by Madison Faye
I moan, and when I reach down to push his hands away, I bite my lip as our eyes meet.
“Let me…” I purr. I wrap my hand around his slick, pulsing cock, and I cry out as I start to roll my hips. My clit grinds against his undersized and the thick crown of him on every single thrust of my hips, and it’s not long before I’m moving faster, and harder. It’s like something in me lets go, and suddenly, I just start to crave all of him. I grind down on him wantonly, crying out as the pleasure erupts through me. And when I push down hard, letting my clit press right against his throbbing head, suddenly, I explode.
I scream into his mouth as I come, my body convulsing against him and my honey flooding his cock. I cling to him, shameless grinding against him, letting his masculine growls rumble through my ears until I’m panting and moaning as I kiss him hungrily.
And yet, somehow, I’m not done. Somehow, I just want more.
I want him to take me. It’s a sudden thought, but God do I want it. I want him to push his cock into me right here and now, and to fuck me. I reach back, my fingers curling around his cock and stroking him as he groans. He’s so wet from me, and he still hasn’t come, and I moan into his mouth as I slowly angle his head until it’s snug against my entrance.
Callum stiffens.
“Cat…”
“Please,” I whimper, panting as I grind against him. “I… I want to feel you. I want to know what it feels like when you push into me and fill me with this… this beautiful cock.”
He groans, kissing me fiercely as I stroke him against me.
“A few hours more, my little love,” he growls. “A few hours until we’re married, and then, you can be damn sure I’ll be claiming this sweet little cunt.”
I moan in frustration, still stroking him. But slowly, I nod, knowing he’s right. I know it seems silly, but there is something so thrilling about waiting until we’re officially wed. Like holding off will make it more of a rush.
I nod, kissing him as I push his cock back and forth across my slit, which only stokes the fire roaring inside me even hotter. I push him back more, and I have every intention of climbing off of him and stopping the temptation from both of us, until something happens.
His cock is so damn slippery and slick with me, that when I push him back, his head slips over my pussy and suddenly plants itself right against my tight asshole.
And Callum groans. His jaw tightens, his eyes blazing, and when I feel his big cock pulse right against my ass, a shiver of forbidden heat teases through me.
And suddenly, I know exactly what I want.
“How about here.”
I whisper the words into his ear, and when I feel every single muscle in his body tense, and hear the savage growl rumble through his chest, the thrill ignites through me.
“Take me, Callum,” I moan softly, wanting this more than anything. “Take all of me.”
“Cat—”
“I want you to,” I moan, pushing back and feeling him throb as his swollen head presses tight to my ring.
“Show me, please. Tonight, after we’re wed, you can properly take my maidenhead. But for now…”
I kiss him slowly as I keep pushing back. I can feel his hesitation, but I know what I want. And I can tell that he damn well wants it too.
“You don’t know what you’re doing, little love,” he growls lowly.
“So show—”
“To me,” he finishes, his eyes blazing into mine.
God, the fierceness in his eyes is so intense that I shiver, but it also makes me want him even more, with every part of me.
“You want me to claim your ass, little love?” he grunts, a raspiness to his voice that has my pulse thundering.
“You want me to push my big cock into this tight little hole, and fuck you hard until you come for me?”
I gasp, and when he suddenly rolls us over, I moan wildly as I nod my head eagerly. Callum groans, his hands spreading my legs wide, keeping my knees up over his muscled shoulders. I moan as he slides his cock across my pussy again, thrusting back and forth over my lips until his cock is slick and glistening—dripping with my arousal. He nudges the thick head lower, and when I glance down, my eyes go wide at the sight of him poised at my most private, forbidden place.
“I won’t hurt you, Cat,” he growls softly.
“I know.”
He pushes, and I moan, feeling his swollen head push tight against my impossibly small hole. I can feel him pulsing against me, and as his muscles ripple and as he adds pressure, slowly I can feel my resistance slipping away. He pushes more, and I’m sure it’s never going to happen when suddenly, I can feel myself start to open.
