by Gill, Tamara
Every time she caught sight of Boyd around the castle, her breath caught, her mind running wild with the idea of having him lose control with her in his arms. He'd come to her room to chastise her, she was certain, but as of yet, he hadn't said a word.
"Don't deny me again," she whispered, her lips all but touching his. She could feel his breath shiver over her lips. His need was palpable. Expectation ran through her like liquid fire. Every muscle in his body tensed, and still, he did not reach for her. He fought to the very last not to have her. To make her his.
Boyd wrenched out of Maya's hold and stormed from the room. Her door slammed against the stone wall on his way out. The sconces lit his way as he blindly fled to his rooms like an Englishman being chased by a Scotsman. How ironic that it was an English lass, a Sassenach who pursued him now.
To his very core, he knew he could not deny her. For it was his wish as well as hers. He closed his eyes, slamming his door closed, slumping against it as if to keep his needs on the other side. At bay, even for one more night.
It didn't help. He craved her. He wanted to lay claim to her. By God, he wanted to tup her until he lost himself within her warmth, until she cried out his name into the Highland night. To kiss her breasts, to kiss the sweet liquid heat between her legs.
He groaned, wrenched off his tunic, and stumbled to the basin of water in his room, splashing his face with water—anything to rid himself of the flames that crawled over his skin.
"Boyd?"
He clasped the wooden table, closing his eyes, willing himself not to move. "What are you doing in here, lass? Leave now, before it is too late."
Her hand, featherlight, ran up his back, following a scar he'd gained as a child during one of his first skirmishes with the O’Cains.
"It is already too late," she whispered, the feel of her lips skimming along his spine his undoing.
He turned, wrenching her into his hold, slamming his mouth down against her lips with punishing need. Her mouth, soft and willing, moved, opened like a flower, and took him to a place he'd never thought to be in again.
Another woman's arms.
Boyd swept her off her feet, covering the distance to his bed in only a few strides. He didn't break the kiss, needing to know she was his for this night at least. What happened after was as unknown as the future, but now, right this moment, he never wished to let her go.
He lay her on the bed, standing back to untie the leather belt holding his trews in place. They dropped to the floor with a clang.
Maya's eyes went wide, gliding over him, her cheeks warming to a rosy hue. Pleasure spread across her features, and it pleased him that she liked what she saw. That she did not shy away from his size.
She kneeled on the bed, licking her lips, and he groaned. For the first time in a hundred years, Boyd bared himself to a woman. Body and soul.
Maya reached out, ran her finger along Boyd's impressive cock.
Wow. She blinked. Twice.
She had an inkling that he would be large, but this was seriously more than anything she'd ever seen before. What a marvelous gift time traveling was turning out to be. For it could have been so much worse. She could have ended up anywhere, really, been murdered on her first day back in time.
Her insides fluttered, clenched with expectation for what was about to happen. A part of her mind couldn't quite believe she was about to have hot, dirty sex with a Scottish highlander. And not just any Scottish man, but a medieval laird.
A fantasy come true for any woman with such a specimen to do with as she pleased. His cock jerked, and a small bead of pearly white seed appeared on its tip. She licked her lips, the urge to lean down, taste him, take him in her mouth, overwhelming. She'd never been one to like doing such a thing to her lovers in the past, but there was something about Boyd that made her want to. The very thought of it made her squirm with need.
She wrapped her hand around him fully, noting her fingers didn't quite reach the pad of her palm, and pulled him toward her.
He growled. "Do you like what you see, lass?" He hissed when she stroked him a second time.
Maya met his dark eyes promising retribution for her play. "I like it a lot."
As quick as a flash, he pulled her from the bed, turning her. A wall of solid muscle met her back, his hands sliding down her stomach, her hips, before fisting her kirtle in his fingers, edging up her dress.
His ragged breaths whispered against her neck, sending delicious shivers to run down her spine. This was too much, and they had barely begun. His mere presence, his removal of her dress, slow and teasing, his hands playing over her arse, her stomach, to tease the undersides of her breasts already had her on the brink of release.
It would not take much to send her over the edge.
Dampness pooled between her legs, more than she'd had with anyone else in her life. And he knew what he was doing to her. He played her like a musical instrument, made her purr to his wicked ability.
Her gown slipped free, and his fingers moved quickly to untie her cotton shift before that too was removed and thrown somewhere behind them.
His lips skimmed her neck. "Do you know how much I want you, lass? Do you have any notion of all the things I want to do to you?"
His firm cock gave her a good idea. He reached around, clasping her breasts, his fingers kneading her nipples to aching peaks. His cock slipped between her arse, grinding there, teasing her in a way she never thought would be an erogenous spot for her. But, with Boyd, well, everything was.
"I'm going to make you come so hard, lass, that you will never want another."
Her breath hitched when he nipped at her neck, his body engulfing her, owning her—holding her at his mercy. Maya pushed back against him, urging him on. "I can hardly wait."
Chapter 18
Boyd didn't think he'd ever feel so out of control as he did right now. The lass had his head spinning, her willingness to be with him, to chase him down and demand what she wanted was a light to his flame.
