Highland Vampire

by Suz deMello

  I sucked in a breath, and he kissed down my neck to my breast, nipping and nibbling almost to the point of pain. He sucked my nipple, then licked, comforting the spot he’d so sensually savaged.

  He bent one knee, pressing a brawny thigh onto my core. I responded, grinding my slick pussy against him, feeling the hair on his leg abrade my clit. I opened my legs wider, welcoming the stimulation.

  “Now?” he asked, his voice rough.

  “I don’t have any protection.”

  He groaned, then hastily stood and sprinted into an adjoining room. He came back soon, waving a condom packet. Fingers clumsy with need, he fumbled.

  Pleased to see this evidence of his desire, I said, “Let me.” I reached for it, ripped it open and covered his thick, red cock. The condom was lubricated and went on with ease.

  He dropped onto me and inside me in one motion. I gasped; he was big and hard and hot, but I was wet and open and the sensation of his cock entering me shot me straight to heaven. Clinging to him, I flung my legs up and around his waist as he began to pump, kissing me all the while. He filled me all the way to my womb, and his steady rhythm was just right. I could feel his thick head against my channel’s walls each time he plunged into me, opening me wider, taking me higher.

  Our bodies, sweaty from the great sex, smacked together every time I lifted my hips and he drove into me. Every thrust took me closer to my goal.

  Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he lifted up, reached between us and began to finger my clit. He explored the folds, and I could tell from the intent expression on his face that he was listening to my response. I closed my eyes and let it happen, let him find the trigger to my orgasm.

  He pushed directly on the pearl, and I gasped, “Too much, too much.” He moved his finger to one side and that was it. Ripples of pleasure began to radiate with my core at the center of the intensity. Enveloped in ecstasy, I began to come, and while I did, he continued to play with me and fuck me.

  The orgasm went on and on, fueled by Garrett’s searching fingers, his probing cock opening my cunt. Long, deep moans poured from the heart of me, ebbing and flowing with the waves of pleasure.

  When I was done, I opened my eyes. He’d been watching me, and I was a little embarrassed…did I look weird when I came, my mouth wide open, eyes squinched shut, writhing and crying out?

  Fuck it. I didn’t care, especially when he kissed me. Still deep inside, he said, “My turn.” He gripped my hips hard and hammered into me faster, pounding me without restraint. I hung on to his shoulders, my pussy full and aching from the relentless surge of his thick rod.

  When his tool, impossibly, seemed to thicken even more, I hurtled again into bliss as we came together.

  I awakened with Garrett watching me, his green eyes gleaming in the dim light, a satisfied smile on his face. But where my legs stuck out from underneath him and the quilt, I was cold, and I noticed that the fire had cooled to embers. I squirmed away from him and looked for my panties.

  “Where are ye going, kylyrra?”

  “I want to take a bath and go to bed.”

  “Ye can do that here.”

  “Mmm… I want my own toiletries,” I said, thinking of the lush rose-scented cream and powder I’d bought from Marks & Spencer.

  He raised his brows but didn’t protest, instead picking up his shirt. “I’ll walk ye to your room.”

  His arm was tight around my waist as he walked me to the castle. Inside, lamps shaped like medieval torches lit the way. Garrett kissed me at my door and whispered, “See ye in the morn.”

  His attentive staff had turned down my bed before they left. The remaining coals in the hearth glowed, glinting off the crossed pair of medieval claymores that hung on the stone wall. I bathed quickly and dived between the sheets, expecting to shoot straight off to dreamland.

  Instead, my body took a few minutes to warm the linens, but I used the time to smile about the amazing sex with Garrett. I never expected my cool Scotsman to turn into a wild man in the sack, but he had. For the first time since Auntie Jacqueline’s illness, I fell asleep happy.

  I floated back into consciousness with the sensation of being watched. Then cool fingers stroked my breasts. “Garrett…” I sighed.

  Low, soft laughter before a mouth latched onto my nipple, the same one he’d tormented earlier in the evening. “The other one,” I grumbled.