“Oh God…”
I moan, panting for air as I feel Callum’s big cock begin to stretch and open my ass. And suddenly, with a small gasp, I can feel his head slip inside. The breath catches in my throat, my body stiffening for a moment. But he’s right there, stroking my skin and leaning down to kiss me. I whimper into his mouth; my legs pressed all the way back with my knees to my chest. His hand slips between us, and as he starts to tease my clit in slow circles, he begins to slide more of his cock into me.
We moan together, tongues dueling, hands clinging to each other, bodies writhing against one another. Callum groans into me, pushing his hips against mine as he sinks more and more of his big, thick cock into my tight ass. He just keeps going, sliding in and in, deeper and deeper, until with a cry of pleasure from my lips, I can feel his heavy, swollen balls against my ass.
I pant for air, my body trembling against his with the unreal feeling of being so filled by him—the feeling of being so claimed by him. His kisses me slow and deep, swallowing my moans as his fingers keep playing with my cunt. He draws back, making me whimper as I feel his big cock slide out of me halfway, before he drives it right back in. I groan, throwing my head back and gasping into the night air as he buries his cock deep in my ass.
Callum slides back again, one big hand gripping my thigh, the other on my belly, adding just enough pressure to make me feel completely at his mercy in a way that makes my head spin and my body ache for more. His thumb rolls over my clit, and as he starts to slide in and out of me—truly fucking me—I lose myself in the moment.
Our moans fill the air, and when in open my eyes, I gasp at the intensity of his gaze, his eyes locked onto mine. There’s such an intimacy there, and it’s so powerful that neither of us blinks or looks away as we start to move together. My body arches against him, hungry for more, and he’s all to ready to give it to me. His big cock sinks deep in my ass, his balls slapping against me before pulling back with just the swollen head inside.
My hands slide up his arms, clawing at him and drawing him down, and when he leans into me and crushes his lips to mine, it’s as if the whole world besides us melts away.
We move faster, and harder, until his cock is pistoning in and out of me, sending my whole body reeling with pleasure. I urge him on, moaning into his mouth and pulling my legs back as far as they’ll go, wanting him as deep as he can get. His gorgeous cock thrusts into my ass again and again, his thumb relentless on my clit, until suddenly, I can feel myself start to fall.
His mouth drops to my breasts, his lips and tongue devouring my aching nipples as I throw my head back and cry out, giving myself to the pleasure of it all. We move faster, our bodies rocking and grinding and writhing together until I know I’m going to explode.
“Callum!”
“Me too,” he growls, pulling his mouth away from my breasts and crushing his lips to mine. His hips slam against mine, his thick cock throbbing so deep in me as his thumb rolls across my clit.
“Come for me, little love,” he groans into me. “Let me feel your little cunt come for me, and let me feel this tight, naughty little ass squeeze my cock so tight until I fill you with my seed.”
He thrusts deep, in and out, in and out, and as the white light begins to fill my vision, I lose myself entirely.
“Come for me, love,” he whispe
rs into my lips. “Come for me and be mine.”
He presses harder with his thumb, and as he thrusts his thickness as deep into me as he can, suddenly, I explode. I scream, quickly yanking his mouth to mine to muffle my cries as I come again and again and again. The waves crash through me, my entire body rippling and shivering as I melt under him. Callum roars into my lips, slamming his hips to mine and burying every inch of his cock deep in my ass. I feel him swell even bigger, pulsing and throbbing, before suddenly, I feel it.
Hot jets of his cum pump deep inside of me, coating my insides with his sticky seed as he kisses me fiercely. I keep riding my wave, my pussy leaking my arousal all over his thumb, dripping down to coat his cock and balls as he holds himself deep inside, pumping me full of his cum.
