Chapter Seven

She woke up to the feel of a tongue sliding along the folds of her swollen flesh. The tongue was tantalizingly rough and slick, rimming her labial folds with precision, flicking across her clit, rimming, flicking, rimming, flicking…God.

She moaned in reaction, her eyes not yet opened, her brain still drunk on pleasure and sleep.

The tongue was joined by firm lips, lips that closed over her swollen clit and helped the tongue to suckle of her. Flick, suck, flick, suck, flick, suck…oh yes.

She ground her hips to meet the tongue and lips as her nipples stabbed up high into the air.

Flick, suck, flick, suck.

Suck, suck, suck, suck…Euan.

Janet's eyes flew open and her hips flared upward on a groan as she climaxed into his mouth. "Oh God." Instinctually she wrapped her legs around his neck and buried his face further into her flesh, wanting him deeper, needing him to suck her dry, wanting the pleasure-pain to never relent.

"Mmmm." He lapped at her like a dog, slurping up the juices that trickled out of her engorged flesh, then sucking again—harder, torturously harder until—

"Oh my God." Janet reared up off the bed, screaming because the pleasure was so acute. "Yes, Euan."

Reflexively her body tried to disjoin from his mouth, uncertain it could handle falling over such an all-consuming precipice of pleasure. Euan grabbed her hips in reaction, simultaneously shoving his mouth deeper into her cunt and suckling from her clit harder.

"Oh Jesus God. Oh my…God!"

Janet's hips tried to thrash about, but he held her steady, not letting go, never relenting. "Mmmm," he growled, vibrating her clit all the more. His sucking became merciless, faster—harder.

Her head flew back, her nipples hardened and elongated impossibly further, blood rushed to her face. "Yes…oh yes!"

And then she was there, falling over the precipice, screaming from the ecstasy, wanting more, needing filled and fucked.

Euan flipped her over with a growl as he came to his knees, wanting to take her from behind on all fours. "Dinn," he gritted out, nudging the back of her head gently.

Lying on her elbows, Janet looked over her shoulder and made a face, not understanding. She arched an inquisitive brow at him.

"Dinn," he stated with more force, again nudging her head. His eyes were blazing, his muscles corded, his thick cock jutting and swollen. "Dinn."

Janet's lips formed an O. He wanted her upper body pressed down further. She complied readily, spreading her legs far apart, sliding off of her elbows and pressing her head and torso further towards the bed, her buttocks and labia dipping upward for his use.

He grunted arrogantly then cupped her labia from behind and pressed his palm and fingers upwards. "Suas."

That must mean "up", she told herself wryly. Her face heating up despite the night they'd already shared together, Janet submitted, keeping her head and torso down while simultaneously thrusting her labia and buttocks up into the air as high as they would go.

It was a wicked feeling, she thought, being on display like a man's personal whore. But when Euan expelled his breath on a groan while running his hand over her exposed flesh, she decided that wicked could be a good thing.

"Leamsa."

He growled out that word again, the word he had used the last time he'd fucked her, the word he was even now repeating over and over again as he rubbed her wet flesh.

Mine. Janet somehow understood that leamsa meant mine. Her body reacted to his possessiveness, her nipples hardening and her breath quickening.

"Leamsa."

She gasped as he impaled her, her flesh slurping up the impressive length of his cock, her labia reflexively arching skyward for more. He gave it to her.

Euan gritted his teeth as he slid in and out of her, thrusting into her depths in long, penetrating thrusts. "Leamsa."

"Oh God."

He pummeled faster, pounded harder, thrust into her to the hilt. Over and over. Again and again. "Leamsa."

The slapping sound of her soaked flesh sucking up his cock reverberated, grew louder and lustier as she grew wetter and wetter. "Leamsa."

Janet thrust her buttocks back towards him, meeting each of his thrusts as he gave them to her. The harsh jiggling of her breasts caused her already sensitized nipples to grow that much harder. "Euan," she moaned out. "Oh God…Euan."

She buried her face in the bed furs as her body began to convulse, her labia contracting around his steely flesh. She half screamed and half sobbed from the pleasure, so powerful was her orgasm.

"Leamsa!" he roared possessively, his jaw clenching. His callused fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as he thrust faster and faster, harder and harder. His muscles were tensed, the veins in his neck and arms bulging, his balls impossibly tight from the need to burst.

Janet moaned, continuing to meet his thrusts with thrusts of her own. "Yes Euan," she groaned, "God yes."

And then she was coming again, pulsing around him again, contracting again, moaning like a mortally wounded animal because the pleasure was so acute as to border on the painful.

"Tha, te bheag," he gritted out, "taom a-mach e." Yes, little one. Pour it out.

"Oh God." Waves and waves and waves of pleasure shot through her, jutting out her nipples like hard gems, heating her face like a furnace, sending her over a cliff of sensation.

"Leamsa," he growled, slapping into her deeply for a final thrust. Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he groaned as he erupted, spurting his orgasm deep inside of her.

A suspended moment later, when the intensity had died down a bit and some sense of rational normalcy settled in, Janet began to wonder why Euan was still holding onto her hips, thereby forcing her buttocks and labia to remain skyward. Confused, she drew herself up as far on her elbows as he would allow, then glanced over her shoulder to study his face.

The mask was back, that stone cold fa?ade that broached no argument and allowed no leniency. And yet, conversely, his black eyes blazed more possessively than she'd ever seen them before.

A chill of foreboding swept through her, causing her eyes to widen and her throat to parch. He was about to do something—or say something—and she had no idea what. All she could do was wait. Sit there on all fours, her labia on display for him, and wait for whatever it was that he was about to command.

And then his large, callused hands were reaching under her and grabbing her breasts. He found the nipples, pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers, and locked gazes with her. "Leamsa," he said softly. Too softly. He tugged at them a bit so there would be no mistaking his meaning. "Tha?" Yes?

Janet's eyes widened further.

"Tha?" he asked more sharply, pinching her nipples again.

He wanted her to say it. He wanted her to acknowledge an ownership of sorts over her. She hesitated for a moment, uncertain as to what she should do. She didn't want to stay in the past, no matter how enjoyable these past few hours had been.

Eventually, however, the look in his eyes scared her into nodding. She would not say the word, but she would nod.

When she submitted Euan released one nipple, then used his free hand to trail down to the soaked and swollen flesh between her thighs. He slid two large fingers in her to the hilt, then met her gaze once more. "Leamsa," he murmured, his deep voice a rumble of authority and power. "Tha?"

She nodded briskly.

"Tha?" he asked again, louder, angry now.

She nodded again, assuming he hadn't seen the small gesture.

"Tha?" he bellowed, thrusting his fingers in again and pinching one of her nipples.

Janet's eyes widened nervously. He wanted her to say it—aloud. He wouldn't settle for anything less.

She swallowed harshly as her gaze clashed with his for a final time. Clearing her throat nervously, she nodded once more. "Tha," she agreed quietly.

With an arrogant grunt, he began to massage her clit with one hand and the nipple he was still latched onto with the other. She groaned, her head falling limp as he rewarded her for her compliant answer.

And then he was impaling her all over again and Janet thankfully had to concern herself with rational thought and worries of ownership no more.