by Eliza Knight
“Ye want me to dance for ye?”
“Yes, please. But you don’t have to do it here.”
“Nay? Where then, lassie?”
“We could go to my room, where it’s more…private.” She hoped with her last words she wasn’t coming off as desperate, but as soon as he took off his kilt, she was going to ravish his body like bees on flowers.
“Oh aye, your room. I’ll show ye just how my hips move if ye’ll wear this.”
He pulled something from his kilt and held it up between their still-joined bodies. Her lace thong. How had he…?
“Surprised, fairy?” He winked at her, a slow, seductive wink.
With any other man, she’d be completely creeped out that he’d been going through her things but with him…it was different. There was something about him that made her trust him as if they were meant to be somehow, even though she knew that couldn’t possibly be true. Soul mates…All of his kisses and his touching of her body must have addled her brain.
“How did you get that?”
“I found them when I woke.”
Still role-playing? But what role was he playing?
“When you woke?” Even to herself, she sounded like a broken record.
“Aye, when I woke from whatever dream ye put me in.”
Oh yes, she was the fairy. And that was definitely her black thong.
“I’ll put them on…but you have to take them off with your teeth,” she teased, sliding her hand along his waist, over his hip and to his firm, taut arse. She gripped hard and was rewarded with a pulse of his cock between her thighs.
“With pleasure, angel.”
4
With her hands still gripping his muscular arse, Camden lifted Amanda into the air. She wrapped her legs around his hips, hooking her ankles at his back. Slowly, she slid her hands up his back and around his shoulders. They stood like that, gazing into each other’s desire-filled eyes before his lips captured hers. For that one moment, she felt an odd connection.
With him, she let her guard down, felt comfortable. Complete.
If he hadn’t been melting her body with his mouth, she might have stopped to think about it. Might have told him it was too soon. But she couldn’t. Having him kiss her, lavish her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, just felt right.
His tongue thrust into her mouth, claiming her once again as his own. Large, rough hands grasped her buttocks, kneading, massaging. His thick cock still nestled between her legs.
Good God, she’d never been kissed the way he kissed. The men she’d been with had been gentle and delicate compared to Camden. He took from her, giving her just as much pleasure, bringing out a side of her she hadn’t even known existed.
She felt wild, free.
He turned with her in his arms and headed back toward her room. His mouth never left hers. Shivers of pleasure took over, and Amanda couldn’t wait for him to reach her room, toss her on the bed and ravish her just as his kisses and roaming hands had promised. She moaned deep in her throat at the thought and was answered by a deep growl from him.
“Here, in here,” she whispered into his mouth.
Camden nudged the door open with his bare foot, walked through and kicked it shut again. He tore his mouth from hers to lave and bite at the sensitive skin of her neck. With slitted eyes, she watched the door bounce open from the force of his kick, but she was so overcome with hot wanting and need, she no longer cared who saw them.
“I want you so bad,” she murmured, running her hands through his hair and nipping at his earlobe.
“And ye’ll have me, fair maiden, again and again,” he growled as he tossed her onto the bed. Crawling up her length, he settled himself on top of her. “That’s a promise.”
His smooth, soft words sent her libido into overdrive, and Amanda lifted up, her hands grasping either side of his face as she claimed his mouth for an erotic tango. She wanted him to know just how much she desired him, that he wasn’t the only one who could play dominant in bed.
Their mouths lashed and tore at each other with violent passion as their hands pulled and tugged on the clothing that served as a barrier to flesh on flesh.
When they were both naked and panting with need, Camden rose up, kneeling between her thighs. His cock was even bigger than she imagined. She reached out and grasped his thick cock, sliding her fingers from root to tip. Her eyelids dipped closed for a moment as her body fluttered in anticipation.
She pumped up and down, her thumb rubbing over the mushroom tip. Exquisite…Delicious…divine…Camden growled in his throat, his head falling back.…She reached for him again, and this time she leaned in, flicking her tongue over the hole in the center. Oh God, she’d never wanted—no, needed—to suck a man as much as she did at that moment.