He kissed her neck, breathing deep her sweet flowery scent, licking along the contour of her neck to see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled.
She did. Better, in fact.
"I doona think I can wait, lass."
She reached behind, holding his hips and grinding herself against him. His cock ached, his balls tight as a fist. She'd unman him before he'd even sank himself into her soft, welcoming heat at this rate.
"What are you waiting for?" she gasped when he set his hand over the thatch of curls between her legs. Boyd frowned, feeling her, and his curiosity got the better of him.
He turned her about and kneeled. He felt his eyes widen at the sight of her sex. Where the hell was her thatch of curls?
"You are almost bald, lass. Whatever have you done to yourself?"
She chuckled, running her fingers through his hair. He glanced up, saw the need, the lust that burned in her dark-blue eyes. His mouth watered with wanting her, and he knew that while he was on his knees, it was only right that he give homage to her cunny.
"I've been waxed." She smiled, tipping up his jaw to look at her. "It'll grow back, especially now that I'm in the sixteenth century. There are no beauty salons here that I can book into."
Boyd didn't understand all that she said, but he could grasp her meaning. "Women do this to themselves in your time? Why? Do men not like a woman in her original, beautiful form?" He ran his hands up the insides of her legs. He could smell her desire, earthy and potent, and his cock twitched.
Soon, he promised himself. Soon he could have her for himself.
"Some do. Not all." She gasped as his thumbs swiped across her partly bald mons. Oh yes, she was wet, ready, and in need of him.
"Lie on the bed, Maya. I want to see you."
She did as he asked without fear. He wondered for a moment if more women in her time were so eager, willing to spread out before a man and let him have his way. A liberating time that were he able to time jump, may prove interesting to visit.
"You like that?"
She purred, staring at him, her eyes blazing with lust. "Yes," she whispered. "But I would like your mouth more."
So would he.
Boyd need no further prompting. From almost the first moment he'd seen the lass, he knew they would end like this. Together. Taking pleasure from each other. He licked along the inside of her leg. Maya chuckled, wiggled, as the action tickled.
"You taste divine," he said, before kissing her sex. She opened for him like a flower as he took her into his mouth. She was wet, hot, a heady scent of desire and need. All the things that made him hard, made him want to wrench himself up and impale her until they were both sated.
He licked and kissed her, fucked her with his tongue. She moaned, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling him against her as she raised her ass, grinding herself upon his mouth. Taking as much as he was giving.
Her breaths hitched, mumbled words spilled from her mouth as he laved her excited flesh.
Boyd, his favorite chant of all.
The word filled a place inside of him long empty, gave him hope, made him want and need things like all honorable men in the world.
She was close, he could sense it, taste it on her weeping bud, but he couldn't allow her to come. Not yet. He wanted to be with her when she shattered. Be one and the same.
Boyd pulled back, ignored her whimpering, her clutching at his shoulders, and came over her, rubbed his cock against her wet, swollen cunny.
"Oh fuck yes," she gasped, wrapping her legs about his hips and trying to drag him close.
"I'm going to tup you now, lass. Make you mine. Tell me that you want me."
"I want you," she gasped. Her hands came up and grasped her breasts, rubbing her pinkened nipples to hard little beaded peaks. Boyd almost came watching her play with herself.
He took a calming breath, needing to satisfy her before he took his pleasure. Determined, even after a hundred years, to be a good lover.
"Mmmm," she panted as he pushed the tip of his cock inside.
Boyd closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm. His arms shook, his hand guiding himself into her.
"You feel so…" Boyd couldn't find the words or hold himself back. She was too hot. Too wet and tight. He thrust into her, impaling her to the very hilt of his cock.
Pleasure ran down his spine, into his balls, and through his body. Gods blood she felt good. Too good.
She pulled him down to kiss her. Their mouths melded, the kiss wild and demanding. He thrust into her, again and again, deep and long.
She kissed him back, her tongue tangling with his, her fingers clasping his hair, punishing and forceful.
"Boyd," she panted, kissing the side of his mouth, his jaw, his neck. He closed his eyes, reveling in her pleasure. Both of their pleasures. He wanted to stay like this forever, in her arms, emotions rioting inside him.
Completeness, fulfillment, hope.
She ground against him, lifted her arse, and his balls tightened, demanded release. He deepened his thrusts, took her to the point of savagery, but nothing could stop him now from taking his pleasure, of spilling his seed into her womb.
Maya kissed his shoulder, throwing her head back as her cunny tightened about him, convulsed and contracted with the first tremors of her release. Boyd tupped her until she broke. Her scream rent the air, sure to be heard throughout the castle.
He cared not. His moans mingled with hers as heat licked his spine. The first vestiges of his orgasm ripped through him, made his breath hitch, his heart stop. He took her without heed, pumped every last ounce of his seed into her, let her tight, convulsing sex drain him of every drop. Exhausted, he slumped down beside her on the furs, pulling her into the crook of his arm.
Their breathing ragged, their bodies damp with sweat, he stared at the ceiling, not remembering sex with a woman ever being so intense, not even when he was married.
