The Highlander’s Witch

by Jennifer France

  “Are you going to explain?”

  “Explain?”

  He frowned as she raised her arm to push back the hair from her face causing her breasts to threaten to spill over, even as she clutched at the coverings. He focused on the golden skin, remembering the silky smoothness as he had held her close, trying to warm her with his body.

  How he wanted to warm her in other ways.

  “Well?”

  He blinked at how strong and irksome her question sounded.

  “For someone who was in a rainstorm for hours an feverish, ye sure do sound hearty.”

  He watched her blush deepen and wondered at it.

  “I’m a fast healer.” She shrugged.

  “Ahhh.” He said as if that answered all.

  “Are you going to explain now what you are going to do with me?”

  Why that question caused his groin to swell he refused to think of, but his mouth watered as he remembered the satiny curves he had held in his arms a short while before and knew exactly what he wanted to do to her.

  Skye’s mouth opened as she watched his eyes darken and then her gaze dropped to his shaft straining upwards between thick thighs lightly covered in dark hair and she swallowed, her breasts growing heavy and painful as her nipples hardened, feeling dampness between her thighs.

  She really didn’t care that he hadn’t answered her question when all she could think of was touching him, her mouth watering for a taste.

  She raised her eyes, taking in the hard plains of his darkly tanned, lean stomach. Fascinated with how his chest hair went from a narrow strip up his flat belly to spread out over his broad chest.

  Skye’s fingers itched to spear through that hair to feel if it was as soft as it appeared and her breath quickened at the thought. Her gaze traveled upwards taking in his muscled arms and shoulders and further to a face kept masculine by a strong chin, cheekbones, and nose. It was his blue eyes, fringed in thick black lashes, watching her intently that had her barely holding back a whimper of need.

  She instantly knew what she wanted. Not knowing if this chance would ever happen again, she lifted her chin and lowered her hands.

  Aiden sat still through her perusal of him while clenching and unclenching his jaw but he straightened when she let the covering fall from her breasts to her lap. His eyes narrowed as he watched her nipples harden in the warmth of the room and her breath quicken.

  “Lass.” He cautioned as she removed the furs from her completely.

  Her determined eyes never left his as a flush spread over her face and down her neck just before she rolled over and slowly made her way toward him on hands and knees.

  Every muscle in his body tightened when her hand touched his ankle and traveled slowly up his calf, the other tracing the same path over his opposite leg.

  Aiden watched her swallow as her eyes left his face and fixated on his staff. Unable to move, wondering, waiting for what she would do next.

  She eased between his rock-hard thighs, her fingers sliding over his legs, enjoying the way the crisp hairs tickled her fingertips before coming up the inside of his thighs to cup the base of his cock.

  Licking dry lips, she peeked at his face and bit her lip. When he didn’t move to stop her, she lowered her head slowly, her tongue flicking out to capture the drop of cum that leaked from the head, her eyes never leaving his.

  He went to swallow but froze as her hot mouth opened and sunk over his eager cock, gripping him in heated wetness as she tried to suck him in, her mouth indenting as her tongue swirled around the underside.

  She tried to take him all in, but he was too big and she moaned in disappointment.

  He grabbed her hair in his fists when vibrations from her whimper tempted his resolve.

  “Och, leanabh.” He gritted out as his neck strained and his head fell back only to swing back down in his need to watch, trying to keep her from moving so he would not explode like a lad at his first bedding.

  His hands holding her still caused her nipples to tighten and she sat up straighter, rubbing herself against him, locking her knees together to stop the achy swollen feeling growing in her. Needing to keep touching him, she laved him with her tongue as she cupped his sacs in one of her hands and lightly squeezed as the other hand slipped around his outer thigh, squeezing.

  “Och, leanabh.” He repeated, his voice strained, lost to the feeling of her hot mouth stretched over his cock as her hand moved from his balls to the base, gripping it in her small fist.