I’m in a daze—a trance—as he gently slips free of me. He rolls onto his side, pulling me into him and wrapping me so tightly in his big, strong arms. And I’ve never imagined feeling so protected, and safe, and loved. I burrow back into him, panting, sweat covering both of our bodies as he just holds me like that, his lips tease across the back of my neck. We stay there for what seems like hours, though I have no idea how long.
All I know is, I never want to leave his arms.
But, eventually, I know we need to go. At some point tonight, after all, we need to get married.
“Come, sweetness,” he finally purrs, pulling away. He slips his kilt and tunic on before wrapping me in my dress and scooping me into his arms. “There’s a bath waiting for the both of us. And then?”
He grins, leaning close and brushing my lips with his.
“And then, I’m going to marry you.”
Chapter 11
Catriona
I take a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror.
Gods, it’s really happening.
The white gown falls around me like gossamer and light, and I can’t help, but bite at my lip as the grin spread across my face. Nine times, I was told I was marrying someone. Nine times, I met some lord or another, and nine times, they went running.
But then came Callum. Callum of the stolen kisses. Callum of the gruff, rough exterior that’s really just armor for the kind, amazing, loving, and fiercely protective man inside. Callum who’ll be my husband in the next hour.
I smooth my dress down, taking another shaky breath as a feeling of happiness melts over me. I couldn’t have asked for it any other way. Not for a better man, and not for a better wedding. We’re doing it at midnight, in the tradition of the old ways, which was both of our ideas. The ceremony will be small—just him and I, my family, and our friends. Hamish and Una, and Malcolm and Ailith should be here any moment if they aren’t already. As is—
There’s a knock at my bedroom door, and I turn quickly. Before I can even say a word though, the door swings wide, and I gasp, jumping behind my dressing screen.
“You can’t see me bef—”
“Oh, calm down, it’s just me. And look who I found!”
I let out a breath, realizing its Iona and not Callum as I thought. And then I laugh, seeing her with her arms tight around Rhona, who I guess has just arrived.
“You’re here!”
Rhona beams at me, but she’s still stuck where she is with Iona hugging her.
“I haven’t seen this girl in so long!”
Rhone laughs. “Well, that’s what happens when you move to France, you know.”
Iona sighs. “I know, I know. It’s been so hard living in the Countess’s manor in Paris. Eating all that delicious French food, drinking all of that good wine. Being pampered by all those handsome French boys.”
I snort, rolling my eyes. So does Rhona, slipping out of Iona’s arms to come over and hug me.
“You look beautiful, you know.”
I blush, biting my lip. “Thanks. And thank you for being here.”
Rhona grins. “Tenth time is the charm, I guess?”
I laugh. “Apparently so.”
“Well, I think we all can agree that Cat just needed someone extra strong-willed and headstrong, like her.”
Rhona laughs at Iona before turning to me, an excited flush on her cheeks.
“I mean, it is kind of scandalous the way Lord Bruce just… kissed you that night at Una’s wedding. And then galloping off to find you at your grandmother’s tower.”
I blush, my eyes dropping. “Who says Callum kissed me at—”
“Cat,” Iona says flatly, rolling her eyes. “That look you’ve got on right now says he did.”
And of course, I just blush redder. I swallow it back through, arching a brow at Rhona.
“You think my whole thing is scandalous? Rhona, Ailith’s husband stole her, along with a damn boat, from her own wedding.”
Iona bursts into hoots of laugher. “Oh my God, I cannot wait to ask her about that tonight and meet this new husband of hers. You know, after we celebrate you, of course.”
I smile, shaking my head. “Three down, one to go, huh?”
Rhona’s smile fades, and I wince.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt, cursing my stupid mouth as I quickly take Rhona’s hands.
But she just smiles, shrugging it off.
“No, it’s fine. It’s… yeah.”