  More laughter, then obedience, with those strangely cool lips caressing the crest into hardness, sucking the tip, nipping until I groaned. A hand slipped between my thighs, fingering me anew. Though I was a little sore from the rough ride he’d taken earlier, I was willing. I parted my legs and when long fingers slid into my channel, I was ready. I clenched around the hand, cool and hard as marble. The sensation was both heady and refreshing, and I came rapidly while his teeth stroked my neck.

  I fell asleep again, fully pleasured, delighted that my lover had come to me and given rather than taken.

  Chapter Two

  The wicked stepbrother showed up the next afternoon, just after teatime.

  Garrett and I had spent the day hiking. He’d showed me his favorite walks, starting with a ramble along a burn through the glen to the next little town, Torcuil, where we ate lunch. Later we walked past emerald pastures dotted with white puffy sheep, ending up at the ocean. The sun had broken out of the clouds, and we dared to lie naked on the beach in the thin sunlight, even to wade in the cold shallows, his terrier playing and snapping at the waves.

  We returned to Kilburn Castle chilled but happy and laughing. We sipped tea in his cozy sitting room before he kissed me, took me by the hand and walked me to the door. “I’ll see ye for dinner?”

  “And later, I hope.” I smiled at him.

  “I’ll take ye somewhere special tonight. A half hour away there’s a big inn with a gourmet restaurant, believe it or not. It was featured on one of your Food Channel shows, even.”

  “Oh, I believe it. Nothing would surprise me about the Highlands.” I was rapidly falling for the place as well as for Garrett, who seemed to embody the spirit of this beautiful, wild country.

  We walked from the gatehouse to the castle and there he was, clad in a navy pin-striped suit. I stiffened, recognizing the same suit he’d worn at the reading of Auntie Jacqueline’s will. He’d been red faced and furious, vowing to wrest control of our family company away from me.

  I clutched Garrett’s hand. “Stanton! What are you doing here?”

  The bastard waved a sheaf of white papers. “Gotcha, honey.”

  “I don’t think so,” Garrett said. “I believe I have, er, got the lady. Who is this?”

  “The wicked stepbrother,” I said.

  Garrett looked confused for a moment before realization flashed through his eyes. “Ah, yes. Well, let’s greet him, shall we?” He advanced upon Stanton. “Welcome to Castle Kilburn. I am Garrett Kilburn. Will ye be needing a bed for the night?”

  Stanton harrumphed and said, “The only thing I need is her to come with me.”

  I laughed. “Why would I do that?”

  “Court order,” he said, trying to sound important. He thrust the papers at me.

  I took them, noting the heading. “It’s from California and it doesn’t mean a thing here.” I grinned at him and rocked back on my boot heels, wondering how long it would take for Stanton to get me into trouble in the U.K.

  “Why don’t ye work it out in the morning?” Garrett said, his voice gentle.

  I stared at him. Why was he so insistent upon offering hospitality to Stanton the snake?

  “Night’s falling,” Garrett continued. “There’s no other suitable lodging hereabouts.”

  A sly expression crossed Stanton’s face. “Is she staying here also?”

  “There’s nowhere else.” I struggled to remain composed in the face of his insulting habit of referring to me in the third person. He didn’t know that I was evading, and planned to stay in the gatehouse with Garrett. I wouldn’t chance sta
ying in the castle alone with Stanton.

  Stanton took a deep breath. “Then I’ll stay.”

  “Good!” Garrett said heartily. I had never heard that tone of voice from him, but felt like I knew him well enough to suspect he had something up his sweatered sleeve. His gaze flicked upward, toward the castle’s tower. “I’ll lodge ye in the tower. It’s quite picturesque, unique even. In the meantime, ye can get a fine meal in the village pub.”

  That would work for me. The last thing I wanted was to break bread with that snake. When we returned from dinner at about midnight I could see lamplight high in the tower. “Is that Stanton’s room?” I asked Garrett.

  “Indeed it is.”

  “I guess no one at the pub told him that the castle’s haunted.”

  “Or he ignored their warnings,” Garrett said calmly. “Ye’re not going to sneak off back to your room tonight, are ye? I don’t advise it.”

  “No, but I want to get some things from there. Come with me, will you?”

