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Chapter 14

Evander stiffened at the knock, even as May pulled herself free and backed toward the screen in the corner of his room. “Aye?” His voice was hoarse, and he coughed to clear his throat. “Who is it?”

“’Tis Killian. Are ye decent?”

“Aye.” He was, barely, and he cursed soundly in his head as he tried to will his arousal to go down. It wasn’t easy, not with the knowledge that May was standing on the other side of the changing screen.

The door opened to reveal the MacPherson heir, still fully dressed despite the hour. Killian eyed his state of undress and made a wry expression. “I was coming tae see if ye’d like tae spar with me a bit, and perhaps take a look at our night defenses and see if there’s aught tae improve, but…” He trailed off.

“I thank ye fer the courtesy. However, I’m fair wearied, and I was just about tae go tae bed.” Evander made an offhand motion toward the large bed behind him.

Killian’s mouth quirked upward. “Aye. I can see that, and it’s clear ye’ve other things tae be taking care o’ fer the night.”

Evander flushed, knowing the other man had noticed his erection despite his best efforts to calm it. “Ye ken how it is…”

“I ken well enough. And I trust ye’ve matters well in hand.” Evander felt his blush darken further at the teasing comment. “If ye need a serving lass tae aid ye, I ken a few that might be more than willing. Or will thoughts o’ yer bonny lass at home dae ye well enough?”

Dear God, if I ever thought I’d die of embarrassment, it’d be now.

“I dinnae need any assistance, thank ye. Just some peace so I can rest.” His face felt like it might catch on fire, and he could scarcely imagine what May was thinking.

“Then I’ll leave ye tae take care o’ yerself, and wish ye a pleasant evening.” Killian’s smile widened. “Enjoy yerself as much as ye like, the walls are thick enough.” He disappeared through the door before Evander could think of any suitable response.

Evander backed to the bed and sat down on it heavily. He felt as if he’d been standing too close to the fire, with how red his face was. He wondered if Killian would have been so teasing and lighthearted if he’d known the real reason for his current state. Or that his sister was only a few feet away, listening to everything they said.

The shuffle of the screen moving to one side drew his attention to May, who was cautiously emerging from behind the shelter of the panels. To his surprise, she didn’t look offended or outraged. Instead, she looked more confused. “Evander…”

“Aye?” He shifted back onto the bed, changing positions a little to ease the ache in his groin. May hesitantly came over to sit beside him. “What is it?”

“What was me braither talking about? Yer condition, and needing tae take care o’ something... and why did he think ye might need a maid tae assist ye?”

Evander swallowed hard. This wasn’t a conversation he’d ever imagined having with her. How could she not know? Then he remembered what she’d told him in the cave. “Ye’ve never given yerself pleasure?”

“I didnae ken that was something that could be done.” May stared at him.

“It is, fer men at least. ‘Tis nae uncommon for men tae be aroused by dreams, or other things’Tis also nae uncommon fer a man tae give himself pleasure, tae relax o’ an evening, if there’s nae woman tae share his bed.”

He wasn’t going to tell her how often he’d done so, nor how often his fantasies and dreams had been about her, in his arms and in his bed. May’s brow furrowed. “And Killian thought ye were…?”

“Dreaming o’ a pretty lass and giving myself some attention, aye.”

May shifted on the bed, her eyes flicking to his erection and away again. “I’ve never... I…” Her cheeks darkened with a deep blush. “Could ye show me?”

“Show ye?” Evander raised an eyebrow. “Ye want tae watch me…?” He gestured to his manhood.

May nodded. Evander considered the matter. He’d rather be making love to her, but if this was what May wanted, he had no problem showing her what he liked. “All right.”

He rose from the bed and undid his kilt, then lay back down. “Here. Come lay beside me.”

May settled tentatively beside him, and Evander let his gaze roam over her, taking in the curves of her hips and breasts, the way the fabric of her blouse shifted when she breathed. He drank in the sight of her kiss-reddened lips, and the blush that still adorned her cheeks. He felt himself harden further, shaft stiffening at his groin to the point that it ached.

