Owned by the Highlanders

by Lily Harlem

  He pressed his lips together and his eyes narrowed as he tickled her bottom lip with the end of his cock.

  Reid held her head in position as Kendal teased her; she could neither lunge greedily for the cock before her, nor retreat.

  “That’s it, good lass,” Kendal said. “Relax and give in to us. We’ll bring you great pleasure.”

  He sank his cock into her mouth. It was a little heavier tasting than Reid’s and his pubic hair, when it touched her nose, was coarser. He also pushed on and on, deep into her throat.

  She fought her gag reflex. Reid held her in place for the most part, but allowed her to retreat to pull in a breath. But she wouldn’t be beaten and swallowed Kendal deep again, then treated him to the same gentle sucking she had Reid.

  “Ah, my love, that’s it.” Kendal groaned and ran his hands into his hair. He closed his eyes and tipped his head to the ceiling. “So good.”

  “I told you, didn’t I?” Reid chuckled. “This mouth is the stuff of fantasies.”

  “She is, the whole sum of her.” Kendal dropped his hands to his sides and stepped away. He gripped his saliva-shiny cock and hunched forward a little, his abdominal muscles tensed. “And I’m going to give up my seed too soon.”

  Moira pouted. She’d wanted her men to pour their seed into her mouth. The need to hear and feel them come was almost overwhelming.

  “We should take her.” Reid released her head and scooped her up by placing his hands in her armpits. “Now.”

  “Aye, let’s do what we talked about.”

  “What did you talk about?” she managed, looking between them.

  “T’is for us to ken and you’ll definitely find out.” Reid led her to the bed then climbed onto it. He laid on his back, his cock sticking upward. “Hop on for a ride.”

  She stared at his penis. He was so well endowed.

  “Don’t be shy,” Kendal whispered against her ear. “Or scared. This is going to make us all feel so close, so right.”

  “Aye.” She climbed onto the bed, aware of dampness between her legs.

  “Straddle me,” Reid said, patting the bedclothes on either side of his hips.

  Again she did as instructed and hovered her entrance above his cock.

  “Now sit down.” He gripped her waist and encouraged her to do just that.

  His cock slipped in, stretching her, then as she sank lower it filled her so perfectly.

  She groaned and closed her eyes. When her ass hit his thighs she tipped her head back and thrust her breasts forward.

  Reid scooped them into his palms, catching her nipples between his fingers.

  “You look amazing like that.” Kendal was on the bed next to her. He stroked her back, following the grove of her spine. “Now tip forward and see how he feels inside you in that position.” Very gently he pressed between her shoulders.

  Moira bent double, until her breasts were up against Reid’s chest.

  He caught her face in her hands and touched his nose to hers. “You’re so giving,” he said. “I love you.”

  “I love you,” she managed. Her clit had come into contact with his hard body and the urge to grind against him was growing.

  “You’re so full of Reid,” Kendal said. “And now I need to fill you too.”

  She heard his words but didn’t understand the meaning—until, that was, Kendal ran his hand between her buttocks then pressed the centre of her asshole.

  She gasped and instinctively jerked forward. This created another gasp as Reid’s cock shifted within her.

  “Shh, it’s okay,” Reid said against her lips. “I’ve readied you for this moment.”

  “I ken but…”

  “This is how it has to be,” Kendal said. “If you are to be both of ours we want to take you at the same time, fill you with seed from each of us.”

  “I’m not sure.” She trembled. How would this ever work?

  “You’re not sure about what?” Kendal asked.

  “If you’ll both fit.”

  “Aye, we will. You might be small, Moira, but you were made for this. Made for Highland men, the way all beautiful Scottish women are.”

  She bit on her bottom lip and stared down at Reid.

  “I believe in you,” he said softly. “You can do this; all you need to do is relax.”

  She nodded, just a little, and accepted his kiss.

  Kendal pressed a finger into her ass. She didn’t jerk or pull away, this was something Reid had already introduced her to and she was thankful for that.