“Oh fuck,” he growled, his hands clasping her head as she slowly took his cock into her mouth.
Slowly, she pulled back. Her palm and fingers wrapped around the root, and she pumped as she sucked, up and down, her tongue repeatedly flicking torturously across the sensitive skin of his head.
He hissed between his teeth, his fingers threading through her hair, tugging, yanking her away, and then pulling her back again. With one hand still gripping the back of her head, his other traveled over her shoulders and back, around her ribs and to her breasts, plucking and tweaking her nipples until she was moaning, her lips still wrapped tightly around his thick cock.
He slipped from her mouth, his cock, still half erect, landing with a slap against his upper thigh. He yanked her up to her knees and thrust his tongue in her mouth, once again challenging her body to face the exquisite pleasure only he could provide. She inched closer to him, the hardened tips of her breasts rubbing against the soft, yet prickly, hair of his chest. Closer still, she moved until they touched knee to knee, thigh to thigh. She moaned, her body responding in kind.
This time, when she reached to grasp his length, he pulled back. “Uh-uh, my turn.” He leaned over and plucked something from the floor. “I believe ye said ye’d wear this…let me pull it off with my teeth?” He held her black lace thong in between his thumbs and forefingers, a wolfish grin covering his sexy mouth.
Amanda nearly came from just the thought of his velvety rough tongue whipping against the soft folds of her cleft, leaving imaginary welts of pure pleasure in its wake.
“Please…” she croaked, her throat constricted, body straining.
He nudged her back onto the bed and lifted one of her legs into the air. Tenderly, he kissed the arch of her foot, then scraped his teeth all the way to her knee. Amazing how a man of his size could be so demanding yet tender at the same time. She shuddered. He slipped her foot through one bit of the fabric, then lifted her other leg, giving it the same attention.
With the thong resting mid-thigh, holding her legs in place, he ran his calloused palms from her neck, over her breasts and plucked gently at the stone necklace, then moved down her stomach, over her hips and the top of her thighs.
“Ye’re so soft, so lush,” he whispered harshly. “Lift your hips for me.”
Amanda did as he demanded, lifting her hips high in the air. She gazed at his face, into his half-lidded eyes. He was handsome, rugged, sexy, and for right now, all hers. Goosebumps rose along her flesh. She would have thought this was a dream if she hadn’t been absolutely sure she was awake.
Sliding his hands from the tops of her thighs to her arse, he kneaded her flesh while his mouth made a descent to the place begging for his touch. Camden blew hotly on her, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head—all thoughts vanished as her mind went to a place filled with erotic pleasure. She bit her lip, a deep, gasping moan surging out of her throat as her insides pulsed, and heat washed over her. He flicked his tongue out and back one time, sending a burst of pleasure coursing through her.
“Please,” she moaned, threading her fingers through his hair.
He chuckled deep in his chest. “Ye like that, do ye?” Again, he breathed hotly
on her.
Amanda felt like her whole body was on fire, burning with need. “Oh yes…”
His tongue came out again, only this time he licked her with one long, teasing stroke. Her back arched as she cried out in pure ecstasy. Her insides constricted, fluttered, pulsed, waiting, wanting…
Then he pulled away, hooked his thumbs into the strings of her thong, and slid it slowly up her thighs, over her hips and into place. It all seemed so backward. He should be taking it off, but instead, she felt even more alive as he put it on. Never before had she thought her thong was so sensual. The coarse, lacy fabric rubbed tantalizingly against her over-sensitized flesh. He pulled the strings along her hips higher, up and over where she normally wore them, the crotch of her panties getting tighter and tighter against her. He pulled again. She hissed a moan and moved her hips back and forth against the coarse fabric.
Camden brought his mouth down, kissing her belly and then lower as he continued to tug on the panties. And then his mouth was on her, sucking even as he still tugged the lace.
