11. Ten
Ten
Kayleigh
W hen I woke up after my punishment, I was hopeful that Erik would have brought me back to my room and I could have woken up on my own. No fucking such luck. We were both in his bed, I was in one of his shirts—he must have changed me out of mine—and in his arms. All he was wearing was a pair of tight boxers that showed Erik was not lacking in size.
He had me laying on his chest with his arms of steel wrapped around me. As much as I wanted to get up and go back to my room, I was not getting out of his arms without waking him. I decided to relax and enjoy the warmth and comfort of being held by him.
I know it will only be a matter of time until he gets over his lust for me and realizes why me being his future queen will never happen. Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy how it feels now knowing as long as Erik holds me in his arms, nothing can happen to me.
I fall asleep again and next time I wake up, I’m not in Erik’s arms. I open my eyes and see I’m still in his room though. I hear the water running and try to get a better look around the room when I see the culprit behind my sore ass. Smirking to myself, I come up with a plan to make Erik’s life just a bit more difficult. I sit up and wince at the pain, but I ignore it and continue with my plan. I bend down and grab his belt. I hightail it out of his room and back to mine before he gets out of the shower.
Once I get into my room, I lock the door behind me. Time is of the essence. Now, do I hide it or destroy it? Just hide it; I would feel terrible if it were a gift and I destroyed it. I scan my room, looking for the best place.
Hmm… not in my closet, that’s the first place he will look. Under my bed is also obvious, and it can’t be somewhere that the maids will stumble across it. I smirk when an idea hits me.
I grab my clothes and get dressed, add the special touches for today, and head out of my room. I need something to eat before I have a day full of schoolwork.
Breakfast is already on the table when I get downstairs. Rowan and Darius, Erik’s twin brothers, their wives, and their own twin boys are already at the table eating. Freya, Darius’s wife, is the first to notice me.
“Good morning, Kayleigh. How are you this morning?”
“I’m well. How are you?” She smiles and tells me she is well too. I notice that Ember, Rowan’s wife, is keeping her eye on me. She hasn’t been rude, but she also hasn’t exactly been friendly yet either. I can understand why, as I am a stranger to this family, and she doesn’t trust me yet. I was the same when Oscar brought Erin around. I give her a friendly smile. For the next couple minutes, breakfast is peaceful—until a pissed off Erik comes storming in the room.
“Seamrag bheag,” he growls.
I smile up at him. “Yes, Erik? Is there something I can help you with?”
He marches around to where I’m sitting and pulls me up to my feet. His eyes move straight to his belt that is cinched under my chest and the other one that is on my hips.
“Interesting outfit.”
“Oh, I’m glad you think so. I got the motivation from yesterday.”
I smirk up at him but he leans down and whispers in my ear, “If you think your ass is sore now, just you wait till I bring you back upstairs and remind you why you don’t take my belts and why you don’t wear clothes that have my men staring at what is mine.”
“Are we really having this argument again?” I ask him.
“Depends on whether or not you are going to finally admit that you are mine.”
“Still a delusional old man, I see.”
He opens his mouth but is cut off when a deep laugh bounces off the walls in the room. I look over his shoulder and my lips lift when I see the familiar face of Abraham.
“Damn, Erik. When the twins told me she was giving you a run for your money, I didn’t believe it. But they didn’t say it was this entertaining to watch.”
“Abraham!” I run around Erik and immediately wrap my arms around him when he opens his for me.
“Hello, nighean bhòidheach. How are you? Is this brute treating you well? You know you can always come stay with me if he isn’t, right?”
“Get your fucking hands off my seamrag bheag. Cousin or not, I will cut them off.”
“Erik! Don’t be an a—” I stop myself from cussing, but then I see Freya, Ember, and the boys are no longer in the room. “Asshole,” I say.
Erik glares at me. “Seamrag bheag, you are already in trouble. Would you like to add to your punishment?”
“Nope. I’m good right here. I just missed Abraham.” I feel Abraham’s chest vibrate as he chuckles.
He bends down and whispers in my ear, “You are poking the bear, nighean bhòidheach.”
“I know, but it’s so fun.” I smirk at him as I whisper.
