Wicked Passions (Highland Menage Book 1)

by Nicola Davidson

  “And I recognize steps…taught to my best student,” added Sir Lachlan, staring pointedly at Isla. She blushed.

  Alastair coughed, unable to halt the boldest question of his life. “So you are not against a trio, Your Grace?”

  “I find it hard to imagine His Grace denying love when he believes in it with his whole heart,” said Lady Marjorie softly.

  James sighed, and just for a moment looked so lonely, that Alastair’s heart ached for him. Aye, he had sacrificed much for his country; the burden of Callum’s duties as laird was light compared to their king. “I do believe in love. It marches on even when all about you may falter. And if you find it you must hold it close, lest it be lost forever. So go. Go, you three and enjoy your wedding night. And when you return to Loch Etive, give my regards to Lady Maude. Tell her…tell her I now consider the debt repaid in full.”

  All three stared at the king, their jaws about resting on the floor. Then Alastair dropped to one knee. “God save and keep ye, James, King of Scots.”

  Callum bowed low, and Isla curtsied. “God save and keep you.”

  “I wish you safe travels,” said the king, inclining his head. “When I next visit the Western Highlands, I shall expect a warm welcome at Glennoe.”

  “It would be our honor to host you, Your Grace,” said Callum, bowing again.

  When their sovereign walked away, Alastair, Callum, and Isla bid farewell to Sir Lachlan, Lady Marjorie, and Lady Janet, then took the opportunity to dash for the door. They must have looked a sight as they ran out of the King’s House, crossing the inner and outer close at pace until they reached the Stirling Castle gate.

  Alastair glanced at Isla as they went through the forework tunnel. “Can you manage the hill in those shoes and that gown?”

  She kicked the satin shoes away, tore off her gable hood and veil and gave it to a very bemused guard. Then she hooked up the train of her gown, and gazed at him expectantly. “Carry me, devilish beast.”

  He scooped her up, and when she curled an arm about his neck and settled against his chest, he murmured, “A demanding wife shall face consequences.”

  “Yes,” she said hoarsely. “Hurry.”

  All three nodded and smiled at those who offered congratulations as they passed on foot or on horseback. But they did not halt on their way to the cottage; not when privacy beckoned and no restrictions stood in their way. Soon they would just be a husband and wife and lover at last able to share a bed.

  Callum opened the door and ushered them both inside the blessedly quiet cottage.

  “Well…” said Alastair, as he set Isla on her feet. “That was a month in a day.”

  “How are you feeling, Callum?” asked Isla anxiously.

  Their laird nodded. “Surprisingly well. This might sound strange, but just before I won that final point…I became calm. My head cleared and stomach settled. All that mattered was a future with those I hold closest to my heart. Those who bring me joy and comfort and support. Those who I pleasure and who pleasure me in return, exactly how I want and need it. I love you both. So much. I cannot wait to return to Glennoe and begin a new life, a new family together.”

  Quite overcome, Alastair stepped forward and curled his hand around Callum’s neck, mastering his lips in a heated kiss until his laird surrendered with a moan. Then he did the same to Isla until she melted against him, whimpering.

  But eventually she stared up at him and shook her head. “Nay, Alastair. You cannot just show us. You must tell us of your love.”

  He swallowed to dislodge a boulder of emotion from his throat. “It is…difficult to express tender sentiment in words. Lust is easy. I give orders without thought. But my heart was trapped behind a wall after being abandoned as a child. Having no coin, no land or title, no blood clan…it leaves a scar. A deep one.”

  Isla took his hand and linked his fingers with hers. “All will be well. You are under my protection now.”

  Alastair’s eyes burned, even as his lips twitched. “Is that so, lady?”

  “Aye. Callum is, too. Woe betide anyone who threatens my men.”

  “I love you,” he said rawly. “I have loved Callum my whole life. To have one great love is a blessing beyond all…but two? A family of my own? I cannot think to deserve such happiness.”

  Callum stilled and tilted his head. “You spoke of a blood clan, which makes me think you do not feel that you truly belong with the MacIntyres. Is that because of your name? Do you wish to be known as a Graham, or nay?”