His teeth scraped over her as he outlined the panties with his tongue before roving deeper. He moved her panties aside and thrust his tongue into her. Without warning, her body bucked from the bed as lightning bolts shot through her limbs from tips to center and back again. She writhed on the bed, shouting out his name. All the while, he continued to plunge his tongue inside her and graze the lace over her core.
When her body had calmed only slightly, still pulsing, her legs shaking and her mind hardly comprehending what had just happened, he let go of the panties and pulled them down her legs with his teeth, stopping to suck on the delicate flesh of her inner thighs.
Kneeling upright between her thighs, he spread her legs open, pushing on her knees. The tip of his cock bobbed right above her opening, brushing gently over her swollen flesh.
He gazed at her, a mesmerized look in his eyes—something Amanda had never seen before in a man. “Ye are an enchanting woman, Amanda.”
She slid her hands up and down his chest, reveling in the rippling muscles beneath his skin. “You are just as alluring, warrior.”
The mesmerized look disappeared and was replaced with a wolfish grin, with a slight dimple in his right cheek. A lock of his dark hair fell over his brow, and with a flick of his head, the errant hair settled back into place.
“Together, we are magic,” he said. He gripped his cock in his hand and slid it up and down the seam of her crevice.
“Yes,” she moaned in agreement, her head falling back, legs lifting on either side of his hips.
For a fleeting moment, she thought to ask if he had a condom, but the feel of his skin against hers was all too delicious. To hell with it, she was on the pill, no need to interrupt—
He slipped the head of his cock slowly inside her, taking all thoughts from her mind. He came down on top of her, resting his chest against hers, his arms on either side of her head. Again, her body started throbbing, the anticipation building. He kissed her, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. He moved in another inch. She felt herself spreading, yielding to the pressure of his enormous invasion. She lifted her hips, taking him in another inch.
Sliding his mouth from hers, he grazed his teeth along her neck to her collarbone, laving around the edges of her breast to the underside. With one swift movement, he sucked the bud into his mouth and thrust his cock deep.
“Oh!” Amanda cried out. Pleasure mixed with pain as her body adjusted to his solid rod. Hell, she’d never been with a man so large.
His head came up as he gazed at her. “Ye’re so tight. Mo chreach, ye feel so good.” The veins on his neck strained, and the muscles in his jaw clenched furiously. Then, he ducked to bury his face once again against her breasts.
He swiveled his hips, his pelvic bone pressing against hers, rubbing her sex, all while his tongue worshipped her breasts.
Then he slid out, inch by delicious inch, and slammed back in again, rocking upward, the tip of his cock rubbing an erotic spot deep inside her. Amanda’s body began to break apart, her climax starting from deep inside. With each mouthwatering stroke of his cock, the vibrations became stronger, until she was clawing at his back, writhing beneath him, bucking upward and shrieking with pleasure.
Camden answered in kind, his own shouts of pleasure echoing off the walls as he drove deep within her. The bed rocked against the walls and scraped against the floor. Pillows went flying off the bed as they sought to anchor their thrusting, bucking bodies. Neither cared that the door was wide open or that anyone walking by could hear their shouts of pleasure or the slap of hard cock hitting wet flesh.
Even when her climax ended, he continued to pound into her. “Again, angel, come again,” he chanted.
As if on cue, her body exploded even more forcefully than before. A rumble started in his chest and burst out into a loud moan of pure ecstasy as he quickened his pace, thrust, push, out, thrust, push, out…And then she felt it, his orgasm.
His forehead came to rest on hers, both of their bodies still shaking. He gazed into her eyes and kissed her gently on the lips. They stayed like that for a moment, neither able to comprehend the power behind their intense lovemaking. At long last, he rolled to the side, the cool air hitting her sweat-soaked body until she shivered.
Sprawled out, legs tangled, body completely sated, Amanda rolled her head toward Camden. With the dreamy smile a woman only possesses after sex that moves her from Earth to heaven, she whispered, “You’re hired.”
