Page 33 of Scot of Seduction

He moved his head to the crook of her neck. He placed such an open-mouthed kiss there that she grew weak at the knees, practically curling her whole weight into him, just so he would keep kissing her.

“I dinnae like the idea of ye daeing anything with him.” He moved his lips up her neck, finding a sweet spot just beneath her ear that drove her mad. “Ye’re mine, Cat.”

She knew she should have been furious. To be told she was his property was not right, yet her insides trembled with excitement.

“I’m nae yers,” she murmured. “Nae yet.”

The words worked as if they were casting a spell over him. Catreena found herself backed up against the table. He took hold of her waist and then lifted her onto the desk, parting her legs in one swift movement.

“Ye can be as loud as ye want today,” he whispered against her skin, kissing his way down her neck. “Nay one is close enough tae hear ye scream me name.”

She shivered with delight, leaning back and arching her body as he moved his head down towards her legs. She ended up resting back on the table on her elbows as he lifted her legs up around his hips, rocking into her once, then moving his lips down and dragging her dress up higher.

“Dinnae stop, Tad,” she begged, “dinnae stop.”

“I told ye that ye’d beg me,” he said hoarsely against the bare skin of her hip as he bundled the dress around her waist.

“Arrogant man!” she threw at him.

He chuckled against her skin, the vibration coursing through her body.

“Tell me what ye want me tae dae tae ye,” he whispered, huskily, his right hand now trailing a searing path up the inside of her thigh. He caught her knee, held it firmly wide, opening herself up to him. When she was completely exposed, she caught his eye, watching the hungry look in his expression. He stared at her as if she was somehow beautiful in this position. “What dae ye want?” he asked again.

“Touch me, Tad,” she pleaded. Reaching up a hand, she traced her fingers across his lips. He caught it and bit it playfully. “Please.”

“As ye wish.” Then he bent down between her legs.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The first flick of Tad’s tongue was just a tease to Catreena, a hint of what more could be done. The second touch was firmer, claiming that part of her body. Her hands flung backward, and she knocked over vials of herbs, but neither one of them cared enough to look. He started possessing her body with passion, plunging his tongue into her and rocking her on the table.

Catreena could hear the moans escaping her. They were out of her control, filling the air around her.

She couldn’t believe that she was doing this with Tad. Now that it was happening, she wondered why on earth they had not done this sooner. All that mattered now was that Tad keep doing it, exploring her, loving her in that way.

It wasn’t sport, as he had once called it. This was something infinitely deeper, and she knew that for Tad, it was no longer sport either now. Even as he explored her, his right hand gripped her hip tight. He was keeping her as close as possible, as if the thought of her escaping from his touch was impossible.

Even the mention of Callum had driven him wild. He had stopped mentioning her brothers and thought only of this instead.

“Tad, please,” she started to beg.

She knew what she wanted. She didn’t just want to know his tongue but wished to know everything.

“Talk tae me,” he said, moving his lips to her hip and whispering against her skin as his fingers drove into her center. He moved two inside of her, the sheer depth making her arch and gasp at the pleasure of his touch. “Beg me, and I’ll dae anything ye ask.”

“Dinnae stop,” she continued on, wishing to break his resolve. Last night, she thought there was a chance she was going to lose him, that the fire might have claimed him. She couldn’t bear the thought. She just wished to keep him, to be this close to him, without any thought of Cillian and his soldiers coming to hurt them.

He curled his fingers in such a way that made her hips threaten to rise off the table.

“Ah, Tad,” she moaned his name. “Please.” He moved up toward her, kissing her as his hand still pushed her, working her body toward that oblivion of pleasure she had only tasted once before. “Show me everything,” she pleaded.

“Ye may nae want that.”

“Oh, I ken what I want.”

“Nay, Cat.” He bent his head toward her, burying it in her neck and kissing her there as his fingers began to move faster. Her lips parted as breathy sounds escaped her. “I told ye a lover like a wolf isnae a bad thing, but I’d be rough, Catreena. It’s what I like. I like tae see ye undone by me touch. I’d take ye in every position I could think of. Here, like this, then on yer hands and knees in the middle of this room, with me behind ye. Then ye’d straddle me, with me hands on yer hips, guiding ye.”

His words were pure seduction. She wanted everything he said, needing it. She rocked her hips up into him.