  He blinked. “Graham might be my surname, but I do not hold any great attachment to it. Not after what they did.”

  “Then formally pledge yourself to me. Pledge yourself to the MacIntyres and become one in name as well as deed. Be the husband of our hearts. Isla and I need you, Alastair. Our happiness cannot be complete without our master.”

  Alastair’s eyes burned again, but this time the mist turned into tears that trickled down his cheeks. “That…that sounds like forever.”

  “It is,” said Callum seriously. “If that is what you wish.”

  “Aye. More than anything.”

  Isla and Callum wrapped their arms around him and they stood in that cool, silent room as three people in love. Then Isla peered up at him, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

  “Now you’ve said, it is time to show. Take me to bed, my MacIntyre men.”

  Fierce lust surged through him. Aye, this night he would bed the husband and wife of his heart most thoroughly. It was his sacred duty, after all. To love and cherish them for as long as they all should live.

  Alastair took Isla’s hand, and Callum’s, gently leading them forward. “To the bedchamber, then.”

  It was her wedding night.

  As Callum lit candles in the bedchamber, Isla stared at the bed in front of her in consternation. While being conquered rested easily on her shoulders, tonight added the uncertainty of something altogether new: it would not just be penetration with fingers or tongues, but those huge cocks inside her. At the same time.

  And she was a wife now. Would that change anything? Would the lusty play she so enjoyed, the blunt talk, the submission, the unashamed nakedness, the worship of their bodies, the pleasure for pleasure’s sake…halt now if the purpose was the creation of children?

  “I can almost see your mind turning, Isla,” said Alastair, resting his hands on her shoulders and massaging them until she relaxed with a sigh. “What troubles you?”

  “My future as a wife,” she said slowly. “If it will be as I hope.”

  Callum took her hand and squeezed it. “It shall be how you desire, Isla. We are all new students in the school of marriage. I know there’ll be much to learn and things we’ll do wrong. But if we talk to each other with truth, open hearts, and kindness, then we shall overcome any obstacle.”

  Isla smiled. “You hold such wisdom, and Alastair is a rock of strength. I was afraid of marriage, because I never thought, not even for a moment, that a man would understand me. That he would welcome my unconventional nature. And now I have not one but two men who accept me for who I am. Do you know how rare and precious that is? I love you both with my whole heart. Yet I do have a concern. I wish to be Isla the wife, and one day a mother. But I do not want to stop being Isla the lover and friend and protector. Isla the swordfighter. And I know…I know the clergy and court have certain thoughts on this. About a woman’s place…”

  Alastair snorted. “The clergy and court have certain thoughts about many things. Including that it is immoral and shameful for two men to love each other with hearts and bodies. We don’t believe that, nor do we seek to change you or suppress your spirit. In bed, you submit, for it gives you great pleasure to do so. However, you are always free to make your desires plain, or to decline an act.”

  “My weavers will make you hose and shirt to fit,” added Callum. “And if you wish to practice swordplay every day; to train my clan and be the warrior Lady of Glennoe, then it shall be so. None of us are conventional people
, and that alongside love, will be our great strength.”

  “Then I am most content,” said Isla, beaming at them both. “And now I wish very much to be bedded by my husbands.”

  Callum and Alastair exchanged a wicked grin. Then slowly, far too slowly, they began to undress her. Girdle. Gown. Kirtle. Shift. Stockings. All the while they caressed her, stroking her shoulders and belly and inner thighs until she thought she might scream with want. At last, they guided her over to the biggest bed and settled her in the center, before removing their own clothes.

  To provoke them, Isla pinched her own nipples before licking a fingertip and sliding it down between her legs to tease her pearl. Retribution was swift; Callum secured her hands above her head, and Alastair gave her cunt a sharp smack.

  Isla quivered in delight. How wonderful it was to have lovers who knew exactly what made her wet and needy…and provided it.

  “You see, Alastair?” said Callum, circling her nipple with his fingertip. “We have a very wicked wife. A wild Highland lass, indeed.”

