A Beautiful Lie (The Camaraes)

by Stephanie Sterling

  “Can’t what?” he murmured, his breath whispering against her swollen wet folds. “Do this?” he teased, before leaning still further forward, and finally tasting her.

  Muira screamed a decidedly unladylike word, (which Lachlan was rather surprised she even knew,) when his tongue darted out from between his lips to sample her delicious juices. Her fingers scrambled to find a hold in his hair, twisting and tugging desperately as Lachlan went to work in earnest.

  She was exquisitely wet, and was rewarded for her body’s eagerness by her husband’s hungrily lapping. The rough pad of his tongue trailed her slit before lavishing extra attention on her clit, finding the smooth little bud and swirling and suckling until Muira’s hips began to arch up off the bed.

  Lachlan listened to his wife’s mindless whimpering as he gorged himself on her salty sweetness. The sound of her, the taste of her and the musky scent of sex were threatening to drive him insane with need. He groaned with relief when he felt her thighs start to tremble, and plunged his tongue into her cunt as he intensified his efforts.

  “Lachlan!” Muira panted frenziedly, her hips were bucking faster now and the fingers coiled in his hair were pulling almost painfully. He turned his attention again to the swollen bundle of nerves at the head of her sex, passing heavily across the raised nub with the rasping muscle of his tongue again and again-until Muira finally broke.

  The tension that had been steadily increasing inside her womb shattered spectacularly. With a deeply satisfied smile, Lachlan pulled back and watched as his wife rode out her orgasm. Her eyes were clenched shut, and her mouth hung open in a silent scream as her body rocked with the enormity of the release that her husband had provided.

  Lachlan grunted his appreciation, but his body was suffering the effects of his restraint. He was just about ready to explode from simply watching her! He crawled up Muira body, looked into her unfocused eyes and nudged his hugely erect cock against her tender opening.

  “You’re going to take me now,” he growled. Muira was still in too dizzy a state of bliss to respond, and so Lachlan plunged forward regardless, groaning loudly as he sank deep into her shuddering sheath. “Oh God you feel so good,” he panted, pulling back at then thrusting into Muira’s body again.

  She was gasping raggedly as the sensual assault on her body continued, speechless with pleasure as Lachlan continued to love her fiercely. There was nothing gentle about the way he was taking her. Lachlan felt a twinge of guilt for using her so roughly, but one look at Muira’s passion glaze expression drove away the notion that she had any complains.

  Her nails dug into the bare skin of his shoulders as he pushed her towards a second peak, plunging inside her with almost animal ferocity.

  “I need to come, lass,” he grunted, almost begging, still chasing his elusive climax. “Hell!” he swore. “I need-” and then Muria toppled over the edge again, squeezing tight around his pulsing cock and dragging him with her into ecstasy. Lachlan’s whole body crackled with pleasure and then he exploded, gushing his seed between Muira’s legs in huge, jetting surges before he collapsed.

  He couldn’t move. Pleasure had worked its way so deep and heavy into his bones that Lachlan didn’t imagine he had the energy to lift so much as a finger. Muira obliged him for as long as she was able, still shakily recovering from her second orgasm herself, but she eventually had to make a little murmur of protest.

  Lachlan just about mustered the energy to move, but he collapsed face-first into the pillows with a contented groan once he had relieved Muira of his weight. His wife nestled against his side, smoothing a hand tenderly over his damp skin, but was content to reward him for his exertions by letting drift into a deep, instant sleep.

  Muira was a little less ready to succumb to slumber however. She was wonderfully sated, Lachlan had seen to that with his usual, marvellous skill. Muira blushed crimson when she recalled what he had done, and where, and with what! She’d never imagined… well, she that learnt a good deal that she’d never imagined seen becoming Lachlan’s wife! However, sated though she was, Muira was still troubled by niggling fears.

  Every time she closed her eyelids Morag’s ring seemed to flash before her eyes.

