Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven:
Together Again
“ L ass, please… please come back to me,” Lachlan’s voice rose over the haze of darkness.
Katarina groaned, fighting to get nearer to that voice; that beautiful Scottish burr.
“L-Lach… lan?”
“Well I’ll be!” Munro’s voice sounded.
Anna chuckled, “The power of the word ‘please.’ Are you taking notes, Lachlan?”
“That’s it, Katarina!” Lachlan’s smiling face came into focus over her, “I’m here! We all are!”
“Wh-what happened?” Katarina groaned, rubbing her head.
“You took a swan-dive head first into a rock is what happened. Then these two went full-scale berserk and started decorating the hilltops with vampire guts,” Anna explained. “I helped, of course, though I was more graceful and less snarly about it.”
Lachlan rolled his eyes, “Ye still talk funny.”
“So do you, bro !” Anna quipped, smirking down at Katarina. “It’s good to have you back. This one’s been blubbering like a baby since you’ve been out.”
“Been… out?” Katarina blinked, looking around and recognizing the brothers’ cave. “H-how long?”
“Too long!” he frowned, wrapping his arms around her, moving his lips to her forehead. “I was so afraid I’d lost ye!”
Katarina blushed at the contact, but still found the strength to turn away. “I thought you hated me…”
“I was wrong, lass,” he looked down, guiltily. “I was feeling so strongly for ye, I didn’t know what to do! So I tried to push you away. It was a mistake, though; Munro made me realize tha’! Can ye ever forgive me?”
She smirked at that, “I suppose I could. I mean, watching you tear a vampire’s arm off to save me was apology enough for what you said.”
“Oh, tha’?” Munro chuckled, stepping between Anna and Lachlan, “Tha’ he did for the pleasure. No’ killing me future wife here”—he snaked an arm around Anna’s shoulders and beamed—“ tha’ was tough fer ‘im!”
Katarina’s eyes widened. “Future… wife?”
Anna smirked and looked over at Munro, who nodded.
“ Aye ! Ye dinna think tha’ I’d let you an’ Lachlan have all the lovey-dovey nonsense, did ye? No, after watchin’ this fiery-haired lass on the battlefield an’ rollin’ with ‘er in the sheets, I decided I couldna’ let a catch like ‘er get away!”
Anna giggled and shrugged, “What can I say? I’ve got a thing for big… hearts.”
Katarina blushed as the two laughed at that.
Munro smiled and leaned in to offer Katarina a kiss on the forehead. “It’s good t’see ye up and well, lass, but I think my blockhead brother deserves some alone time with ye.” He took Anna’s hand then and nodded to her, turning and heading out of the cave.
Leaving her alone with Lachlan.
Her Lachlan.
“So…” she looked up at him, “Scots pride, huh?”
“ Aye ,” Lachlan nodded, “Sometimes it makes us do foolish things.”
“Sometimes?” she raised an eyebrow.
“ Och ! Fine, lass, ye win! A lot of times,” he chuckled, taking her hand in his.
She smiled at the contact, reveling in how right it felt. “So… just how long has it been?”
“About a week,” he frowned. “Ye’ve been slipping in and out of consciousness fer the past few days, but—I”
“A week? Oh no! Erik is probably freaking out right now!” she cried out, looking around. “Where’s my cell phone?”
“Who’s Erik?” he narrowed his eyes even as he handed her the phone.
She smirked, noticing the jealousy in his gaze and she chuckled, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Erik is my agent, dear; my very gay agent,” she grinned. “Believe me, if anyone should be jealous about him it’s me! You are just his type.”
“I see,” Lachlan blushed at that, then quickly smirked and offered a nonchalant shrug, “Well, we’ll have to show him just what he’s missing then when we get to New York.”
“I guess s—” Katarina’s eyes widened, “Wait! Did you say when we go to New York?” she beamed, leaping up and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“ Aye , lass. I’m coming with ye. Munro won’t be joining us, I’m afraid—he and Anna have some things to settle here now that the vampires aren’t terrorizing the town—but it’s all been discussed and he agrees it’s for the best,” he smiled.
Katarina blushed and nodded, “So Munro and that vampire are really getting married, huh?”
“ Aye , he an’ Anna have been inseparable an’ insufferable,” he laughed. Then, shrugging his one shoulder, he smiled, “But there’s no mistaking it; they’re in bluidy love alright!” He grinned. “As I am for ye.”
“Y-you love me?” Katarina blushed, looking up into his eyes.