  Before he embarrassed himself, he hauled her up by her shoulders, trying not to bruise her as he pushed her back onto the furs. His mouth silencing her cries of protest as his hands ran down her body to the vee of her legs and then to the wetness between them.

  Skye cried out against his mouth as nerve endings came to life at his touch, her body arched in need. She welcomed his tongue eagerly, opening to its invasion as she pressed upwards, needing to feel him on her, in her.

  She gasped when his fingers sunk inside her. “Oh, God, yes.”

  Her legs opened of their own accord and she panted as she wrapped her hands around his back, demanding he close the gap by grabbing his muscled forceps and pulling him closer.

  His fingers spread through her juices, sliding over her swollen clit then back to her pussy. “So damn tight.”

  “Please.” She begged, the heels of her feet helping her to press into his hand as his fingers plunged inside then back out.

  “More.” She sobbed. “Please, Aiden, more.”

  Skye squirmed under the onslaught of his hands and mouth. Her body grew tighter as consuming need speared her core, turning her body into an inferno of heat.

  Taking his cock, he swirled it around her opening, coating the head in her juices before slipping his hand under her waist and thrusting inside her tight sheath.

  Her body stiffened as she cried out in surprise.

  His heart entered his throat and he stilled.

  Looking down at her face, he watched a tear slide down her cheek as she bit her lower lip. “Ye where a virgin.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed before opening them and nodding.

  “Why did ye no say something?”

  Her hands where clenching his shoulders, whether to pull him closer or push him away he could not say, so he waited, not moving.

  “I didn’t . . . I wasn’t . . . thinking about it.” She searched his face. “I’m sorry, I just wanted you so much, it didn’t cross my mind, I mean—”

  Embarrassed and hurting, she shook her head, not knowing what to say as her eyes skittered away from his.

  He leaned forward to kiss her and she winced at the pain.

  “Och, lass. Ye be killin me.” He said softly.

  “I’m sorry. I knew it was going to hurt, just not this much.” She looked back at him then quickly away, mortified that she was acting like an idiot but he was larger than any other man she had ever seen and she should have considered that.

  “I think maybe you’re too big.” She whispered.

  He tried hard not to chuckle, but failed.

  She glared at him and tried to push him off but flinched at the pain.

  “Shhh.” He slowly eased forward and kissed her forehead. “Doona move. Just relax.”

  He spoke softly as his brogue thickened in his need, placing gentle kisses along her temple, down her cheek to her mouth, where he nibbled at the lip she was biting.

  “Tis alright, ghaol.”

  Her breathing hitched at his gentleness and she accepted her body’s reaction as it began to relax.

  “An toir thu dhomh pòg?”

  She let go of her lip and opened her mouth, kissing him as he asked.

  It was slow; this seduction of her senses, and her body began to respond.

  He touched her cheek with his fingertips before sliding down her neck to cup her breast letting his thumb scrape back and forth over her nipple.

  She could not help the way her body arched at the contact and ga
sped.

  He stilled. “Does it hurt, wee one?”

  She looked at him and blinked as she assessed her body then smiled shyly and shook her head.

  He returned her smile and went back to kissing her.

  “Aiden.” She cried softly, moving under him as desire again began to course through her, testing and unsure.

  His mouth found the place where her neck and shoulder met and he lapped at it with his tongue, adding pressure when she cried out, her body thrust up of its own will but he remained still, nibbling up her throat to her earlobe.

  She moaned as the pain receded and the feeling of fullness became pleasurable.

  Moving, she again tested the sensitivity and sighed in approval as he pushed in deeper.

  Still confused at how this girl responded so easily and with great desire for being a virgin, Aiden kept his body still, sweating at the restraint of not plunging deeper into her tight heat, allowing her to grow accustomed to his invasion.

  His teeth skimmed over her full lower lip before tugging at it. When she moaned and opened to him, he slipped his tongue in and caressed the recess of her mouth.