  Well, Lachlan was with her now. Muira snuggled a little closer to his body, pulling the covers up over them both so that they were nice and cosy. It was easier not to doubt him after being loved so very thoroughly. They couldn’t share what they had done, for it not to mean something special to him, surely? He had said that it did! …only he hadn’t said exactly what it meant and Muira had been too afraid to ask.

  If only he loved her… Muira started in surprise as the wish made its voice heard. Did she really want Lachlan to love her? Of course! She was already falling (had fallen?) in love with him. It was useless to try and deny the fact any longer. She had known Lachlan for all of a week, and yet Muira could barely remember her life without him in it. He was a piece of herself that she hadn’t known she was missing, and now that she had found him she never wanted to let him go.

  “I’m not going to lose you,” Muira whispered the promise into Lachlan’s ear as he slept. “I’ll do anything it takes to make you happy,” she yawned, finally letting her eyes drift shut.

  ..ooOOoo..

  Dawn came spilling through the castle windows, waking Muira from her happy slumber. The dream she had been having quickly started to fade from her mind, but she was sure that she could recall Lachlan doting proudly over a little blue eyed baby who was lying snugly against her breast. She smiled sleepily. Their baby…

  They hadn’t discussed it, but Muira had taken it for granted that, as Mrs MacRae, providing Lachlan with an heir would be one of her most important duties. She felt a flare of hope, perhaps that would make her more acceptable to his mother and the clan? But when she considered how my grandchildren her motherin-law already had that flare spluttered and died. As for the clan, would they take to a child of Cameron descent any better than they had taken to her?

  Sighing, Muira wriggled back against her husband, and then gasped audibly when she felt his arousal pressing back against her bottom. Glancing curiously over her shoulder, Muira turned to see if Lachlan was awake, and was surprised to find that he was still sleeping soundly.

  She twisted around so that she could face him, and then whispered his name, but got no response. A guilty excitement was building in her womb as she reached out a hand to touch him. Muria didn’t dare go instantly where she most wanted, starting instead with his chest and then slowly trailing her fingers lower, watching all the time for any sign that Lachlan was waking up.

  Muria gave a little shudder of delight when her hand finally closed around his cock, milking the silky, steely length of him until he was as huge as he had been the night before. Lachlan groaned deeply, and then his eyes finally flickered open. It took him a moment to focus on her face, to come fully enough awake to realise what was happening. When he did, his eyes almost instantly rolled back in his head.

  “Muira?” Lachlan choked, unable to stop himself from bucking into her hand. “Oh God, Muira,” he groaned. His face tensed in an expression that mimicked pain.

  Muira’s lips curved upward in a smile that was half sultry, half surprised that she had really dared to initiate things. Her husband appeared to be held completely in her thrall. Time after time he had made her mindless with passion, unable to think for the intensity of sensation that he could stoke within her body, it was truly dizzying to think that she could do the same to him.

  “If you don’t stop-!” he gasped, grasping her wrist with trembling fingers.

  “Mmm?” she simpered smugly, although she then squealed at the speed with which Lachlan moved. He had her on her back, legs apart in a heartbeat-which, given the rapid state of her pulse, was quite something!

  “I want to be inside you,” he panted, and his voice was shaky. Muira had never seen him quite so desperate. It was a little terrifying, although hugely exhilarating, to realise that he needed her so terribl
y desperately.

  “I want you inside me,” she mewed, wrapping her arms around Lachlan’s neck and dragging his lips down upon her own. His tongue surging inside her mouth just as his cock thrust into her body.

  Muira was dripping wet, but she was also as tight as a clenched fist, so she lost her breath as he penetrated her, straining to accommodated his thick sex as her body stretched around him. Lachlan’s hands scooted under her bottom, arranging her beneath him as he ground into her body, eking sounds from her lips that were just as desperate as the noises he was making.

  “More,” she puffed, rocking beneath him, raking her nails down his back until she was able to grip the curve of his arse. “More, Lachlan,” she begged. He swore and plunged harder. Raw need, and not finesse, was the flame that had them both burning as they moved together.

  “Come for me, Muira,” Lachlan panted, slipping a hand between their bodies. “God, I can’t wait,” he grunted, thrusting harder and faster, until he couldn’t contain his release any longer.