  “Aye,” said their squire, as he leaned down to kiss her. “She’ll need pleasuring often. And discipline. ’Tis the only way.”

  “Bed me now,” Isla demanded, moaning when she received another smack. “Please…”

  Alastair trailed his fingers over her breasts, down her belly, until he could thread them in the crisp dark hair between her legs. Isla parted her thighs wide and lifted her hips so her mound rubbed against him. But her devilish beast would not permit that, and his fingers retreated to caress her hip instead.

  “Noooooo,” she wailed.

  Callum kissed her neck and stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, making her gasp. “The scent of you,” he whispered. “It makes my cock so hard.”

  “Then fuck your lady wife,” Isla whispered back. “She needs it.”

  “Greedy lass,” he replied, gently pushing a single finger inside her wet sheath and moving it in and out until she writhed on the bed. Then Alastair added a finger as well, and Isla’s whole body arched as she cried out in sweet release.

  She hoped to be taken, but her husbands continued to torment her with their fingers; Callum pushed a second inside her, while Alastair painted her swollen pearl with her own honey, before leaning down to suck it off. Soon she bucked, soaring to the stars as pleasure shook her to the core.

  “Fuck me,” Isla begged, when she eventually regained her senses. “Please.”

  Alastair nodded. “Callum, lie on your back. Isla, get on your hands and knees and take his cock into your mouth. I’ll prepare your cunt and arse with some oil. We shall do this very, very slowly.”

  Prowling up her laird’s body like a cat, Isla kissed him, flicking his lips with her tongue until he sucked it into his mouth. Then she slithered down, took his cock in her hand, and lapped at the damp head.

  Callum groaned. “Yes.”

  Soon it was her groaning around Callum’s cock, as Alastair worked two oil-slick fingers into her cunt, and two into her arse. Even with her wetness and the oil the stretch still burned, but it promised such ecstasy she pushed back against Alastair, trying to force him deeper inside her.

  He brushed his lips against her back, and Isla shuddered with need. “Please,” she said again. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

  “Brace your hands on Callum’s chest, and take his cock inside your cunt,” Alastair commanded. “Slowly.”

  Sitting astride him, Isla took his cock in one hand, fitted the head to her entrance, before easing down upon it. Callum’s fists gripped the quilt, his jaw clenched, but he did not thrust upward and she appreciated his restraint as her body rebelled against a brief stinging pain before adjusting to an overwhelming feeling of fullness. Soon, he was balls-deep inside her.

  Bracing her hands on his chest, she rocked a little to find a more comfortable position.

  They both gasped.

  Well. Little wonder those in power wished to restrict this act. Hard cock moving in wet cunt felt very good indeed. Then Alastair’s oiled fingers pushed into her arse once more, and Isla shuddered at the jolt of hot, tingling sensation that arrowed between her legs.

  “I’m going to enter you with my cock now,” said Alastair gruffly. “If it is too much, just say.”

  Isla nodded. “I will.”

  She bit her lip as Alastair’s cock pressed against her tight hole, a whimper of discomfort escaping as he pushed the engorged head inside her. But Callum distracted her by pinching her nipples, and that sharp edge of pain seemed to lessen the burning stretch as Alastair’s thick length penetrated her arse inch by inch.

  “God’s blood, Alastair,” said Callum, moaning. “I can feel your cock nearly rubbing against mine.”

  Isla sobbed. “So…full…”

  Alastair kissed her neck. “You’re doing beautifully. Just a little more. There now.”

  Panting, Isla balanced on a blade of pleasure and pain. Yet her men didn’t thrust, just held themselves deep inside her cunt and arse as they kissed her, tweaked her taut nipples, pressed her pearl with a thumb. Eventually her breathing slowed, the rigidness left her limbs, and she circled her hips a little.

  Oh. That felt good.

  Even better, Callum and Alastair both gasped.

  Isla smiled. Much like she’d still held power on her knees sucking two cocks, she still held power with those same cocks buried deep inside her. She did not lose herself in any way, only gained pleasure.

  Again and again she circled her hips, and as she moved more freely, her men began to gently thrust. Sometimes one then the other, sometimes together, and she could feel a wild storm gather low in her belly as the promise of an explosive release teased at her senses.