  Garrett opened the huge double doors and ushered me through. A cold breeze flowed inside the castle, chilling me through my sequined sweater and wool skirt. “It’s colder in here than outside,” I said. “That’s strange.”

  “Not at all. I lowered the heat.” He smiled at me. “No sense making the wicked stepbrother too welcome.”

  I laughed, but a prickling feeling of unease trickled down my back, and I had the now-familiar sense of being watched. I turned my head, and there was Garrett, regarding me with bright, curious eyes.

  “You’re not worried about him, are ye?”

  “Oh, no.” I shook off the feeling. After all, I’d slept two nights in the castle and nothing had happened to me, just some great sex. And I looked forward to more tonight.

  But when we got to bed, nothing went right. The tension from seeing Stanton again, knowing he was so close, locked me tight as a safe-deposit box. Finally, after fifteen minutes of sixty-nine, Garrett raised his head from my unresponsive snatch. “Talk to me.”

  Rolling over onto my back, I sighed and closed my eyes. Tears slipped out and ran hotly down my cheeks.

  “Och, kylyrra, it canna be so bad. We’ll get through this. Just tell me what’s going on inside your pretty head.” He caressed my temple, played with my hair.

  “It’s Stanton,” I whispered. “I’m really scared of him.”

  “He canna do anything to hurt ye, he truly can’t. Not while ye’re here with me. But what happened?”

  I gulped. “When our—my—aunt Jacqueline died…she was… Okay, I’ll start at the beginning. My aunt, Jacqueline Desmond, was a research chemist. She specialized in taking industrial chemicals and refining them to a point where they could be used in pharmaceutical research. She made a lot, and I mean a lot, of money.”

  He stirred beside me. “I see. When she died, she left ye that money and Stanton wants it.”

  “It’s not just the money,” I said. “We all have money. She left me the patents and a controlling interest in the company, Desmond PharmaChemistry.”

  “Ah…” He nodded. “She left ye the money and the power.”

  “Yeah. She was a lesbian in an age when gays didn’t leave the closet, you know? She never married or had kids, and I was her favorite relative. She loathed Stanton, who became part of the family when my father remarried five years ago. She was the person who first called him Stanton the snake.”

  “And she showed her feelings in her will.”

  “Yeah.”

  “And Stanton, obviously, did not respond well.”

  “And he got the rest of my family on his side.” I gulped, trying to hold back tears of betrayal. “See, I didn’t know what to do. Hey, I majored in art history, not business! I’m not stupid. I decided to leave everything as is. The company was concentrating on anti-aging and cancer-fighting compounds. Stanton wanted it to manufacture psychopharmaceuticals, which he knew more about.”

  “A power grab.”

  “Exactly. But first he claimed that I was floundering, and then he said I was a nutcase. He’s trying to have me thrown into an institution.”

  “What? An institution? What kind?” For the first time, Garrett sounded alarmed.

  “He filed to break the will, but that takes too long. It could be a decade before courts rule on anything. He’s a psychiatrist, so he got a couple of family members to say that I was off my rocker. That would get me committed.”

  He sucked in a breath, visibly angry before he controlled himself. “So ye ran.”

  “So I ran.”

  I stared into his cool green eyes and he stared back. After a moment, he said, “I promise ye, there’s nothing for ye to fear. Ye spoke rightly when ye said that a California order has no effect here.”

  “But I can’t go back home,” I whispered.

  He raised a brow. “Are ye so eager to leave?”

  “Well, Los Angeles is my home and this is…well, you have to admit that this is a bit of a backwater.”

  “I see.” His voice sounded remote. “Not enough excitement for a big-city girl.”

  I was pleased that he understood. “Yeah, but it’s great being here now. You make me feel so safe.”

  “Safe.” He didn’t seem happy.

  I squeezed his cock. It hardened in my hand, and I got an absurd feeling of accomplishment. “I hate having my freedom limited.”

  He sighed. I didn’t understand what that sigh meant. “We’ll make it right. Ye said ye have money, right? Money buys lawyers. We can hire a good solicitor here and one in Los Angeles.”

  “True.”