“ Aye , that’s right, Katarina… I love ye,” he leaned down, moving his face closer to hers. “An’ doona expect me to take ‘no’ for an answer after all I’ve—”
“Oh, Lachlan! You won’t have to! I love you too!” she shot up and pressed her lips to his.
Then her phone began to buzz.
“ Och ! It’s been doin’ tha’ for days ! Turn it off already!” Lachlan growled, going to kiss her again.
“It’s Erik,” she moaned as his lips trailed down her neck. “I… I’ve already missed over a hundred calls…” She forced herself to hold him back, giving him a pleading look. “I-I really need to answer this. If to only let him know I’m not dead.”
“Fine! Hurry!” he grinned, moving down her body and beginning to pull her pants off. “But doona expect me to stop!”
She blushed, “St-stop wha—AH!” she cried out as Lachlan freed her of her pants and panties in one sharp tug. “What are you—no! Lachlan! You can’t—”
“Answer it!” he grinned, already sinking a finger into her.
She whimpered and shivered, but nevertheless obeyed; pressing the call button. “H-hello? Erik?”
“Kat! Jesus-fucking-Christ! What in the hell happened to you? First you miss your flight and now not picking up for a week? Do you know how worried I’ve been? Have you seen ‘Hostel?’ Do you know what sort of things have been haunting my nightmares! Bitch! You nearly scared me straight! What’s going on with you, girl?”
Part of Katarina struggled to stifle the moans from Lachlan’s onslaught while another struggled to stifle a bout of laughter from Erik’s hysterical rant. Rather than let her body respond to either, however, she bit her lip and took in a deep breath. “I- it’s just been kinda hectic here. I—mm!—I found someone here a-and…” she forced another deep breath, fighting against the stream of moans that wanted to flow past her lips, “We’ll be heading back on the first flight. Your plan w-worked”—she shot a glare down at Lachlan as he shifted his tempo and nearly sent her into convulsions—“I’ve found my new muse.”
“Whoa! Hold on, darling, I think I had a dick in my ear! Did you just say you found someone in Scotland and you’re coming back with him? Ooh, you scandalous slut, you! Deets, damn you! Give me the deets!”
“He’s…” she looked over at Lachlan’s interested expression and he nodded for her to continue. “Well, he’s a therion… a therion highlander .”
“Holy shit, girl! And he hasn’t eaten you yet? Wait… who am I kidding, I’m sure he’s devoured you! Mee-OW!”
Katarina shivered, “Y-you have no idea…”
“Oh don’t challenge me, girl, I have a bunch of ideas! All of them huge and glistening! So, tell me, does his cock dangle below his kilt? Hm? It must! I know all about those stallion-hung studs! Oh you bitch! A therion highlander? That’s like winning the man lottery! Mercy! I’m burning up! Ooh! Does that glorious dick brush the ground when he does power squats in the river?”
“Wh-what?” Katarina couldn’t stifle her laughter at that, “Power squats? River? What are you—”
“Don’t ruin this for me, bitch!” Erik chuckled, “I think I might just mess up my suit thinking about it!”
Katarina rolled her eyes. “Is that all then?”
There was a pause. “Well, not quite,” Erik sighed.
“I don’t like the sound of that.” Katarina frowned.
Seeing the shift in tone, Lachlan stopped his antics between her legs and looked up.
“Well, it’s a good-news, bad-news situation…” Erik sighed.
“Tell me,” Katarina bit her lip.
“Well,” Erik cleared his throat, “I got you a meeting with Alexander DuBrois.”
Katarina’s heart fluttered. “Wait… the Alexander Dubrois?”
“Bitch! How many do you think there are? Yes! The Alexander Dubrois; the art dealer to bitch-slap all other art-dealers! The big shot you’ve been hoping for! And if this therion of yours is the inspiration you say he is then this could be it ! Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, girl! Not to mention that little leech of an ex of yours who’s been mooching off your work will be buried of the landslide of your rise to total stardom!”
Katarina could barely speak. “I… I don’t understand,” she stammered. “How is any part of that a bad news situation?”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you, Kat!” Erik sighed, “I scheduled the meeting almost a week ago! You’re supposed to be meeting with him tomorrow !”
“T-tomorrow…?” Katarina paled.
“Yea, I know. You’re cutting it a little close, but I’ll tell you what; you text me a picture of your new boo spread-eagle in his kilt and I’ll have both of you flown back here first class tonight and—”
“Erik!”