  It was the hot rush of his seed splashing against her womb that sent Muira toppling into ecstasy of her own. She jerked and clenched around him, clutching at his body as she rode out her release, slumping back onto the pillows, completely spent, and then welcoming the weight of her husband’s body as he collapsed on top of her.

  “I think-” Lachlan panted, trying to catch his breath, “-that I can assume you’re feeling much better?” Muira giggled and nodded. She hugged him tight, then squealed a little when Lachlan reversed their positions so that he was lying on his back with Muira held tight against his chest. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, sweeping her hair back from her face and then kissing her cheek.

  Muira felt herself fairly melt against Lachlan’s body as the words were whispered into her ear. She placed a kiss of her own on his collarbone and let her fingers drift over the shallow indentations between his ribs.

  “You’re rather amazing yourself, you know,” she breathed, flushing as she delivered the compliment. Lachlan grinned widely. Still beaming, he kissed her again.

  “I suppose we have to get up?” he sighed reluctantly, after they had lain in contented silence for a few more minutes.

  “Do you think so?” Muira asked, wrinkling her nose and echoing her husband’s disinclination to leave their bed.

  “’fraid so, lass,” Lachlan chuckled, sitting up, and consequently forcing Muira to sit up as she had still been lying on his chest. He threw his legs over the side of the bed, stood up and stretched. Muira watching the ripple of muscle appreciatively, reaffirming her opinion that he was an outstanding specimen of a man.

  “You’ll be busy all day again?” she asked quietly. She didn’t mean to cling, but she felt lost without him.

  “Aye, I expect so,” Lachlan nodded, picking up his kilt. “Can’t be helped.”

  “Oh I know that,” Muira said quickly. “I do understand,” she added, “I just-I miss you I suppose,” she mumbled, colour staining her cheeks once more. When she looked up, she found that Lachlan was grinning at her again. “What?” she demanded defensively, but her husband simply shook his head, still smiling.

  He finished dressing swiftly, and was ready to go before Muira had even rung for her maid. Lachlan dropped a kiss to her lips in farewell and then turned to leave. He was just opening up the door when she called to him.

  “What am I meant to do, Lachlan?” she asked quietly. He looked over his shoulder uncertainly. “I can help-with the running of the castle-with something-my aunt used to-”

  “It might be best if you didn’t try to do too much just yet, lass,” Lachlan said carefully. “Just let people get used to you first-”

  “Stay out of the way you mean?” Muira frowned, hurt. “Lachlan I’m not useless!” she cried.

  Her husband sighed, and turned around fully to face her properly. “Aye, I know that, lass. Just-give it time,” he implored. Muira continued to stare at him unhappily, but Lachlan had apparently said all that he was going to on the subject; he turned away again, and left the room.

  “So much for being amazing then,” Muira snorted, thumping a pillow soundly.

  ..ooOOoo..

  Muira’s mood was no better by the time Liane arrived to help her dress. If she weren’t allowed a proper role within the castle than she would surely be bored to death! She bemoaned this fact to Bridghe too, when her sister-in-law arrived as promised to check on her.

  “You’ll have roles enough when Lachlan’s the laird,” she pointed out. “You should enjoy lounging around with nothing to do while you can.” Liane gave a vigorous nod of her head, probably wishing that she had a little less to do around the castle herself.

  “When Lachlan’s the laird?” Muira repeated hopefully. “You really don’t think I’ve ruined it for him then?” she asked breathlessly.

  Bridghe frowned slightly, probably because of the odd way that she’d phrased the question, Muira realised belatedly. However the other woman didn’t make anything of it in the end.

  “Lachlan’s the best man for the position by a long way,” Bridghe argued. “People might be a little… upset about things now,” she admitted, dropping her gaze. “But they aren’t stupid. Most people will come around, given time,” she said with a small smile.

  “I hope you’re right,” Muira sighed. “But in the meantime, what am I meant to do?”

  Bridghe smiled innocently. “Have lots of little MacRae babies? Lachlan isn’t exactly getting any younger you know,” she giggled.