He frowned at that truth, as painful as it was to admit. But it gave him hope. Mayhap Maya had been right, and it was time to break the curse. He did not know if it was the lass in his arms who would be the honorable one to free him, but after today, he was starting to think that mayhap she could be.
No one ever in his long life had stirred him as much, made him need like the Scottish highlander he once was.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" she asked, her chuckle vibrating against him as her hand slid up his stomach to play with the fine hairs on his chest. "I'd hate to have broken my new toy so soon."
He laughed, the sound carefree and true. Another new and strange fact of how he had changed since her arrival. "Nay, lass. You dinna hurt me at all. Just give me a minute, and I'll show you that I'm in perfect working condition."
She grinned up at him. Her long, brown locks splayed over his arm and pillow. Her long, lean body curled against his, her perfect creamy flesh pale and pure against his dark sun-kissed skin. He met her gaze, and something shifted inside him, cracked open, and burst free.
"Good, because there are so many things I want to do with you, and we only have a couple of months before I leave. There is much fun to be had before I go."
He pulled her close, the idea of her leaving sending a spike of panic through his gut. "Aye," was all he could reply. Discourse failing him for a moment. The idea of his future, as bleak and mundane as it was before she landed on his hall floor, winding him of breath.
"Best we continue then," she said, rolling to sit atop him.
He was instantly hard. "Do your worst," he taunted.
Her eyes took on a wicked glint before she did, in fact, do her worst and left Boyd gripping for purchase when she was finished with him. Hours later.
Chapter 19
Maya woke the next morning, stretched out on the cool linen sheets, the furs that covered her, luxuriating in the memory of what she and Boyd had done the night before.
Multiple times.
She rolled over, expecting to see him asleep beside her, and was met with an indentation of his large, muscular body imprinted on the bed, but no man.
Where was he? She sat up, looking about the room but found it empty, no sign of him anywhere.
She slumped back down, staring up at the ceiling, and screamed.
Sitting upon one of the rafters was the Fae Queen, her face contorted into a semblance of disdain.
Maya blinked and squealed a second time when the immortal now stood at the base of her bed. "Ah, so you have woken. Our own sleeping precious after your night of revelry with the laird."
A chill ran over her, and she glanced down, ripping up the blankets over her bared chest. "What do you want?"
The Fae wiggled her finger at her, clicking her tongue. "I heard that you had consummated your relationship with Macleod. I did not think he would crumble under your spell so soon, but alas, I was wrong. He proves himself to be as weak as any human male."
Maya wanted to voice that Boyd was anything but weak, but bit her tongue, kept her mouth closed less the queen thought to punish her for her retaliation.
"I don't understand why you keep haunting me. What do you want?"
The queen shrugged, strolled about the room with a graceful air, and yet menace oozed from her every pore. "Macleod displeased the Fae a hundred years ago. Dared to love one of our own. I shall punish him for as long as it pleases me."
Maya shook her head. "Why? Has he not paid enough for living all these years without the woman he loved? He's been alone all that time, has he not disbursed his penance to you?"
"His wife," she said, disdain masking the title, "is trouble in the Seelie Court. Has been since the day she arrived there. The silly fool thought it wrong the treatment of the Macleod and wants me removed as queen. Ha!" She laughed, the sound echoing about the room as if they were in a great canyon. "She i
s as foolish as Macleod thinking that the Fae's wrath is done with him."
"Are not fairy's supposed to be kind? You are part of the Seelie Court, you say. I thought it was only the Unseelie who made strife," Maya stated, sick and tired of being taunted, threatened by this being. Immortal, magic or not, she was not going to be bullied. She jumped from the bed, as naked as the day she was born, and stood nose to nose with the Fae Queen. "I may not know much about Scottish lore or tales of the Fae folk, but I do know that much about you."
If she thought to make Maya cower, she would not. Even if her stance against this female, this evil little fairy got her killed. The room's tone changed, the air crackled with anger, and the queen seemed to start to glow, but not white. Instead a deathly pale gray.
"You would be foolish to believe that the Fae are either kind or cruel. A mistake that your laird pays for to this day, but alas, I see you could be his savior, and I'm not so certain I have finished playing with him yet. He is quite amusing to watch, year after mortal year, a lonely, mundane, pathetic man."
"If Sorcha is causing trouble for you, I hope she is successful in bringing you down. God knows you seem like a trouble maker."
The queen laughed, but her eyes flashed silver, hard and cold. "Do not fall in love, my little human. I should hate to have to take you away from the laird as well, but," she shrugged, floating and gaining height away from Maya, "now that the wheels of pleasure, of emotions, have started, even I cannot stop that, but it doesn't mean that I will allow it to continue. Be warned, mortal."
The queen disappeared without a trace, the only sign that she had been there an odd scent that reminded her of mildew.
Boyd strolled into the room at that exact moment, a maid behind him holding a tray of food squealing in surprise. His eyes widened, his mouth falling lax.
Maya glanced down at herself and gasped, running to the bed and pulling off an animal fur to cover herself, having forgotten her nakedness.
"I'll take the tray," she heard Boyd say to the maid, kicking the door closed when he came into the room. He threw her a lopsided grin, his eyes filled with mischievous light.