“Oh fine! No picture; poo on you!” he chuckled again, “Booking the flight as we speak. Just answer me this much: is he or is he not hung like a baby elephant’s trunk?”
“E-Erik! I’m not answering that!” she gasped.
“You just did, bitch!” he laughed.
“Thanks, Erik,” Katarina cut him off. “I owe you one. Actually, I owe you a million.”
“Yea yea. Let me borrow your highlander for the night and we’ll call it even. I’ve got the perfect sheathe for his longswo—”
“OH MY GOD! I’m hanging up! Goodbye!”
Ending the call, Katarina pinched the bridge of her nose.
Lachlan frowned, “What was all that about?”
“My agent, he…” she felt what could’ve been a squeal of excitement or a sob of terror welling and chose to swallow it back. “He got me a meeting with one of the biggest art dealers in… well, in the world. A meeting like this would pretty much secure my career for the rest of my life, and with that new painting and the other ideas I have now I know I can nail it!”
“So what’s the problem?” Lachlan cocked his head.
Katarina blushed. “W-well… that’s the thing. I’d have to go back to New York tonight . The meeting is tomorrow and… Lachlan, I can’t miss this opportunity! I just can—”
Strong, calloused hands sandwiched her own and the intense gaze of the therion highlander locked with hers. “Then ye won’t miss it, lass. An’ I’ll be right there to see you through it.”
Katarina had spent most the flight back to New York trying to calm Lachlan, who had maintained a white-knuckle grip on the edges of his seat and panicked with every bout of turbulence. It wasn’t until she’d convinced the flight attendant to leave a bottle of whisky with them and gotten the jittery therion to down its contents that things calmed down.
The rest of the flight had been graced with slurred renditions of ‘Hi for the Beggar Man,’ where more than half the other passengers joined in “ With a tooroo, rooroo, rantin hi, a-tooroo, rooroo, rantin hi! ” while the other half clapped their hands over their ears and silently casted death-glares in Katarina’s direction.
By the time their flight had landed, Lachlan’s therion body had burned through all the alcohol and the stoic, wide-eyed man stepping off the plane more closely resembled the Lachlan she knew and loved.
As they stepped out of the terminal of LaGuardia Airport, every woman’s eyes landed on Lachlan, and Katarina had to resist the urge to attack every single one of them. Noticing this, Lachlan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and he pulled her in close to him.
“Every lass may look at me, but only one gets to share my bed,” he whispered, nipping at her earlobe and drawing out a gasp from every woman watching.
Blushing at the attention—but nonetheless loving it—Katarina nodded and moved to pull her cap over the tips of her pointed ears. Catching her by the wrist and pulling the cap away from her, Lachlan smiled and cast the wool garment into a nearby trashcan. Surprised by this, she looked up at him.
Lachlan shrugged. “Let them look, lass. They’re humans—they’d sooner make what they see make sense to them before believin’ yer an elf,” he winked. “I’m sure they’ll pass those pretty ears off as a movie prop or something. Sides, I think they’re sexy.”
She blushed, feeling her heart begin to speed up and forced herself to look away as they collected their bags and headed out to the streets of New York. Lachlan froze for a moment, staring out at the busy streets of New York City and she frowned, realizing this change might be hard for him.
“Lachlan, are you okay,” she squeezed his hand and felt him calm down.
“Aye…” he nodded, “It’s just so… so big ! How far is it to your place, lass?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Only five blocks, but we’ll be driving,” she pointed to a black limousine that was waiting for them out front. As she led Lachlan towards the car, the chauffeur, a well-aged man who had been driving Katarina for most of her career, bowed his head and opened the back door for them.
“Did you have a good flight, Miss?” he asked.
Katarina smiled and nodded as she slipped into the backseat. “It was… interesting,” she smirked, looking at Lachlan, who took a moment before clumsily working himself into the car.
“So this is what all the fuss was about?” Erik’s sing-songy voice rose. The vampire, wearing a freshly tailored brown business suit, presented each of them with a glass of champagne. “A pleasure, I assure you. Kat, aren’t you going to introduce us?”
Kat blushed and nodded, accepting the champagne and nodding to Lachlan to do the same. As the therion took the glass, his eyes scanned the interior of the limo.
“Right,” Katarina nodded, “this is Lachlan.”
“Lachlan? Ooh! So exotic!” Erik beamed.
“Erik, I take it,” Lachlan looked over at Katarina.
She nodded.
“You didn’t mention that he was a vampire,” he scowled.
Erik paused, looking back to Katarina. “Is… is that a problem?”
