Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“Malcolm!” I gasp, trembling, feeling myself start to fall all over again.
“Me too,” he grunts, nipping at my ear, grunting like a beast as he thrusts up into me. His thickness drives deep, his heavy balls slapping against my ass as we both start to lose all control.
“Come for me, Ailith. Let me feel that perfect little cunt flood my cock with your honey. Give me your release, little princess. Give it all to me.”
I rise up and then thrust right back down, and suddenly, I’m coming.
My mouth slams into his, my kiss hungry and desperate as the whole world shatters around me. I scream into his lips, coming over and over and over again as I just keep bouncing—riding every inch of his cock as the climax thunders through me. Malcolm roars, his fingers dig roughly into my skin, and when he slams his cock to the hilt inside of me, I feel it.
I feel him come.
I cry out, hot splashes of his cum jetting into me, pumping me so full as we just keep thrusting into each other. My lips sear to his, my moans of pleasure drowning in his kiss as we both come crashing together. Until slowly, we just collapse sideways onto the bed.
Our lips crush together, and I kiss him until all I know is his body wrapped in mine, and our hearts beating as one.
Chapter 11
Ailith
It’s dark, and hours later, when I wake. And it takes me a moment to figure out what it is I’m feeling, but when I do, I moan.
It’s Malcolm’s mouth, between my legs.
I gasp, whimpering as I raise my hips against him. He groans into me. His big hands sliding under me to grip my ass and lift me tighter to his lips. His tongue drags up and down my lips, delving deep inside before he slides it up to my aching nub. He wraps his lips around it, swirling his tongue across my clit as I cry out for more. His thumb brushes between the globes of my ass, teasing over my forbidden hole as I gasp for more, bucking against his face.
…And them, we hear it: the sound of yelling.
Malcolm pulls away from me with a start, swearing as he grabs a bed-sheet and wraps it around his body.
“Stay here, my love,” he growls, leaning down and kissing me, tugging some blankets over me before he storms for the door to his chambers. He’s barely there when there’s a pounding from the other side. Malcolm yanks the door open as Callum comes striding right in.
Malcolm snarls, like a beast, his hand shooting out and grabbing his friend’s arm as he yanks him back. Callum scowls, before suddenly, I watch his brow go up as his eyes dart towards me hiding under the covers on the bed.
He swears quietly.
“Damn, sorry,” he growls at Malcolm, shaking his head. “It appears I’m not used to you being married. Or having company in your bed. I apologize, Lady Pem—”
“McAuley,” I finish for him, smiling.
He chuckles.
“Of course.”
“Callum.”
Malcolm’s voice is icy.
“Though I love you like a brother, you will take your eyes off of my bride this instant.”
Callum blinks, quickly turning towards his friend.
“Easy, friend,” he growls.
“It’s not like I’m naked,” I add, from the bed. Malcolm turns, glaring.
“It very much is.”
“I am not!”
I slide from the bed with the blankets wrapped around me
“Ailith,” Malcolm growls warningly.
“Malcolm,” I toss right back defiantly before turning to Callum. “What’s going on outside?”
Callum just looks amused, a grin on his face as his eyes dart from me to Malcolm.
“And here I thought it was Cat who was the headstrong one.”
He chuckles before suddenly, he stops himself, his brow furrowing and his face growing red. And you can be sure both Malcolm and I catch it.
“Do tell us more about ‘Cat’,” Malcolm says with a devilish grin at his friend.
But Callum shuts it down with a shake of his head and a scowl.
“We have problems, Malcolm.”
The humor leaves the room as my husband stiffens.
“Tell me.”
“Lord Carlson’s men are currently in boats rowing across the channel from the mainland for Carrick Castle, with battle flags flying.”
Malcolm growls lowly, moving next to me and wrapping an arm possessively around me. “Well, give the man his goddamn boat back.”
Callum smirks. “I think we both know that’s not what he’s after.”
“Well then he can go get fucked, because ‘his’ one-time-betrothed is now my bride.” My husband’s arms tighten around me, and his jaw ripples. “And besides that, attacking Carrick Castle is suicide. We’re too well defended, and Carlson doesn’t have the men to—”
“He’s hired mercy forces, Mal,” Callum says coldly, sending a chill through me. Malcolm’s face darkens.
“Impossible. It’s barely been two days.”
Callum scowls. “Impossible or not, they’re in the boats with his men, tripling the size of his forces, and they’ll be landing on your shores any minute now.”