He kept his eyes on May as he slid one hand down his chest and his stomach to his groin and wrapped his hand around his hardened member. The pressure of his hand made him shudder as sparks shot from his groin to his brain, hips flexing against his grip as he began to slide his hand up and down in a leisurely pace. With every stroke, he shifted his hand a little, letting the friction from the calluses on his palms and fingers drag trails of heat across the sensitive flesh with every motion. The heat and pressure were nothing like the feeling of May, but they were pleasurable nonetheless, and he let himself relax into the familiar sensations.

Then a hand fell on his, stilling his movement. He blinked eyes that he didn’t realize he’d closed, and saw May’s hand covering his. “Let me?”

Evander moved his hand away, his breath stuttering in his chest as May’s softer, smaller hand closed around his straining shaft. “Och, a little firmer grip... that’s right. That’s…” The words trailed off in a groan as she moved her hand, stroking his shaft as he’d done. Where his touch had sent sparks dancing through his blood, hers seemed to set him on fire, heat curling through him with every stroke.

Her hand faltered, and he shook his head. “I’m all right. Keep going.”

“What else can I dae?” Her voice was bright with curiosity, and it very nearly undid him and made him come right then. He fisted his hands into his sheets and swallowed hard.

“Slide yer hand up, and stroke yer thumb across the head o’ the shaft, where the moisture is beading up. Aye... just like… that…” the words came out in a gasp, his hips arching helplessly as she caressed him. “Och... ye…” He took a deep breath. “That feels... ye dinnae ken... there arenae words…”

He swallowed hard again and he swore as soft fingers caressed and fondled him, head back against the pillows as pleasure danced like lightning through his veins. “Och, aye... like that... just like that... and stroke with yer other hand…” He groaned. “May…”

Her hand stilled at the base of his shaft and he panted for breath, both grateful for the reprieve and aching for more. His body felt afire with need and desire, and it took everything he had to lay where he was, letting May set the pace.

His eyes were closed as he tried to control himself, and he was entirely unprepared for her tongue to stroke across the tip of his shaft. His entire body jolted, his eyes flying open as he swore. “Gods above... May…”

“Did I dae something wrong?”

“Nay.” His heart was hammering in his chest, his hands white-knuckled against the sheets. “I just wasnae expecting…” The words cut off with a strangled groan as she bent her head to his member again and licked tentatively, then with more confidence.

She clearly remembered how he’d pleasured her the night before with his mouth. Evander cursed again as her mouth slid over the head of his shaft, sucking slightly, the way he’d done to her pleasure center in the healer’s cottage. “May... May…”

He couldn’t manage more than her name as her tongue flicked over him, teasing and tasting. Her inexperience was clear, but somehow, that made it even more pleasurable. The knowledge that she was doing this for him, that he was the only man she’d ever done this with, or for, was like a drink of potent liquor, washing through his veins in a tide of heat that rendered him nearly insensate.

He could feel the heat and the pleasure spiraling through him, winding tighter around him like an inferno, and knew he was on the edge of his release. “May... ye need tae stop…”

May lifted her head, her eyes filled with confusion. “Evander, why…?”

For a moment, she thought she’d hurt him, though she’d been trying to be gentle. Then Evander took her shoulders and shifted his hips, rolling them so that she was pinned beneath him, held gently but firmly as one hand lifted to caress her cheek.

“I dinnae want tae find me release in yer mouth. I want tae find it inside ye.” His thumb stroked over her chin, then his palm slid down her throat. His fingers tangled briefly in the laces of her bodice before they came undone and his hands caressed a line between her breasts, down her stomach to her belly, then lower, to stroke the fabric over her sex. “I want tae feel ye, every inch o’ ye as I drive ye mad with pleasure, and then I want tae come inside ye, wrapped in yer heat as I claim ye fer mine.”

His other hand slid down to her hips, then both hands slid lower as Evander caressed her thighs, then slid his hands under her skirt and her chemise and pushed them up to her waist to expose her most secret places. One hand slid inward, thumb teasing her navel briefly before he stroked his palm over the curls that covered her sex. May shivered, thighs parting involuntarily under his touch as his fingers caressed her sex.