Katarina shook her head to her agent, “It’s a long story. Let’s just say that we had an ugly run-in with some vampires back in Scotland that didn’t do your kind justice.”
Erik rolled his eyes, “Great! Like it’s not going to be hard enough getting him out of your clutches, now I gotta work against some preexisting stigma brought on by a bunch of savages?” He paused and smiled at Lachlan, “No offense, darling, you’re fabulous just the way you are!”
“None taken,” Lachlan rolled his eyes, downing his own champagne in one gulp.
“Oh my!” Erik smirked, watching the display, “Like something out of my dream journal. I have to admit though, Kat, your description did not do him justice.” He smiled at Lachlan, “I know this probably goes without saying, but if you ever decide to start batting for the other team—”
“Erik!” Katarina frowned, sipping the champagne and leaning forward.
Erik nodded and held up a hand, “You’re right, I’m sorry. Where are my manners? So tell me everything!”
Katarina frowned, “Shouldn’t we be discussing the deal with DuBrois?”
Erik sighed and shook his head. “Girl, I’m sure you’re steamed and eager to rock the hell outta that interview, but you gotta remember that you’re not in Scotland anymore. It is three in the goddam morning and Alexander DuBrois is probably fast asleep on a mountain of fine-ass, art-lovin’ booty! There is no use worrying your pretty little head about all that at this ungodly hour, so all that business can go right on ahead and wait for morning. In the meantime, however, I want to hear everything !”
Katarina took a deep breath and nodded, knowing better than to argue with her agent. “Well, I met him and his twin brother when I went out to—”
“Wait! You have a twin?” Erik gaped, “So unfair!”
“Anyway…” Katarina laughed.
The limo was just pulling up to Katarina’s building by the time she’d finished the story, and Erik and Lachlan were in the throes of laughter as Lachlan described in detail his efforts on her while she’d been on the phone with him earlier.
“Oh I like him, girl!” Erik finally managed, “He is a keeper!”
Katarina smiled, giving Lachlan’s hand a squeeze, “Trust me, I know.”
“Well, kids, we’re here, which probably means you two are about to bump uglies,” Erik smirked. Then, turning to Lachlan, he offered a sincere nod, “Thank you for taking care of Kat and getting her out of her funk.”
Lachlan blushed and nodded, obviously not used to being thanked.
“That reminds me!” Katarina reached into her luggage and pulled out the long cardboard tube that held her newest painting. “Here is my newest piece!”
Erik grinned as he took the package and, after opening it, carefully unrolled it, whistling at what he saw. “Oh yes, darling! We are back in business! This is the Katarina the world pays to see! Alexander DuBrois is going to cum buckets when he sees this!” He nodded and put it back in the container before passing it back. “Keep that beauty safe for now. I’ll have a car come around in the AM to pick you up—don’t worry, nothing too early; you kids are going to need your beauty rest after your done bumping uglies, I’m sure! Just make sure you take a moment between dickings to jot a few of your ideas for the meeting. You do have other ideas, right?”
Katarina nodded, smiling, “Absolutely!”
“That’s my girl!” Erik clapped his hands. “Alright! I’m gonna go get myself laid. Have a good night. Don’t forget to document the moment so you can dish about the deets, kay?”
“Thank you for this, Erik,” she smiled back.
“Nice to meet you too, highlander!” Erik blew a kiss to Lachlan. “Remember, if you’re ever feeling experimental, you know where to find me!”
“He seems nice,” Lachlan chuckled as Katarina led him into the building and pressed the call button for the elevator.
“He really is, he just comes on a little strong sometimes.” She smiled. “So what do you think?”
“I think it’s like a palace,” Lachlan admitted, hesitating to step into the elevator as the doors ding ed open.
“I’m sure management would love to hear you say that,” Katarina giggled, looking up into his eyes. “Thank you for coming back with me.”
“It’s my pleasure, lass,” Lachlan burred.
Arriving at her floor, Katarina had to force herself to tear her eyes off of the therion and start down the hall to her door.
“Here we are,” she smiled back at him.
Opening the doors, she couldn’t help but grin at the stunned expression that washed over Lachlan’s face. After letting the initial shock of seeing her luxury suite for the first time pass, she turned to the bar. “Can I offer you a drink?”
Tearing himself away from the view of the city, Lachlan stared long and hard at her, wetting his lips. “I’m no’ thirsty,” he confessed, starting towards her. “Well, no’ for a drink at least…”
She gasped as his arms wrapped around her waist and she instantly melted against his embrace. He took the opportunity to lean down and press his lips to hers, sweeping her up into his arms. She moaned, kissing him back as his tongue swept between her lips.