  “Bridghe!” Muira gasped, laughing, but clapping a hand over her mouth as if she couldn’t quite believe what the other woman had said.

  “Well he isn’t,” Bridghe continued to giggle. “Besides, my two need some playmates,” she added more seriously. “Eithne and Sorcha had lovely children, but they’re so much older than the twins.”

  “Lachlan and I haven’t really talked about having children,” Muira murmured. She stared down at her hands, all of a sudden glad of the distraction of Liane fixing her hair. She wondered what it would be like to bear Lachlan’s babies?

  “Well, it’s not exactly something that needs discussing, is it?” Bridghe raised an eyebrow at her sister-in-law. “You forget how long I’ve know my brother,” she said, rolling her eyes, before then staring pointedly at Muira stomach. “I can almost guarantee that the twins will have a new little cousin before twelve months pass,” she smirked.

  “Bridghe!” Muira choked. “My goodness! You really do say what you think, don’t you?” she gaped.

  The older woman smiled cheekily. “The consequence of spending too much time with one’s brother when growing up I fear.”

  “Well I have two brothers, and I never-”

  “Ah yes-” Bridghe interrupted Muira, her voice suddenly serious again. “Sorcha was telling me, one of them is the tanist?”

  “Ewan’s the war captain,” Muira frowned. “How did your sister-?”

  “Graem told my mother, and my mother told-”

  “Everyone?” Muira whimpered.

  “Oh it’s not so bad as that,” Bridghe assured her.

  Muira thought that it was ever so kind of Lachlan’s sister to befriend and bolstered her in such a manner. She knew that Bridghe had originally been acting out of a love for her brother, but Muira thought that maybe the spark of a real friendship had formed between them.

  “What are your plans for today then, Muria?” she asked, sitting down in front of the fire while Liane put the finishing touches to her mistress’s hair.

  Keeping out of everyone’s way… Muira almost replied. She managed to stop herself however, and answered instead with a little shrug.

  “I suppose you could come with me to see Eithne,” she said slowly. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Sorcha’s going too, so you could meet the whole family.”

  Muira wasn’t sure that she wanted to meet the whole family, at least not without the protection of her husband. If Eithne and Sorcha were just like Bridghe then she would be f
ine, but if they took after their mother…

  “I wouldn’t want to intrude,” Muira said carefully.

  “You are family now though,” Bridghe continued, apparently warming to the idea. “And if we leave it up to Lachlan to introduce you it might happen sometime in the next decade,” she snorted uncharitably. “Eithne might even throw some kind of party for you,” Bridghe continued, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

  “Party?” Muira croaked. She loved feasts and balls ordinarily, but a MacRae party was something that Muira wasn’t quite sure that she was quite ready for yet.

  “Eithne is said to throw the best parties,” Bridghe nodded, although the look on her face seemed to imply that she didn’t care too much about gaining such labels herself. “I hate to say it, but it would really help if Eithne was seen to show you such favour,” she added gently.

  Muira nodded nervously. “Your sister doesn’t live here at the castle?” she asked quietly.

  “No, her husband has a large holding of land, with its own house, a couple of miles away from Eilean Donan,” Bridghe explained. “So, what do you say, are you going to come?”

  Muira paused thoughtfully. It was terribly tempting, to be allowed to leave the chamber and explore a little. Even the prospect of meeting someone new wasn’t wholly disagreeable. But it was daunting, and Muira wasn’t entirely sure if Lachlan would approve of her going off without him. Although, how could he object really? She would be with his sisters after all. Surely there was no harm in that? Muira wondered fearfully if her motherin-law might also be coming along, but Bridghe hadn’t said so… so she chose to assume not.

  “Muira?” Bridghe pressed, tired of waiting for an answer.

  “Oh, sorry, yes,” Muira blurted. The words tumbled out of her mouth before she’d really finished considering them.

  “Excellent,” Bridghe smiled. “You seem quite like Eithne,” she mused thoughtfully. “I’m sure you’ll get along famously.”

  ..ooOOoo..