improve, Cath thought, if he could end such cowardly bastarts.

He walked back to the market, halting for a moment outside the dingy tavern before continuing on. Out of respect for the lady he came in through her back door, and found the cozy little home empty. As was his habit he put on the kettle and prepared a simple pottage from the vegetables he’d brought with him. While slicing a loaf of Ronan’s oat bread to go with the stew Cath heard the door open, and then smiled at his tall, buxom lover.

“What do you here, my lord?” Eilish asked as she removed her shawl and hung it by the fire, grimacing as she did. “You neednae cook for me. I ken what you favor.”

“I wish pamper you, my lady.” He bowed to her, expecting the jest to make her smile. She only gave him a troubled look. “What’s amiss?”

“You saw the runaway horse at market?” When he nodded Eilish’s lips thinned. “After you lot left, Bram Tanner brought the beast to the stables, so that auld Joss might check for sickness. Joss found a fresh stab wound in the nag’s flank.”

He went still. “Who went near Bram’s cart?”

“Most of the village and the nearby crofts turn out for market,” the widow said as she went into the kitchen. “I saw the new magistrate and his wife in their fine carriage. His guards came to help themselves to our wares, mayhap one of them wished to make mischief.”

Cath’s position as war master required him to safeguard Gealladh, their vassals and the clan, but no MacRune could be more important than Tair. He recalled seeing Fifer MacAlen approach Tair and then save Lucy from being trampled. Had he ordered his men to stab the horse in order to play the hero? “What of the MacAlen?”

“I didnae see the laird.” She returned with a jug of cider, which she placed on the table before grimacing again. “I cannae invite you stay with me henceforth, my lord. I’m expecting my swain tonight, and we shall soon wed.”

“Of course.” Cath had greatly enjoyed the time he’d spent with Eilish, so he reached for his purse.

“Please dinnae offer me coin,” the widow said quickly. “I’m no’ a hoor.”

“I wish to give you a wedding gift.” When she shook her head he gave her a rueful look. “What more may I do for you, then, my friend?”