Page 63 of Perilous
By the time I manage to sit up on the edge of the mattress, my alarming new husband has ripped off his jacket and shirt, and he pulls his kilt open with one hand and grabs a fistful of my hair with the other.
“Suck your husband. I have a lot of pent-up aggression to take out on you.”
This cock has been inside me, I know it can fit but right now, I question this. It’s hugely thick and throbbing, with a glistening red tip that I’m licking before I even knew I’d opened my mouth. “I guess it’s true what they say about what a man wears under his kilt,” I say breathlessly.
“Aye, his wife’s lipstick,” he growls, and pushes his cock into my mouth.
Sucking in a gulp of air, I relax my throat, arching my neck and taking him deeper. The taste and feel of him… elemental like thick, hot meat and I swallow him past the point of coughing, all the way until my nose touches his flat stomach.
“Open your eyes,” he rasps, and I do. His jade eyes have darkened to pitch black, like midnight, like the tunnel he chased me through and I moan, feeling it vibrate along his thick cock that’s choking me. I swallow hard, and when my throat locks down on him, he growls like a savage and it is wildly arousing.
Conrad pulls halfway out of my mouth, his huge chest heaving. “Touch yourself. I want you ready for me and I am seconds away from fucking you. Put your fingers inside that greedy pussy and make yourself wet.”
“You are a filthy-minded lust monster,” I gasp, but not disapprovingly and as I slide him back into my mouth, I swipe two fingers over my clitoris, shuddering at how intense it feels. I’ve never come very hard by my own hand, but knowing thathe’s watching me… I pull my wet fingers from between my legs and cup his balls with that hand, smearing my slick on them and squeezing him.
With a roar, he pulls away from my mouth and shoves me back on the bed, yanking my dress higher and plunging inside me.
It hurts. The first thrust when he buries that huge dick in me hurts like fire rippling through me and I scream into his shoulder. He drags his cock out and fucks it back into me, over and over until I’m sobbing with the need to come.
Flipping us over, he sits up and holds my hips, helping me ride him, rubbing hard against all my soft places inside and filling every part of me. “You’re going to come with me, my sweet little fox. Come hard and scream. Bite me if you need to. Do it now.”
His arms tighten around my back as his giant body below me flexes, driving up hard inside me one last time and I do both. I scream, and then bite his thickly muscled shoulder, hard enough to draw blood.
Cormac falls back on the bed, still holding on to me and I lie on top of him, cheek against his sweaty chest and we pant together. His hand, which had been stroking my ass pauses on my thigh.
“Is that a dagger?”
He lifts his head, pulling it out of my garter. Holding it up to the light, my beastly new husband starts laughing. “Now I know my mother likes you. She gave you the Matriarch’s Dirk?”
“I didn’t know it had a name,” I mumble.
“I’ll make you a deal,” he says, voice low and intent. He pulls out his dirk from his belt, flipping it deftly. “I’ll be using mine to cut you free from this dress so I can fuck you again. And later, we’ll figure out something fun for you to do with yours.”
He’s already got my dress off me in four quick cuts before I can even object, and then the blade slices through my corset strings and I heave a sigh of relief.
“That seems fair.” Arching up, I bite him sharply on the same spot on his shoulder, the bite mark is deep enough to show a a few beads of blood oozing through. “But this might not be the only blood I draw tonight, husband.”
Cormac throws back his gorgeous head and laughs, full-throated and loud and I love him. I can’t contain how much I love him and I kiss him as hard as I can.
“Tha gaol agam ort, a dhuine,”I whisper. “Did I say it right?”
“Aye,” he says, eyes alight with tenderness, “And I love you too, sweet wife.”
Follow what happens five years later when Cormac and Mala balance their roles as heads of the MacTavish Clan, with the occasional rescue mission, and twins with a peanut allergy.
