Stolen By The Scottish Rogue: Kilts & Kisses, Book 2

by Faye, Madison

  “Just like that,” I grunt, panting as the pleasure melts through me. “Open your mouth, princess. Open those pretty lips and take me inside.”

  Ailith moans as she does just that, stretching her lips around my thickness as she swallows me into her mouth.

  Oh gods.

  My pulse roars as her lips slide up and down, her tongue swirling and dancing across the underside of me. She moans eagerly and hungrily, slurping on me wetly as she pulls away. Her hand strokes my slick cock as she plants kisses all over my crown, her little pink tongue lapping and swirling over it as I groan in pleasure. My hand tightens in her hair, and she moans as she drops that hot, wicked little mouth back onto me, taking me deep into the back of her mouth as she sucks my cock.

  Pleasure rolls through me, and my entire body clenches tight before I finally groan and pull her away from me. I growl as I pull her up, kissing her fiercely as I slam her back against the big wooden wheel.

  “Was that…” she bites her lip as she pulls away. “Was that not okay?”

  “Princess,” I groan, kissing her slow and deep. “That was too good. And you had me…” I clear my throat. “You had me close, and when a man is—”

  “I—” she blushes as she cuts me off. “I know what happens when you… you know,” she murmurs, her face crimson.

  I grin. “Oh, do you now? When I what, princess.”

  Her cheeks get even redder.

  “When you… you know.”

  I arch a brow playfully, and she bites at her lip as the heat blazes through her face.

  “When you come,” she whispers fiercely, making me groan.

  “I know it comes out.”

  “Well, you’ve got me close to doing just that,” I groan, kissing her. “Which is why I stop—”

  “Good,” she moans, and before I can even blink, she’s dropped to her knees again, opened her pretty little mouth, and slid her lips halfway down my cock, until my crown is deep in her throat.

  Oh fuck.

  “Ailith—”

  I grunt, muscles clenching and my eyes ablaze as I watch my gorgeous little angel bob her hot little mouth wetly up and down my cock. She moans stroking me eagerly as her tongue swirls me, and I can feel my control wavering as her big green eyes hold mine as she pumps me in and out.

  Her soft little moans tease through me, and when she starts to use both hands to stroke me as she sucks at my crown so eagerly, I know I’m lost.

  “Princess…” I groan in warning.

  “Let me taste you, my lord,” she whimpers. “Let me taste you like you tasted me.”

  Her mouth drops onto my swollen cock, and when she sucks me deep into her throat again and moans around me, I grunt, and the last of my control shatters.

  I groan, gripping the wheel with one hand and her hair in the other as my heavy balls draw up. My cock swells, my pulse jumps, and suddenly, I’m coming for her. I roar, and I can feel her moaning and whimpering as I pump rope after thick rope of hot, white cum across her eager tongue. She slurps at me hungrily, eagerly trying to swallow every drop even as it starts to leak and drip down her chin. And gods, I just keep coming, grunting and filling her pretty little mouth until I’m gasping for air.

  I pull away, and quickly, I yank her to her feet. Panting, I growl as I bring a hand up, swiping at the drops of my cum on her lips with my thumb. She moans softly, opening her mouth and sucking my thumb inside, her eyes never leaving mine as she sucks it clean of my cum.

  I groan as I kiss her hungrily, grunting into her mouth before I pull away, our eyes blazing into one another’s.

  “Where in the hell did you come from,” I growl.

  Ailith grins as she kisses me softly. “You tell me. You’re the one who stole me.”

  I chuckle, my eyes fierce. “That I did,” I growl. “That I did.”

  I glance up and realize just how close we are to the docks.

  “We’re here.”

  Ailith turns in my arms, her eyes wide as she takes in the castle perched on the rocky shores of Falmer Island. I wrap us both in the blankets again, taking the wheel with her pressed between me and it as I guide us to the docks.

  “Welcome home, my queen,” I murmur into her ear. “Now, let’s get married.”

  Chapter 8

  Ailith

  An hour or two later, I’m alone.

  …And I very much wish I wasn’t.