“Uh-huh. Don’t come to me when he has you locked in his room and won’t let you leave until you fully submit to him.”
“Sure… like a man like him would ever want me.”
“Nighean bhòidheach, I thought we discussed talking that way about yourself.”
“That’s enough!” Erik growls. I shriek when he comes toward me, but I take off out of the room and head for the front door.
“Run, seamrag bheag. If I catch you, then you are mine,” he growls from behind me. I push myself harder and make a mad dash for the front door; I need to get outside. If I can, maybe I have a chance of hiding from him. Well, at least until he gets bored or has to focus on something else and I can sneak back into my room.
“Hurry, seamrag bheag,” I hear not from a distance behind me, it’s much closer. I make the mistake of looking over my shoulder and see he is only a few feet away.
“Shit!” I yell and push myself harder. I can feel the ache in my ass and in my legs, but I don’t care. I get to the door and quickly yank it open and head for the forest. The cold ground nips at my bare feet.
“Go, go, go,” I whisper to myself. My breath fogs up in front of me. I shiver as goosebumps cover my arms. I’m out here running in a thin, long sleeve shirt, jeans, and no shoes. Each step hurts, but I will not admit defeat.
Why does Erik chasing me excite me so much? I should hate it, be scared by it. I know Erik will never hurt me, but I should be avoiding a man like him. Dangerous. But it seems like the more I am around him, the more I crave being in his presence. Like a moth to a flame.
I can hear his breathing; it feels like he is on my heels.
Push, you can outrun this old man.
Fuck! Each fucking step hurts, especially my feet.
No! He can’t catch me.
“Ready or not, seamrag bheag,” here I come.”
No! Push, Kayleigh! Run fucking harder. I want so bad to collapse to the ground, but I won’t give in.
“Gotcha!” he growls as he wraps his hands around my waist, twisting me before he picks me up and places me over his shoulder.
I slam my fists on his back yelling, “Old man, you need to put me down before you pull your back out!” I am relieved that I’m off my feet, but I gasp when Erik’s hand comes down hard against my ass.
“Asshole, that hurts.”
“No shit, that’s the point. Soon I will show you how old I really am.”
Oh fuck! Damn it, the idea of having him on my body shouldn’t get my panties wet. Bad needy pussy being a hussy for him. I squeeze my legs together.
“Don’t worry, seamrag bheag.” I will take care of you soon enough.”
“Umm, I’m good. Thanks.”
“Oh, you will be once my face is soaked from you coming all over it. I want to drown in your pussy juice.”
Oh fuck, help me. I could cum just from the filthy shit that comes from his mouth. I bounce on his shoulder as he marches inside the house and basically runs up the stairs to his bedroom. I get a head rush when he tosses me on his bed. He quickly locks the door before spinning around to face me. “This is your last chance to tell me you don’t want me.”
“And if I say I don’t?”
“Then I will open the door and tell you to pack your shit because there is no way I can control myself any longer and not claim you as mine knowing you are under my roof. But I know just as well as you do that your pussy is wet and needy.”
I gulp and say nothing as he stalks toward me.
“Does your needy little pussy want to have my mouth on it, devouring it? To feel my stubble against your thighs and pussy lips as I spread your legs wide, showing me how wet that greedy little hole is. How you will gush all over my face while I take my time torturing you as I bring you to the edge of orgasm over and over until you are so desperate for me you will cry and beg for it. Then, only when I think you have begged enough, will I make you wait as I do it once more. Finally, I will let you cum and you will soak my face, your thighs, and you will saturate the sheets under your ass as you cum so hard. While you are laying there panting and catching your breath from the earth-shattering orgasm I just gave you with my tongue, I will kiss up your body until my face is next to yours. I will line my cock up and slide deep inside your hot, wet pussy slowly as you take every inch of me. I will watch as your eyes roll back in your head when I make you feel fuller than you ever have before while my cock takes you to heights of pleasure you never thought were possible. And when you think you can’t experience any more pleasure, I will play with that swollen and needy clit until I will send you into another orgasm so intense that you will scream until you lose your voice, and the only thing on your mind will be my name.”
Holy fucking shit.
“Now, am I finally claiming what is mine?”