5
Those simple whispered words took Camden from the aftermath of euphoria to all seriousness.
“What do ye mean ‘hired?’” He furrowed his brow and watched as the lovely creature next to him, mimicked his expression.
“You’re hired,” she repeated, her mouth curving into a frown.
“I heard ye the first time, fairy.” Something wasn’t right. His gut clenched, and an ominous sensation whipped itself through his limbs.
He’d just made the most perfect love to an astonishingly sexy woman, but then she’d whispered those odd words. No, “you were magnificent” or “marry me, please.” She’d said, “you’re hired.”
Amanda pushed up onto her elbows and turned more fully toward him. “Didn’t you come here to work?”
There she went again, using words that held no meaning for him. Had their joining not been as earthmoving to her as it had been to him? He gritted his teeth and ran his fingers through his hair. Did she think he was some lowly shepherd who needed her to provide for him? He was the MacLeod. Where was he? Why were things not making sense? “A job? Ye abducted me.”
Confusion flashed across her face, and realization began to dawn on Camden. This woman, as ethereal and fascinating as she was, wasn’t a fairy. This wasn’t a fairy castle. What the hell was it, then?
“Abducted you?” she shouted while jumping up off the bed. She whirled around to face him, her hands on her creamy flushed hips. “Are you insane? You showed up here, all sexual and whatnot. Aren’t you a dancer?”
With her last question, he too jumped from the bed, grabbing his kilt and whipping it around his hips. He stalked around the edge of the bed until he was toe-to-toe with her, anger screaming through his blood.
“I am not some pansy dancer still suckling at the teat! I’m a warrior, and best ye be learning it,” he growled.
Amanda narrowed her eyes and backed up a foot. Her finger came up and poked him in the chest. “Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that? And I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that hot men swinging their dicks around for a woman’s pleasure was such a wimpy thing to do.”
Swinging dicks? Hot men? What in purgatory was she running on about? She kept going, arms flailing about and perfectly round breasts bobbing, but he couldn’t hear anything she was saying. The blood was rushing straight from every part of his body into his ears—the sound of a thousand waterfalls gushing all around him.
Camden glanced from side to side, taking in the ro
om, the objects. He flicked his eyes back to her. The things she said weren’t making any sense. Then it hit him, sucking the air from his lungs, churning the empty contents of his stomach. His vision blurred, his mouth became cottony, and for the first time in his life, he felt faint. Backing up, he sat on the edge of the bed and took slow, deep breaths. Somehow, this was either a living nightmare, or he’d traveled to another time or dimension.
Two things were for sure. He was wide awake, and this was his castle—but not his castle.
“Where am I?” he said slowly, cutting off her rant.
His words jerked her out of her rage, and she bit her lip. “I’m sorry to keep yelling at you. This is Dunvegan Castle.”
She walked to the chair her silky wrap was on and pulled her arms through it, tying the belt into place. Ordinarily, he would have been disappointed to see her cover up such luscious assets, but at the moment, he was stunned.
“Dunvegan? ’Tis my castle.” He blinked rapidly then stood to gaze out the window.
“Your castle? Are you Mr. MacLeod’s son?”
“Mister? What? I’m MacLeod, the MacLeod. ’Tis my castle, my land.” He turned back to the window in time to see a strange monstrous metallic thing whipping up the drive. “At least it was…”
Amanda came to stand beside him, her arm brushing over his back. “What’s going on, Camden? I’m so confused.”
He turned to face her, reading the pure compassion in her eyes. This must be just as scary to her as it was to him.
“I think I’ve traveled through time. This is not what Dunvegan looks like, and I dinna know what any of these contraptions are. Your lantern doesna work, and there are,” he waved his hand toward the window, “things out there that I’ve never seen before. I feel like I’m living in a nightmare.”
She looked to see what he was referring to. “That’s a car. Oh. My. God!” Her hand clapped over her mouth as a man climbed out of the contraption and walked toward the door.