Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

C ol entered Aihan’s bedchamber later that evening, trailed by the dogs, to find her sitting cross-legged on the bed in her tunic and pants with her eyes closed and her hands palm up on her knees.

The dogs settled themselves by the fire as he shut the door gently behind him. Aihan’s eyes sprang open, and she grinned at him.

“What are ye doing, lass?” he asked, approaching the bed. He’d washed, shaved, and changed into a robe tonight.

“Still mind,” she said. “Breathe, quiet mind,” she added, as if that would help.

He shook his head, mystified. And then recalled Merlow’s practice of—what did he call it? Meditation?

He moved closer, and she unfolded her legs and rose to strip off her tunic and pants before slipping beneath the covers. He shrugged off his robe and joined her. He wrapped his arms round her, pulling her close, and sighed. He’d missed touching her, he realised with a jolt. She raised her face for his kiss, and he sank into the delight of her mouth and the pleasure of her bare limbs tangled with his.

He kissed along her jaw to her neck and down to her breasts, his hands wandering over her body: breasts, waist, tummy, hips, bottom, and the damp prize between her legs. She made noises of encouragement, her mouth on his neck and shoulder, teeth and tongue sampling his skin, as his fingers speared her silky flesh and rubbed. His cock, half-hard before he even climbed into bed, stiffened and pulsed.

Col moved down her body, pressing kisses to her flat, muscular tummy, until he reached the thatch of crinkly black hair. Pushing her fully into her back, he positioned himself between her legs and set his mouth on her, glancing up to see her reaction as his tongue pierced her lips and he tasted her. She jerked and sighed. “Oh aye, that’s good Mac.” It was something he’d been thinking about all day, and he was pleased by her reaction. Settling to his task, he licked and stroked and suckled on her flesh until she was whimpering and writhing under him, her thighs alternately gripping his head and squeezing and falling open as she pushed up into his face. He brought a hand up to slide two fingers inside her and crook them to stroke the right place within.

She moaned her appreciation and rewarded his efforts shortly after with a shuddering climax.

“Ye like that, Hana?” he asked softly, sitting up and stroking his cock distractedly.

She nodded, and smiled lazily at him.

“Ye want same?” she asked, waving a hand at his groin. Fook yes! A surge of desire loosened his tongue.

“I wouldnae say no to yer mouth on me, Aihan, but I’d like to finish inside ye. I’ve a fancy to try ye under me like a bitch. Ye ken?” He’d been thinking about that all day too! He didn’t think his filthy suggestion would shock her. Nothing seemed to.

“Ah, dog?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Aye, would ye like that?” he asked, leaning over her and kissing her before she could answer.

When he broke the kiss eventually, she said, “Aye, like dog.”

He growled at that and kneed his way up her body to give her his cock, grabbing the headboard to steady himself as she took him in hand and swallowed the crown in one luscious swoop.

“Oh fook!” he moaned, his head going back and his eyes closing. “That’s so good, lass,” he panted as his hips thrust forward involuntarily while her tongue swirled round the rim and she sucked on him like a lozenge. He stood it for as long as he could because it was delicious, but the warning tingle in the base of his spine had him pulling out hastily and squeezing the base of his cock hard to prevent the inevitable.

Panting, he backed up and flipped her to her front, and she scrambled to her knees, ready for him. His hand swiped up her exposed pink flesh, and he moaned with delight at the sight. She wriggled her bottom invitingly and panted. “Go, Mac! Want you!”

“Fook, yes—” he muttered and, lining up, he pushed inside her slippery cove. So good! He stroked hard and deep with rising force and speed, reaching round to rub her into another climax before he lost the last bit of his control. It was deeply satisfying when he felt the clench and flutter of her release accompanied by a deep moan, and the tingling pleasure at the base of his spine heralded his own orgasm. It barrelled through him hard and exploded with a fierce delight that wracked his whole body, sending him sprawling on her back in the aftermath as his legs turned to jelly. She dropped to the mattress under him and he lay on her, panting, feeling tingles run down his legs to his feet and up his spine to his scalp.

“So good,” he murmured.

“Hmm,” she agreed.

Eventually, when his heart rate and breathing had settled, he said, “I’m squashing ye, aren’t I?”

“Aye,” she admitted, “but I like it.”

“Do ye?” He nuzzled the side of her neck and eased his weight up a fraction without lifting off her completely.

“Ah.” She took a deeper breath and squeezed him with her inner muscles. His softening cock slipped out, and he rolled sideways off her.

“Ye like that position?” He watched her flop over onto her back.

“Oh, aye.” She grinned at him and reached for his hand with hers. “You have very nice cock, Mac.”

He laughed and kissed her hand.

“Ye make me come easy,” she said, rolling towards him. “Want ye all day.”

“Me too,” he admitted. “Thinking about ye all day.”

She nodded.

He pulled her in close and kissed her, then rearranged the covers. “Comfortable?” he asked.

“Aye,” she said drowsily. “Good fook.” She buried her face in his shoulder, and he tightened an arm round her. Aye, good fook. It felt like more than that to him. But was it for her? He couldn’t tell, and was too tired to puzzle it out right now.