  “More,” she begged. “Faster.”

  Callum gripped her inner thighs as his thumb teased her pearl, Alastair curled one arm around her so he could cup her breast and pinch her nipple, and both began to fuck her hard. The storm built and built, and she cried out, needing release more than her next breath. Her men thrust deeply, once, twice, and at last the wave crashed over her, rough and overwhelming and perfect, and she screamed in bliss. Moments later, the low, raw sounds of her husbands’ ecstasy echoed in the chamber, and her cunt and arse were filled to overflowing with hot seed.

  Carefully, Alastair and Callum withdrew from her body, and they lay on the bed embracing, still shaking and struggling to catch their breath.

  “Saints alive,” said Isla weakly. “That was…that was…”

  They merely held her closer. Indeed, no words were necessary.

  She had found her forever.

  Loch Etive, Western Highlands

  Callum tapped his heels on his horse’s flanks, urging the stallion on. They were only a few miles from Glennoe Castle now, and as the familiar scents of mountain and loch soothed his senses, his yearning for home grew even stronger. Not to mention a yearning to show his new wife, the warrior lady in shirt and hose with her arms wrapped about his waist and her cheek resting on his back, the castle and lands where she would reign alongside him and Alastair.

  This was the moment he had waited so long for. The start of a glorious new chapter in the manuscript of his life, with his wife and the husband of his heart by his side. There would be difficulties, he well knew that. And he would probably never be able to be as affectionate in public with Alastair as he would like. But the people of his clan would soon learn that their laird, lady, and squire, stood together as three. A love that had been forged in the fire of a royal tourney would not be torn asunder by anyone.

  When they reached the ridge about a mile from the castle, Callum pulled up his horse and gestured down. “There, Isla. Glennoe.”

  She sucked in a breath. “It’s beautiful. So peaceful and unspoiled. I see fishing boats, but do you swim in the loch as well?”

  Alastair laughed as he brought his mount to a halt beside them. “Aye, when we are feeling adventurous. It’s a sea loch, so very cold and very deep in places. But plenty of fish, and
game in the hills. You’ll never be hungry.”

  “And so many people! Look, all gathering near the castle.”

  His heart pounding, Callum exchanged a grim glance with Alastair. God’s blood, not today. Had Red sent a raiding party? Had the Campbells? It seemed a terribly rash action when in his saddlebag was a copy of the king’s decree and his alliance with the Sutherlands, but there wasn’t a moment in Scottish history where something being rash had halted action. Sure, he had gained six trained men at arms as part of Isla’s dowry, but they followed behind with the wagon carrying Isla’s trunks, her beloved servants Morag and Leith, and the gift of cloth from the king. More Sutherland men would be sent to help guard his lands, but they would not arrive from the north for a month, at least.

  If anyone had harmed his mother…he would show them no mercy. The days of being crushed under the weight of fear, past shadows and expectations, and lack of belief in himself were over. He was worthy. He did have skill. And each day he would only be bolstered by Alastair and Isla’s loving care.

  Callum clicked his tongue, and his horse cantered forward, well used to this path that led down to the castle.

  “You are tense, husband. Do I need to unsheathe my sword?” asked Isla in his ear.

  “Maybe,” he admitted. “I know not why people in the clan have gathered, unless there has been trouble. Before we left for Stirling, my weaving house was razed to the ground in a raid. Both Red and the Campbells have long wanted these fertile lands for themselves.”

  “I am ready to fight,” she said fiercely. “No one shall threaten my laird’s home or lands. Especially not a wretched MacDonald. And your clan—”

  “Our clan.”

  “Our clan will learn to value all skills. Warrior and scholar, protector and healer.”

  “That is what I needed to hear,” Callum replied. “It strengthens me no end to know I have yours and Alastair’s love. We three shall achieve great things.”

  As they neared the castle gate, he and Alastair both eased their horses into a trot. Then the applauding began. And the loud cheers. Women waved ribbons and linen cloths, their faces wreathed in smiles, and men stopped work to raise a triumphant fist.