“ Och ! I’ve been wanting to touch ye since the first night we had,” Lachlan confessed.
“Me too!” she shivered, stripping him of his shirt and reaching to pull off his kilt and gasped. “Lachlan! You need to get something to wear underneath this!”
“Why? It’s no’ common to wear anything ‘neath the plaid,” he frowned. “Sides, I doona hear ye truly complaining, do I?”
Katarina blushed at that, taking in the sight of his throbbing cock. “Fair enough…”
Lachlan smirked and shrugged, “I s’ppose it’d be best if I tried wearing pants and such.”
“Lachlan,” Katarina shook her head, “the last thing I’m thinking about right now is what clothes to put you into.”
She leaned forward and kissed him again, the drive to feel him renewed by the sight of his tool. In a single, sweeping motion, he slid the sundress over her shoulders and tossed it aside, leaving her in her red lace bra and matching thong.
“Mm! I like ye in red,” he smirked.
“Remind me to buy more red clothes,” she chuckled. “Hey, I don’t suppose you’ve ever done it in the shower, have you?”
Katarina had always craved a shower after any long trip, and with the addition of her time in the highlands, being kidnapped by vampires, and sleeping for over a week, she was certainly overdue.
But she couldn’t bring herself to delay her union with Lachlan any longer, either.
Fortunately, her shower was spacious, and Lachlan was more than capable of supporting her entire body as he pressed her against the tile siding.
She’d already come over a half-dozen times before Lachlan growled that they were clean enough, and, still dripping wet, he’d carried her to her bedroom and tossed her onto her queen-sized bed as though she were a sack of oranges. He moved over her, his long, dripping hair leaving a wet trail over her belly and between her breasts as he kissed her skin over and over again. She moaned, writhing under the wave of sensations before finally pulling him up to her and kissing him back as his hands cupped her breasts. She cried out as he began to rub her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples as he sucked her lower lip between and gave it a gentle bite. Gasping, she bucked against him, willing his shaft to breach her once again. She’d become insatiable for it; the sensation of being so totally filled by him—knowing that she was accepting something so powerful within her—making her feel sexier than she’d ever felt before in her life.
But he pulled back, denying her the cock she already felt addicted to.
“Ye’ve had yer taste, lass, now I want mine!” he smirked, beginning to kiss back down her body.
“O-oh my…” she blushed, watching as he moved from her breasts down to between her legs.
As soon as his tongue made contact, she cried out, her legs falling apart as he began to lick her pussy. His tongue was amazing on her and she arched up more, moving her hands in his thick mane.
“Mm! I was right! Ye do taste amazing down here as well!” he growled.
She’d lost count of how many times she’d come against his tongue before she heard him ask “Are ye ready fer another ride?”
“Mm! I am! Give it to me!” she cried out, arching up.
She felt the head press against her entrance and he began to slip inside, pushing his length deep inside of her. She gasped, her head falling back against her pillow as she took the bulk of his member inside of her.
“MM! You are so tight,” he groaned. “So amazing!”
“Oh! It feels amazing, Lachlan!” she cried out, “Don’t stop! Make love to me!”
He smirked, beginning to rock forward as he leaned down, kissing her hard. She moaned, tasting herself on his tongue as he continued to thrust inside her. The feeling was indescribable as their bodies unified and she could feel her climax growing with every plunge inside of her.
“I’m… I’m close!” she cried out. “I’m going to come again!”
“Do it, lass! Come for me!” he groaned, nipping at her throat.
With one last shove, she was driven over the edge and arched up against him as her orgasm swept over her.
“Oh!” she groaned, shivering against him, “Come with me, Lachlan! Fill me!”
Her words seemed to strike a chord within him, because her lover tensed then and let out a loud, guttural groan. Still in the throes of her own climax, Katarina felt Lachlan begin to throb within her, and was rewarded shortly after with the first massive spurt of his own release. As the two cried out in unison, she felt herself flooded by his seed as he continued to piston himself deeper and deeper within her.
As the two fell back into the bed, their bodies still humming from release, Lachlan pulled her to his chest, kissing the top of her head.
“Lass, ye are perfect for me,” he murmured in her hair.
“You too,” she smiled. “I love you so much, Lachlan.”
With that, she closed her eyes, falling asleep to the gentle sound of her highlander’s heartbeat and dreamed of her new life.