  He hesitated a moment, then said, “Are ye absolutely sure that Stanton is as evil as you say?”

  “Oh, absolutely,” I said fervently. “He’s never been kind to me, and when I saw the men in the white coats show up at my front door…” I shuddered and broke out in a sweat. “I ran out the back and fled all the way here. Believe me, there isn’t a shred of affection between us.”

  “Foine,” Garrett said. “Now, I think you need a distraction.”

  “A distraction?”

  “Yeah.” He stood, and I admired his wiry body as he reached for a tartan cloth draped over a drawer pull. It was in two shades of blue with red and yellow.

  “What’s that?”

  “’Tis the Kilburnie tartan.” He ran the edges of the oblong cloth over my breasts. My tips puckered. “Lie down, kylyrra.”

  I stretched out on the bed. He took my hand and wound one end of the scarf around my wrist.

  “Wh-what are you doing?”

  “Making you feel good.” He looped the free end of the scarf around a bar in his headboard, then took my other hand.

  Soon I was secured tightly, but comfortably. A distraction, indeed. My tense breaths came short, lifting my breasts as he lightly ran cool fingers down my arms to my tight, hard nipples. He plucked them, and intense shards of pleasure snapped through my body, as though he’d flicked my clit. He kissed me, thrusting his tongue deep, then nibbled my lower lip.

  I sighed and pressed my body against his, opening my legs. He settled between them, his lovely weight pushing me into the mattress. His erection throbbed insistently, hard and hot against my pussy. I lifted my hips and rubbed against him, our bodies sliding together. He pulled away and I groaned, an incoherent protest.

  He chuckled. “Want something more, kylyrra?”

  “Yes yes yes yes yes…” I tried to tug my wrists out of the tartan, but the scarf was tied tightly enough to entrap me, keeping me entirely under his control.

  He left my lips and laid a trail of nibbling kisses along my neck while continuing to caress my breasts, thumbs and fingers pressing my nipples, heightening the pleasure into ecstasy.

  “Do you trust me?” His hand found my pussy, caressing between the folds.

  Breathless, mindless, I could hardly speak. “I…I guess.”

  He slipped a finger inside me, and my wetness belied my hesitant answer. He chuckled, then turned me over, twisti
ng the scarf so it tightened. My face was in the pillows and my buttocks in the air.

  “What a lovely sight.” He caressed my ass, ran a finger along my crack, stopped at the snug back portal.

  I drew in a sharp, frightened breath. I’d never liked anal sex. “I, uh, I don’t know if I want to do that.”

  “Do what?” His voice was reasonable. Something warm and wet touched the sensitive bud. His tongue? Then something entered me, its way eased by the wetness. “Irresistible.”

  His finger pumped me slowly while he caressed my clit with his other hand. Writhing, I rubbed my aroused nipples against the sheets. A glittering pleasure shot along every nerve ending.

  Hands palmed my rear, separating me. I whimpered.

  “You’re very open,” he whispered.

  “Am I?” Every muscle was tight and tense. I didn’t want this…or did I? Garrett was a tender and considerate lover, and I couldn’t believe he’d hurt me. “I’m scared.”

  “Don’t be.” His hands clenched on my ass a moment before his cock thrust deeply into my pussy.

  Relieved, I arched and bowed, pushing back and forth into the rhythm he ordered. Then, with the next surge, his open hand met my butt cheek. The smack vibrated through me, reverberated around the room.

  I gasped and jerked. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “I’m spanking your pretty rear end, kylyrra. Hasn’t anyone else ever spanked your bottom? It’s fair irresistible, your bum.”

  “You’re the bum here.”

  “Now, don’t be cheeky.” Each syllable and thrust was punctuated with a loud slap on my ass, which tingled and stung. “And don’t tell me I’m hurting you, either. Your pussy tells me differently.”

  That was true. With my love channel open and dripping with sex juices, he rode me with ease. The sound of his merciless spanking alternated with the sucking and slurping of my pussy as his cock pierced my core. My bound hands forced me to focus on responding to him with the rest of my body. My entire being seemed gathered into my glowing cunt and flaming bottom.