Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
My head slowly shakes. “Yes, I was. I was your second choice, wasn’t I?”
His frown deepens, something dark flashing over his eyes. “You were not.”
Suddenly, he pauses, and his brow arches as a smile teases his lips.
“Ahhh, I know what this is.” He clears his throat.
“You met Gwendolyn.”
My temper flares, my lips pursing together as I glare daggers at him.
“Yes, I guess I did meet Gwendolyn.”
Hamish starts to chuckle, and I hiss, pushing roughly past him as my temper flares.
“And I’m glad you find that amusing, my lord!” I spit back at him over my shoulder.
“I do,” he says with a hearty laugh. “Not for the reasons why you think, though.” He sighs heavily as I stare into the fireplace, my back to him.
“Una.”
I clench my jaw.
“Una,” he growls, making me shiver.
“Look at me, Una.”
I swallow, wanting to fight him. But slowly, I turn, the scowl etched across my face.
“She’s… how do I put this nicely.” He strokes his chin. “She’s delusional, Una. She’s pretended to be married to many men, myself included. She’s even already actually married. The poor bastard is a ship’s captain abroad.”
I chew at my lip, eyeing him as my fingers toy with the waist tie around my dress.
“You’re not… I mean, you and her—”
“No,” he growls, his face darkening. “Gods no.” Fire blazes in his eyes, and my breath catches as he marches over to me. Those big, powerful hands circle my waist, making me whimper softly as the heat blazes through me.
“There’s only you, my queen,” he growls, pulling me against his rock-hard body as one hand slides up to cup my jaw, tilting my head up. “There is and only ever will be you.”
He leans in, and when his lips crush to mine, it’s like the whole world goes up in flames around me. I moan into his kiss, losing myself and letting go of all the doubts and jealousy that’s been searing into me all afternoon. I fall against his chest, my hands sliding up his forearms as he sweeps me into him and kisses me like he’s never going to stop. Until my toes curl. Until my blood runs hot like fire. Until a forbidden, naughty heat blooms between my thighs and sizzles over my skin.
“And now, my queen,” Hamish purrs against my lips. He kisses me softly, this time sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling at it before he pulls away.
“Take off your dress.”
I whimper, shivering as his words melt over me.
“And if I say n—”
“Take off your fucking dress,” he commands, the growl and the tone of his voice setting a blaze inside of me, making me bite my lip to stop the whimper from tumbling out.
“Take off your dress, lay on our bed, and spread those pretty thighs wide,” he growls, his thumb brushing my jaw as his eyes burn fiercely into mine.
“Because tonight, I’m making you mine.”
Chapter 8
Hamish
She may be a vexing little tease, but gods does she drive me wild. It’s the fire inside of her—that fierceness. She’s got a warrior spirit burning in her, and it draws me in like nothing I’ve ever known. I kiss her there in our—our—bed chambers, in front of the fire, and I know beyond any doubt how right a choice I made.
I know in an instant that I’d give up everything for her—lands, titles, honor. All of it. And here she is, right in front of me, looking at me with those fierce and yet gentle eyes.
My queen. My one and only. My everything.
I swoop into her with a growl, taking her breath away as my lips crush to hers. One hand grabs her hip and the other slides up the nape of her neck into those long red locks. I tangle my fingers in her hair, gripping her tight and keeping her lips pressed to mine as I hungrily tease my tongue across them. Una moans, opening her mouth for me and letting me taste her.
My skin burns for her. My cock aches to taste the honeyed sweetness between her thighs. My balls swell, anxious to fill her with my seed over and over again.
Our tongues duel, breath panting together as I hold her tight to me. I can feel her writhe against my body, her hips moving slowly in time with our tongues, and I groan as my fingers dig into her hip, encouraging the movement.
Slowly, we come away panting, Una’s face flushed and her eyes blazing with heat.
“Show me,” I whisper fiercely—the words a reminder of our previous encounter in the baths, and I can see that she knows it. She blushes, her gaze hungry as she levels it at me.
“And you, my…” she bites her lip. “My husband?”
The grin spreads over my face as she turns my demands around on me.
“And me what, little queen,” I growl, my hand reaching up to touch her chin.