  Even though I protested, back here at the castle, Malcolm’s made sure I have my own quarters to get ready in.

  “It’s only proper,” he said, grinning as he carried me up to the castle.

  “Oh, we’re being proper now?” I’d chided back before I leaned in to whisper in his ear how I was currently naked, wrapped in a blanket, and still had the taste of his cum on my tongue.

  …Malcolm made sure to slip a hand under said blanket and tease my pussy mercilessly until he left me at my quarters—wound up and aching for more.

  “After,” he’d purred, kissing me slowly before taking his leave.

  …After we’re married.

  Because that is happening, and soon. This very night, actually. We were hardly off the stolen boat before Malcolm made his plans known to his waiting staff and guards.

  So now here I am, freshly bathed and alone as I start to slip into the gorgeous white gown one of his ladies in waiting has laid out for me. My body burns for him, and my heart aches for more, and every part of me knows that even if this is rash, and possibly crazy, it’s exactly what I want.

  He’s exactly what I want, and no matter what the consequences are, we’re to be married, tonight. I know it’s crazy, but then, maybe I want crazy. Whatever it is, there’s something magnetic to him that draws me, and it’s impossible to say no.

  …And tonight, I most certainly won’t be saying no.

  I shiver.

  Tonight, when I become his bride.

  …Tonight, when he claims every part of me, and makes me his everything.

  Heat pools between my legs, and I can feel my pulse racing when suddenly, there’s a knock at the chamber doors. I startle, gasping as I whirl. I steady myself, taking a breath before I finish lacing my gown and move towards it.

  “Yes?”

  I swing the door wide, and suddenly, my jaw drops.

  “Did you honestly think you could get married without us helping?!”

  I gasp as Catriona brushes past me into the room, followed closely by Una and Rhona—all three of my friends tumbling right in and making my jaw drop.

  “Where on earth did you come from?!” I gasp, whirling, my eyes wide as I stare at them like they’re merely illusions.

  Una giggles, and the three of them crowd close, throwing their arms around me and hugging me tightly.

  “How did you get here? How did you know?!” The questions tumble out of my lips, and my friends just laugh.

  Una smirks.

  “When Hamish saw Malcolm taking the boat, he knew exactly where he was going with you. We rode through the night to get here and just got ferried over from the mainland.”

  I beam at them, joy brimming through me as I take them all in.

  “I’m so glad you’re here!”

  Cat arches a brow. “Did Malcolm… you know.”

  I blink. “What?”

  She clears her throat. “You know… force himself on you?”

  Una and I share a look as I roll my eyes. Una snorts.

  “Does she look forced?” she giggles, elbowing Cat. “She looks like a cat who’s caught a bird.”

  She turns and grins at me before peering into my eyes before suddenly her brows shoot up.

  “Wait… oh my God, did you…”

  I blush fiercely.

  “Una!”

  “Well?!” She laughs. “You were out on a boat alone on the ocean with Lord McAuley. The stars, the waves rocking…”

  I blush fiercely. So does Rhona. Cat just snorts.

  “I did not,” I say primly.

  “So, tonight then?”


  “Una,” I hiss.

  Cat grins as she leans in.

  “So, are you ready?”

  My jaw drops, but she just laughs.

  “For the wedding, I mean,” she giggles. “You’re really ready for this?”

  I don’t even hesitate.

  “Yes, I am.”

  Cat grins, throwing her arms around me. “I’m so happy for you, Ail.”

  “And you’re not marrying Carlson anymore,” Rhona says, wrinkling her nose. “Thank God for that.”

  I make a face. “How bad was it when we left?”

  “Oh, when your soon-to-be-husband stole Carlson’s boat along with his bride, half an hour before the wedding?”

  Cat shrugs.

  “Oh, it was fine. Not a problem at all.”

  She rolls her eyes.

  “Ail, what do you think? He’s ready for war.”

  I swallow, paling, but Una smiles, putting a hand on me.