  Pressing herself against him, Skye pleaded. “Please, Aiden. Move. Do something . . . please.”

  He groaned at her words and pressed slowly into her.

  Her whimper of frustration teased his ear as she eased her hand down over his back to his buttocks, her nails digging in as she pressed up using her heels and widening her knees.

  Her begging tested Aiden’s control as he eased out unhurriedly before pressing in deeper.

  “Easy, lass.” He cautioned setting a slow pace as a bead of sweat slipped from his hairline to his clenched jaw.

  Always preferring the experienced so his dark desires were easier to accept, he had stayed clear of virgins. Now he held one under him. As he was straining to keep control, goose bumps skittered across his damp skin where her fingernails skimmed, gritting his teeth as he swelled inside her and thankful when she whispered in his ear, biting as she told him how wonderful it felt and still he took his time.

  More sweat broke out on his forehead as her pussy tightened around him, squeezing an already tight fit. She had found his rhythm and met his thrusts, her head tilted back.

  She could hear how wet she was as he eased himself in and out, the feeling of emptiness as he pulled out only to stretch her when he eased back in drove her need higher.

  Grinding against him, Skye frowned as she began to feel closer to the orgasm only her hands had brought her before.

  “What do ye need, lass?”

  “I don’t know.” She gasped. “More. Please, Aiden, I just need more. Now. Faster. Something.”

  She wept, her breath caught as he thrust harder inside.

  He pulled out to the tip then plunged in, watching her for signs of discomfort.

  On the second thrust, she cried out. “Yes, that’s it.”

  She moved, squirmed under him, pulled at him with her hands, ground her heels to shove her hips up and he watched as her face flushed and the need to bury himself deeper consumed him. He placed a hand under her waist and pulled her tight against his pelvis, his mouth claiming her breast and he suckled as he drove in and out of her, pulling at her nipple, biting at the underside of her breast, constantly watching her reactions to ensure she found pleasure.

  Skye was lost in sensation.

  Every touch, every time he pushed harder inside her, deeper, she felt the pressure, the need growing in her womb. When he suckled her breast it shot to her core, when he bit, licked, or plunged inside, the pressure grew. Her head tossed from side to side as she opened her knees wider. Shoulders pressed against the floor, she ground her pelvis against him causing the tempest in her body to rush to her womb.

  “Please, Aiden, please.” She cried in need. “More. Harder. Please, harder.” The last word drawn out as her neck arched.

  “Cum for me, leanabh.” He demanded as he descended on her bared neck, thrusting harder.

  Skye felt him suck at the vein just above the juncture of her shoulder and her breath caught as molten lava erupted deep inside her cunt, coursing in waves through her.

  Her orgasm gripped his cock as he pumped harder, lost in her tight hot sheath, scraping his teeth over her neck as his balls tightened painfully, but it wasn’t until Skye cried out his name that they exploded, shooting through his shaft, expanding it painfully before it spurted into her heated depth.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God . . . oh, my God.” Skye whispered when she was able to breathe, her body held tightly in Aiden’s arms as she collapsed, limp and sweaty from her orgasm.

  Aiden silently held her as their breathing slowed, amazed at what they had just done when such a short time before she was at deaths door.

  Easing from her, he rolled to his back taking her with him. He brushed the hair from her face and saw her grin. Before he could question her, she lifted her head to see him.

  “I waited twenty-four years for this.” She said as if surprised by that fact.

  “Ye waited twenty-four years for me.” He assured her as he tucked her back under his chin, wondering who was more shocked at his words.

  When he was sure she wasn’t going to respond to his comment, he eased away from her and got up. He felt her silent gaze on him as he got out a flask and cloth before returning to her side.

  “Tis cold, but will be better to be clean as yer body starts feelin the discomfort.”

  “I can do it.” She whispered, embarrassed.

  “Aye, lass, I ken this, but ye will let me have the honor.”