  “Good girl,” Kendal murmured and began to rub a gentle circle in the hollow of her back. “Now let me in further.”

  Very gently Reid began to shift his hips, moving her over him so her clit caught on his body and his cock rubbed inside of her.

  Her pulse thudded in her ears and she caught quick snatches of breath.

  Kendal added another finger, riding in deep until his knuckles caught on her ass.

  Pressure was building in her clit. She was tense and quivering at the same time.

  “My love,” Reid gasped. “Your face is a delight for me to watch. Is he in yet?”

  “His fingers are… oh…”

  “What’s he doing now?”

  “He’s… oh, Kendal.” She twisted to glance over her shoulder.

  “Tell me?” Reid demanded.

  “He’s widening me, stretching me, oh, it stings.”

  “Only for a moment,” Kendal said. “Here, more oil.”

  His digits increased in slipperiness and the sting was soothed. She blew out a breath.

  “You can find your pleasure when you need to,” Reid said, still holding her face to his.

  “I want… I want you both inside me.” As she’d said it, she realized that was exactly what she needed. And that was exactly what Kendal was preparing her for—his cock at the same time as Reid’s.

  “She’s ready,” Kendal said. “Hold her, Reid.”

  “I am.” Reid kissed her. “And I’ll never let her go.”

  “I’m… scared.” Nerves fluttered in her chest but his words soothed her. These two men only wanted the best for her; she knew that.

  “Don’t be scared, this will bring us so much joy and seal our love.”

  “I know, really I do.” She swallowed and held her breath as Kendal replaced his fingers with his cock tip. It was so wide, impossibly so, and she whimpered.

  “You have to release the tension.” Kendal gripped her hips. “All the preparation and the oil in the world won’t help if you clamp your tiny hole shut.”

  “I’m trying.” She relaxed a little and Kendal took full advantage, pressing forward and parting her sphincter.

  “Ohh…” Her eyes widened as she stared down at Reid. Perhaps she should have been taken in the ass without Reid inside her, for the first time. There seemed so little room for Kendal’s big cock with Reid already seated to the hilt.

  “That’s it,” Kendal said. “You’re taking me.” As he’d spoken he’d journeyed deeper.

  The sensation was so unique, so new, nothing like the candle. His thick hot shaft was becoming part of her and going so deep. And damn, it was a tight fit.

  “Ah, yeah, Kendal, I can feel you inside her,” Reid said. “Your cock against mine.”

  “Don’t like that too much.” Kendal groaned. “This is all about our woman.”

  “I ken… hell, yeah, she’s going to come so hard. You should see her face.”

  “I will next time we do this, but for the love of Jesus, her ass is amazing.”

  Moira felt as if she were floating, listening to the men talking about her, over her. She was theirs. They owned her body, her holes, and her pleasure.

  “I’m in, she’s done it,” Kendal ground out. “Our sweet woman is the only one we’ll ever want or need.”

  “I ken.” Reid tightened his hold on her face. “Open your eyes, my love.”

  Moira hadn’t realized they were closed. She opened them and stared into the blue depths
of Reid’s irises.

  “We’re going to take you somewhere amazing now,” he whispered. “Hang on for the ride.”

  “Aye,” she nodded. “I will.” She was panting as Kendal began to thrust. He pushed her deeper and harder onto Reid. Her breaths became short rasping gasps when her lungs were given a chance to fill and empty.

  She was surrounded by Scottish brawn and strength. These men filled her body and her senses. Where did she end and they begin?

  “Aye, my love, take it, your climax, when you can,” Reid said, his voice tense.

  “It’s… it’s here. Oh, don’t stop.” She held her breath as the pleasure bloomed so big she couldn’t contain it. Bursting out, it spread from her clit to her pussy to her asshole. She spasmed and yelled both her men’s names. Bright lights flashed in her vision, and her ears buzzed.

  She was aware of Kendal’s thrusts speeding up and Reid bucking beneath her.