  “It’s going to be fine. He’ll be mad, and he might threaten. But he’s not going to go to war with Malcolm over it. Not when Malcolm’s friends with Hamish and Callum. And not when any of the other lords and chieftains around know them from the Crusades, which Carlson didn’t fight in.”

  “Also, we’re on an island in case you missed that,” Cat smirks. “You’re safe.”

  Rhona makes a face, shivering. I catch her eye.

  “Still worried about Vikings?”

  She blushes.

  “No.”

  Cat snorts. “She’s just hoping Tor Odinson comes back for some ravaging.”

  “Catriona!” she hisses, blushing fiercely.

  Cat, Una, and I devolve into laughter before Una sighs and turns to me, grinning.

  “Okay, are you ready?”

  I nod. “Yeah, I am. My parents?”

  Una makes a face. “Your father was pretty mad.”

  I scowl. “Well then he shouldn’t have tried to sell me off as a business asset to Carlson.”

  Una smiles, squeezing my hand.

  “Let’s get you married.”

  Cat giggles.

  “And then you can get to the good part.”

  I’m rolling my eyes when Una snorts.

  “The good part, huh? Would you like to tell us what exactly you know about the ‘good part,’ Cat?”

  Cat’s face goes red, her mouth opening and closing before she seems to catch herself and shrug.

  “Just because I haven’t jumped into bed within anyone, doesn’t mean I don’t know what it involves, Una,” she says primly.

  Una winks at me, and I know full well that she’s teasing Cat about having disappeared with Callum Bruce in the aftermath of Tor Odinson’s attack during Una’s wedding to Hamish. Rhona catches the look too and grins as Una turns back to our friend.

  “Are you sure it wasn’t Lord Bruce who was teaching you about the ‘good parts’?” she teases, and the three of us giggle as Cat turns beet red.

  “That is—!” Cat sputters, looking extremely guilty as she tries to swallow the heat from her face.

  “Lord Bruce is… is…” Cat scowls. “He’s a brute is what he is. If you think I’d have anything to do with some gruff, growly warrior type of man, you’ve got another thing—”

  There’s no way she even comes close to finishing that sentence before the Una, Rhona, and I completely dissolve into laughter.

  I grin, going over to hug my scowling friend.

  “How about we stop teasing you for now so I can go get married.”

  She chews on her lip, smiling through her pout at me. “I think that sounds good.”

  I grin. “But don’t think for a second that I’m done prodding you for answers about this.”

  She rolls her eyes. “There is nothing to say, trust me. Lord Callum was injured during the Viking raid, and I merely helped mend him. That’s all, Una,” she mutters, glaring at our married friend.

  Una winks. “Whatever you say, Cat.”

  “Thank you,” Cat mutters primly before turning back to me. “Okay, can we please go get our friend married now?”

  Rhona grins. “So she can get to the good parts?”

  Cat groans as the three of us fall into giggles all over again.

  Chapter 9

  Malcolm

  “You’re an arse, you know that?”

  I arch a brow as I whirl towards the door to my chambers, just in time to see Callum and Hamish stroll through it. I grin, lowering the glass from my lips.

  “Well, well, well,” I chuckle, shaking my head.

  “Were you actually planning on getting married without us here?” Hamish mutters, shaking his head.

  “Yes.” I grin, raising my glass to my two good friends. “Yes, I was.”

  Callum glares at me before he rolls his eyes. “Prick.”

  Hamish chuckles. “Almost got away with it, too.”

  I grin as I walk over to my table, sliding two more glasses across it and splashing them with whiskey before gesturing to my friends. It’s been a few hours since Ailith and I arrived back here at Carrick Castle, and we’re to be married by my priest in the next half an hour. Obviously, in a perfect world, my two best friends would of course have been invited to stand by my side for my wedding. But the arrangements I made the moment I stepped off the boat, and I’ve been counting down the minutes since.

  …Every minute takes me closer to being hers, and her being mine, forever.

  Callum and Hamish take the glasses, the three of us raising them high before taking a long, heavy drink.

  “So, how bad is it?”