  He gently removed the covering she had used to keep warm as he gathered the supplies and wet the cloth before tenderly cleaning the blood and semen away.

  Skye could not stop the heat that suffused her body at his administrations any more than she could keep her eyes from his face.

  “How be it that ye doona have any hair on yer legs or under yer arms, lass?”

  “Huh?”

  “Ye have no a single hair on yer legs or under yer arms.” He repeated. “An yer woman’s hair tis so short.”

  “Oh, that. Ummm . . .”

  How was she to tell him she could run her hands over the places she needed to and the hair would be gone?

  “I shave there.”

  “Ye shave?” He asked incredulously. “There?”

  Skye blushed even more and nodded. “Everyone does where I’m from.”

  Shaking his head in bewilderment, he dried her off before standing and cleaning himself, dropping to her side after putting everything away.

  She watched his movements and was again in awe over the way his muscles rippled under his smooth skin, how his dark hair glowed in the shadows cast by the flames, and how his eyes held hers as he eased down beside her.

  Forgetting her embarrassment, she reached out and touched his cheek feeling the roughened growth and the tingles on her sensitive chin from his attentions. She didn’t stop the smile from showing as he covered them in the furs, pulling her back against his stomach, his hand coming around to smooth over her belly as she laid her head on his bicep.

  Aiden smiled moments later when Skye’s breathing slowed and her head and body fully relaxed as sleep overtook her.

  He kept touching her, enjoying the softness of her skin.

  Ignoring his growing shaft, he cupped her full breast, running his thumb back and forth over the side, then tracing over her ribcage and down to her thigh before delving in the curls between her legs.

  He fell asleep with his cock pressed against the rounded globes of her ass.

  * * *

  Ye waited twenty-four years for me.

  Skye woke up thinking those words as she found herself enclosed in the warm embrace of the man who had rocked her world.

  Her leg curled over his lower abdomen, one arm tucked tightly between them and the other laying across his chest with his hand over hers while his other came up from under her, holding her to him.

  Had she been waitin
g for him?

  For this?

  Lord knows, she tried to have sex before and it never worked. Thankfully, because she highly doubted any of them could have compared to how this man felt, and he felt good. She felt her body already reacting to his closeness and the memories of him stretching her, going from pain to a deeper, more pleasurable ache.

  She could not help when she pressed herself closer as her nipples tightened over the thoughts crossing her mind.

  The last thing she wanted to do was leave the feeling that his nearness brought as if nothing could go wrong.

  She took a deep breath, her fingers curling under his hand as the foolishness of that longing hit her.

  “I will be takin ye back to the glen where ye were found.”

  Shock caused her to catch her breath and stiffened. She tried to lift her head but his hand came up and held her to his chest.

  “I doona wish to discuss it, lass. Twas planned before ye ran. Tis what ye want an ye shall have it.”

  What Aiden truly wanted was for her not to see the sadness in his eyes at the thought of sending her away but he knew he had to go through with their plans or he would never find peace.

  Skye didn’t know why she wanted to cry. She knew she needed to get home because Sarah and Doug needed her before things went terribly wrong but she was suddenly feeling hopelessly lost, something so much deeper than the feelings she had when she had collapsed against the tree.

  Then, she felt lost and angry.

  Now, she felt overwhelming despair.

  “When?”

  Even hearing the catch in her voice didn’t stop his heart from sinking to his stomach. “When ye be ready.”

  She was never going to be ready.

  Her hand ran down the surface of his chest before following the path down his flat stomach, marveling over the way it felt so hard and firm.

  Shifting, she angled her body to be more on top, allowing her hand to wander slowly, memorizing how he felt, how he smelled. She felt his cock against her inner thigh and smiled as she shifted to straddle him, running her mouth over his shoulder, licking and nibbling as she rubbed her breasts against his hard chest, moaning when his hands came up to cup her ass and press her down against his hard cock. Her juices coated him as her pussy clenched in desire.