  Then her men were coming, their big cocks throbbing as they emptied their seed inside her.

  Still her pleasure went on, a rolling wave of ecstasy that seemed to have no end.

  She groaned and writhed and clamped her asshole and pussy tight.

  “Ah, that’s it.” Reid pulled her face to his and fed her a deep, wild kiss. He was breathing hard and his skin was coated in a film of sweat.

  Eventually Kendal slowed, then stopped. Still buried deep, he tipped forward and pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, then up her neck to the back of her head. “You’re amazing. I can’t wait to make you our wife.”

  She broke the kiss with Reid. “You’re both… pretty amazing too.”

  “I take it that means you enjoy having us both inside you?”

  “Aye, I did.” She paused. “I wasn’t sure to start with but…”

  “But it seals us, doesn’t it.”

  “Aye, it feels that way, no one is left out. We’re all together.”

  “And that’s how life is going to be from this point on.” Kendal gently withdrew his cock. “We’ll always be together, we’ll always look out for your every need.”

  “And I yours, when I can.”

  “You will always satisfy us, now and when we’re all one hundred years old.”

  She giggled and sat upright, catching her breath at the change of position of Reid’s cock inside her.

  Reid smiled and cupped her breasts again. “We should get this wedding underway as soon as possible.”

  “I agree.” Kendal stroked his finger down her arm then took her hand. He tugged at her ring finger, which still held Angus’s ring. “And I’ve spoken to my uncle. He wants to host the wedding here. The day after morrow.”

  “So soon?” Moira asked.

  “What are we waiting for?” Kendal said. “We’re all in love. We need to make it official that you’re a spoken-for woman.”

  “Aye, we won’t have other men looking at you, believing you to be fair game.” Reid’s jaw tensed. “That wouldn’t end well… for them.”

  “In that case.” She smiled and ran her hands into her hair. She flicked the long strands out to the sides, then allowed her mane to fall down her back. “Make me yours, officially.”

  * * *

  Moira woke the next morning alone. She was surprised as during the night she’d had a sense of both of her men being with her; their arms around her, legs tangled, and their breaths on her cheek, neck, and shoulders.

  She propped onto her elbows and glanced at the fire. A young maid was there tending it.

  “Good morning,” Moira said.

  “I bid you good morning, m’lady.”

  Moira smiled. “What time is it?”

  “It is nearly lunchtime; you must have been very tired.”

  “And… Kendal, where is he?” She’d had to stop herself asking where Reid was too.

  “I believe he is with his uncle, downstairs.” She stood and gestured to a bowl of water. “This is fresh, m’lady, and I have brought you fruit. Would you like porridge and honey too?”

  “Aye, that would be nice.”

  She gave a small curtsey. “Very well, I’ll be back shortly.”

  “What’s your name?”

  “Diane, m’lady.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Diane.”

  When Diane left the room, Moira quickly washed and dressed. She then found herself drawn to the window.

  She was on the north side of Fifths Castle and could see down into a deep glen. A forest rose on the opposite side, and beyond that, she was sure, sat the village Stewart had spoken of the night before. The village an ironmonger with the name Bryce McBay lived and worked in.

  If only she could get there, today, and find out if it really was her brother.

  She remembered Kendal’s stern expression when he’d forbidden her from going today. She couldn’t disobey him; that would be too damn painful. But when would she get to go? If she were to be wed the next day he’d likely say she needed to rest after that too, or at least not get out of bed for some time.

  And, oh, if it was Bryce, and she was to be wed and he was so close but not in attendance, that would break her heart.

  The door opened and Diane stepped in holding a bowl with a spoon sticking from it. “Here you are, m’lady.”

  “Thank you.” Moira took it then stepped up to the window again. “The village, it’s through that glen?”

  “Aye, it is. Though it’s very boggy. Later in the summer, if we have more sun, it may dry out and be passable. At the moment a long route has to be taken.”

  “Oh, that’s a shame.”

  “Why, m’lady? Do you want to go there?”