  Callum scowls. “Angering Lord Carlson like that? Stealing his boat and his pretty young bride?” He shakes his head, taking another drink. “It wasn’t your smartest move.”

  “Though certainly not your dumbest,” Hamish mutters.

  I glare at him and he grins as he nods at Callum, who chuckles right back.

  “The camel?”

  Hamish laughs deeply. “Aye, the camel.”

  I set my brow as I pour another splash of whiskey. “That fucking camel,” I mutter. Fight for years in a Holy war in a foreign land side-by-side with your friends, and it’s just part of life. Try and get one damn camel to run faster, and they never let you forget it.

  I clear my throat.

  “Will there be war?”

  Callum smirks, crossing his big arms over his broad chest as he sets his swarthy jaw at me.

  “Would that have stopped you?”

  “No.”

  He grins. “Well, there you have it. But come what may, you’ve got us at your side.”

  There’s a knock at my chamber door, and one of my attendants enters, nodding curtly.

  I smile broadly, setting my glass down.

  “It’s time.”

  Hamish grins at me, coming over to firmly shake my hand.

  “I’m proud of you, my friend.”

  “Aye, and so am I,” Callum growls, coming over to shake my hand as well. “Now shall we get you married?”

  * * *

  In the chapel, I wait by the priest at the altar, Callum and Hamish behind me. Across from where I stand, on the priest’s other side, stands Hamish’s new bride Una, and her and Ailith’s friends, Rhona and Catriona. I take a breath, feeling my blood running hot as I nod for the ceremony to begin.

  It’s time.

  I knew I’d be here, standing at this altar, waiting for her to walk to me, since the moment I laid eyes on her. And now, it’s finally come to pass. Hamish slaps my shoulder and I turn, nodding.

  “Thank you, my friends,” I mutter quietly. “For being here.”

  “I’m disappointed at the lack of camel, but, you’re welcome.”

  I roll my eyes as Hamish chuckles, frowning slightly as he reaches over and fixes my formal sash. My eyes drift past him to Callum, and I frown. Hamish sees my look, glancing at Callum too before we both turn and follow his gaze.

  Oh, now that’s interesting.

  Weeks before, at
Hamish’s wedding when the infamously savage Viking marauder Tor Odinson tried to attack his castle, Callum was wounded fighting them off. After which, he was treated—at length—by none other than Ailith, Una, and Rhona’s friend Catriona, who’s trained as a nurse.

  Now, normally, I wouldn’t bat an eye except to know that our friend was okay. After all, Hamish and Callum and I had been hurt plenty of times in the Crusades, and we’d been treated by countless nurses.

  …None of those nurses were young, beautiful, famously “headstrong” and “difficult,” and very much unmarried and unbetrothed, as Catriona McDougall is. None of those nurses ever had my friend staring—his eyes full of heat and need.

  And then of course, there’s the fact that I fought alongside Callum for almost the entire attack back at Dungow Castle. In fact, I was there when he got his “wound.”

  …’Twas a scratch.

  I’d seen Callum truly injured in battle, and even then, the stubborn ass had to be forced to go see a surgeon or a nurse, sometimes under threat of more harm from Hamish and I. I’d seen him charge into battle with one arm in a sling and blood still seeping through his bandages. But the attack at Hamish’s wedding? ’Twas nothing, and the “wound” he received was barely a nick

  Very quickly, I see what’s going on here.

  “Callum,” I mutter. He ignores me, the fire in his eyes blazing as he stares at Catriona. Hamish elbows him sharply, and he blinks, snapping out of his trance to turn to us with a scowl on his face.

  “What,” he hisses.

  “Have you memorized her face yet?”

  His eyes narrow at me. “What? Who?”

  “My lady’s bridesmaid,” mutter thinly. “You’re staring, my friend.”

  Callum scowls right back. “And?”

  “And it’s unbecoming.”

  Hamish snorts, and Callum fixes me with a hard look, though I see the corners of his mouth turn up slightly.

  “Unbecoming?”

  I shrug.

  “Malcolm,” he growls.

  “What.”

  “You just stole a boat, along with another man’s bride, from his very wedding.”