Of the four of us, I’m the only one who didn’t have a marriage arranged for them. Una was betrothed to Hamish, which obviously worked out wonderfully. Ailith was promised to the creepy Lord Carlson, but that of course went away when Malcolm stole her away. And then there’s Rhona, who’s still promised to Lord Wythe—close to thrice her age, five times her weight, with a reputation for being as ill-tempered as he is slovenly.
Of course, there’s more to Rhona than that, even if she won’t speak of it. I haven’t teased or prodded her about it nearly as much as I normally would, because I can see it’s heavy on her shoulders. But that doesn’t mean I’m not curious about certain events from the last few weeks. One, when she looked like she’d seen a ghost after the Viking marauder Tor Odinson attacked Hamish’s castle the night of the wedding. And it wasn’t just a scared look with Rhona. It really was like she’d seen a ghost. Or as Una put it when we talked about it, like she’d kissed a ghost.
And then, just a few weeks ago at Ailith’s wedding, when Tor’s fleet of ships mysteriously came to the rescue to stop Lord Carlson from attacking Malcolm’s island, that look of Una’s came back. And don’t get me started on that beautiful, but very Norse looking necklace she’s been wearing ever since that night but trying to hide.
She brushes her hair back, and I’m about to drop it and just move on to chance the subject from her marrying Lord Wythe, when suddenly, something catches my eyes.
God, she’s wearing that very necklace right now.
“Okay, wait.” I arch a brow, pursing my lips as I give her a look.
“What?”
“What? What is, we’re going to talk about that necklace now.”
Rhona goes red, stammering as her hand flies to her neck to close the front of her dress. But, it’s too late.
“Wait, what necklace? What’s the deal with this necklace?” Iona butts in, curiosity on her face.
“It’s nothing, okay?” Rhona mutters. “Just something I… I found.”
I give Iona a look, and we both grin.
“You found it, did you?”
Rhona glares at me. “It’s nothing, Cat.”
“That looks Norse,” Iona says, her eyes going wide as they lock onto the amulet around our friend’s neck. “You could almost call it Viking.”
“You know?” I gasp sarcastically. “It’s almost as if you could call it Viking in design!”
Poor Rhona squirms between us, heat flushing through her cheeks.
“It really is just a necklace, okay?” She mumbles.
“A necklace from who?”
She swallows, her eyes flicking to me. “Cat, I’m engaged.”
“I know,” I smile wryly, squeezing her arm. “It’s from Tor, isn’t it?”
She looks down,
and slowly, she nods.
Iona’s jaw drops. “Tor Odinson?”
The humor is gone from her face as she pales.
“Good lord, Tor Odinson the marauder king?”
Rhona’s shoulders slump, her teeth raking over her lip.
“You know what?” I stop, shaking my head as I wrap my arms around Rhona. “How about we talk about it later, if you want. And if you don’t? We don’t have to, okay?”
Rhona looks up, smiling wryly as she nods. “Thanks, Cat.” She takes a shaky breath. “And seriously, tonight is about you, okay?”
“Agreed,” Iona pipes up. “Now where’s the wine around here?”
As if on cue, the door to my room swings wide again as Una and Ailith come tumbling in, a bottle of wine in hand.
“Perfect” Iona laughs, clapping her hands.
“Iona!”
My other two friends, who also haven’t seen Iona in years, charge right into her, the three of them hugging.
We pour the wine, we laugh, we tell stories, we fill Iona in on everything, and soon enough, it’s time.
…It’s time to marry the man of my dreams.
We hold hands at the altar, we say the words, and there, in front of family and friends, we promise forever to each other. And when I kiss Callum, I know all is right in the world.
That is, until it very much isn’t…
Chapter 12
Callum
She kisses me hungrily, her arms around my neck and mine carrying her as we tumble down the halls of the castle. Ten minutes after being officially made man and wife, and all we both want to do is what we’ve denied ourselves for way too long.
And now, it’s time to claim her as my own. It’s time to lay her across our bed, kiss her like I’m never going to stop kissing her, and take her as my bride. As my queen.