  “Aye, one day. I guess it will have to wait.”

  “To go through the glen, aye, it will, though if you want to ride there that would be possible in an hour or so.”

  “I spent long enough on a horse yesterday.” Moira laughed. “But I’ll bear it in mind.”

  “If you want to see the master’s land, I could show you around.”

  “I’d like that.” Moira smiled. Perhaps they’d see other locals and she’d be able to ask about Bryce.

  “When you’re ready, I’ll be in the hallway.” Diane smiled and retreated. “If that’s okay, m’lady.”

  “Perfect, thank you.”

  Moira returned her attention to the window and the stunning view, and ate her breakfast.

  Ten minutes later she was walking through the courtyard with Diane. Both Kendal and Reid were there, talking to the farrier. It seemed Reid’s horse was being shod.

  “My love,” Kendal said with a smile. “Where are you going?” He nodded at her shawl.

  “Diane is going to show me the grounds.”

  “Ah, okay, but don’t stray far. I don’t want you tiring yourself before our big day.” He cupped her cheeks and set a kiss on her lips.

  “And there are unsavoury characters about,” Reid said. “Stewart mentioned them last night after dinner.”

  “We will stay close to the castle.” Diane bobbed her head. “I give you my word.”

  “Thank you.” Kendal smiled at her. “Because this woman is my most precious possession.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Moira walked from the castle and over the drawbridge, aware of the curious glances she’d received. Marrying Kendal gave her status here, that much was clear, and the staff were inquisitive about her nature. In the future would she be a gracious lady of the house? Or would she rule with a stern face?

  The sky was half filled with fluffy white clouds that travelled quickly from east to west. Soon Diane was proudly showing off the huge vegetable patch and the orchard, which was showing the first signs of apples and pears now the blossom had blown away.

  Eagles soared overhead, and rabbits hopped in the distance, Moira tutting when she saw them as they were a menace for the crops.

  As they wandered down a dirt track they came across a shepherd with his collie and sheep, and then arrived at a field of fat black pigs.

  “M
aster Stewart is proud of the pigs and breeds them,” Diane said. “When important visitors come, one is usually hog roasted. I expect a sow will be slaughtered today in preparation of your nuptials morrow.”

  Moira looked at them as they snuffled around. Which poor beast would it be?

  “And over here,” Diane said, “is where the wild garlic grows. I’ll collect some now, for cook.”

  “I’ll help you.”

  “You do not need to do that, m’lady.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  They picked the garlic for a few minutes, Diane loading it into a wicker basket she held over her forearm.

  When they had enough, Moira pointed at the direction of the forest. “Do you get much from the forest to use in the kitchen?”

  “Aye, there’s beet and black mustard, rocket and elder too.”

  “Some of which are in season. Shall we go and look?”

  Diane glanced at the castle walls.

  “It’s not far,” Moira said. “And it won’t take long.”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “I’d love to stretch my legs a little. And it looks quite safe.”

  Doubt crossed Diane’s face then she nodded. “Aye, and it’s a nice day for a walk.”

  They began to traverse the hill. Several horses and riders passed them and they stepped to one side. After half an hour they came to the treeline.

  “Look, there’s strawberries,” Moira said, pointing to her left.

  “Oh, aye, you’re right.” Diane grinned. “Cook will be pleased. Are they ripe?”

  Moira stooped. “Aye, some of them.” She picked one and popped it in her mouth. “Mmm, they’re good.”

  “And they’ll go on your nuptial cake. So pretty.”

  “Good idea.” Moira grinned. She’d barely even thought about the details of her wedding to Kendal. What she had thought about was a life with two Highlanders at her side, and that was what she was truly looking forward to.

  They moved further into the treeline, shadows spilling around them. The floor was littered with moss-covered stumps and branches, as well as batches of nettles. But the strawberries remained abundant and Moira ate as many as she collected in a scooped well in her skirt.

  A sudden high-pitched squeal rang around the trees.