Evander made a strangled noise, half a groan and half a growl. “Ye’re so ready,” he bent close to her, his forehead touching hers as his voice roughened and his hand continued to stroke her. “Dae ye ken how much it affects me, tae ken ye’re so ready fer me? That ye want me? Tae feel how ready ye are fer me touch? It’s enough tae drive a man mad.”

One finger slid past the lips of her sex and stroked the inner folds. May shivered and rolled her hips into his hand, wanting more, and Evander chuckled, the sound like smoke and velvet in her ears. His finger stroked deeper, and his thumb moved to tease her pleasure center. Heat and desire shot through her like a lance of fire, into her core. May gasped, writhing against his hand as he continued to stroke her.

A second finger joined the first, pressing deeper into her, stretching her inner walls around his hand, and May arched her back. She felt like she would come apart, undone by the feel of his fingers alone as he slid them in and out of her.

“That’s right. I want tae see every move ye make, every expression on yer face. Everything ye feel as I pleasure ye. I want tae ken that nae other man will ever give ye this, ever again.”

His hand stilled as he leaned closer. “Tell me May. Tell me nay other man will ever be able tae make ye feel this way.”

“Nay other…” She felt breathless, body aching for more, and she almost keened as his hand slid away from her, leaving her aching and wanting. “Evander, please…”

“I want tae see all o’ ye, May.” His hands slid under her clothing again, guiding it up. May lifted her arms so he could pull it over her head and toss it aside, leaving her bare before him.

Evander slid his hands down her arms. “I love how ye look at me, how ye look just lying here, waiting fer me. Fer me tae dae whatever I wish…” He kissed her, long and slow and deep. Then kissed her again, on the point of her jaw, then the pulse point of her throat, making her jump a little at the pressure. His tongue flicked over the scar on her shoulder, and the small mark there that hadn’t yet faded, from their loving the night before. “Everything about ye drives me mad with desire.”

His knee slid between her thighs as he shifted position to cover her, his erection hard and hot against her sex as it slid slowly inside her. May arched her back and her hips, trying to take him in further, until their bodies were pressed together, his bollocks soft against her buttocks. For a moment, they lay there, Evander buried to the hilt inside her, his manhood stretching and filling her innermost channel, then he began to move, setting up a steady, strong rhythm. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure and heat through her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge as they rocked together.

“Ye’re so tight, so hot and soft around me – like velvet and fire, and I cannae get enough o’ ye….” Evander’s words were husky, his voice rough and broken as his breath came in sharp, panting bursts to match his movements. His chest gleamed with perspiration, his eyes hot with desire as he claimed her.

“The feel o’ ye... the scent o’ ye... the sight o’ ye, with me... how many nights I’ve imagined this…” Evander’s voice broke with a rough, guttural sound and he bent his head to her ear, lips slightly rough.

She was burning, melting around him, caught in a sea of fiery pleasure she couldn’t endure much more of. Her whole body felt as if it would burst into flame, the pleasure driving her past the ability to speak, to do anything other than move her body with his and breathe.

Without warning, Evander’s right hand moved, to trace a sensitive scar on her side before his palm cupped her breast. His thumb and forefinger tweaked the nipple, sending a sharp jolt of sensation through her.

The sudden stimulation was too much, and May felt herself convulse with her release, back arching and inner walls clenching around Evander’s shaft as her climax caught her up in a wave of white-hot pleasure.

Evander’s hips stuttered, another sharp noise resonating from his chest as he stiffened in his own release. The feel of his seed, pumping deep into her core, sent another wave of pleasure through her, and the world vanished in a haze of heat and sensation

May regained awareness with Evander beside her, feeling as if all her bones had turned to water, as if she was swimming in honey. Her mind felt clear, but her body felt weary, filled with lassitude.

She knew she should rise, should leave before anyone could see her, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. Instead, she smiled, curled herself closer to Evander’s warmth, and slept.

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