Chapter Twenty
It had been a happy, if long, day. Catriona
and Victor had decided to marry tomorrow morning rather than wait a
few more days. As a result, the castle had been abuzz with last
minute preparations for most of the late afternoon and into the
early evening. Poor Maisie and her crew would likely be up until
the wee hours of the morning preparing foodstuffs.
A messenger had been sent into the village
both to announce the upcoming festivities to the clanspeople as
well as to retrieve Father Archer who had been busily christening
the newest additions to Clan Gunn. By the time Veronica and Lachlan
made it up to their bedroom, the sun had set and servants had lit
candles for them all over the place so they could see what was
what.
Veronica still hadn’t gotten a chance to
speak with Victor. Now that he was marrying in the morning, she
doubted she’d get him alone for a while. Still, he was going to
have to make the time to talk, newly married or not, because they
would be conversing come hell or high water. She wanted to know
what was going on at the Campbells’ and she wanted to hear it from
the horse’s mouth. And a vaccine? Or, she thought on a smile, a
maxine? It seemed too much to hope for, yet she found herself
hoping regardless.
“’Twas a fine eve,” Lachlan announced as he
pulled off his boots. “Mum seems both intrigued and scandalized by
your hellion attire.”
She could only snort at that as she removed
the clothes in question, set them on her nightstand, and crawled
into bed. Lachlan was so busy removing his own clothes that he
hadn’t noticed she’d failed to put on a chemise. Suddenly feeling a
bit nervous, Veronica pulled up the covers. Good grief. She was
acting like a skittish vir—
Oh lord. What if Lachlan expected her to be
a virgin? The memory of him cutting his own hand to put blood on
the sheets returned. Apparently that was a big deal in this world.
What if, post-consummation, he somehow knew she wasn’t one and
rejected her as his wife because of it? Her nostrils flared at the
thought. How dare he make her care about him and then leave her?
How dare he—
Stop it, Veronica! You’re working yourself
up into a fit over something that hasn’t even happened yet.
“I’m not a virgin.” The words just hung
there like a dark cloud on an otherwise sunny day. It felt like
forever before Lachlan glanced over to meet her gaze. She
immediately wished she could take back her confession as he strode
toward the bed and hovered over her. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want a
lie between us.”
He was silent for a long moment. “Did you
love this mon?”
She swallowed, wide-eyed. Actually there had
been three men and one woman, but she figured he didn’t need to
know all that. There was honesty and then there was good old
fashioned stupidity. She stuck with honesty. “No. There was no love
between us.” That much was true of all her past lovers. It had just
been sex, a physical release.
“Good,” Lachlan said, surprising her. “I
dinna think you were a virgin nor did I care.”
“Why didn’t you think I was a virgin?”
“Virgins dinna come. Oh and you are too
old.”
“Old?!”
She could see his grin in the candlelight.
“’Tis not an insult, wife. You are the most beautiful of lasses,
whether twenty-nine, twenty, or one hundred.”
“I’m twenty-nine,” she clarified.
“I ken that. And I prefer it. I dinna have a
care for any of the shy virgins paraded in front of me o’er the
years.”
The thought of other women vying for his
attention made her a little jealous, but she let it go. He was
married to her after all. “You don’t care about my lack of
virginity, but it would have mattered if I’d loved someone
else?”
“Aye. ‘Twould have mattered sorely. I would
forever be competing with a mon I could never meet to kill.”
Now she was curious. “Why would you have
wanted to kill him?”
“Because I want your love to be only for
me.”
Her heartbeat picked up at his confession.
“Then you have nothing to worry about.” She wanted to say her love
belonged to him, but her tongue felt tied and her belly knotted.
Apparently one downed emotional wall at a time was enough for her
both mentally and physically.
“’Tis good to hear,” Lachlan murmured.
She threw the covers aside and away from her
body then waited for him to notice. He finally looked down and
stilled. She always wore the short chemise to bed. Tonight she was
fully nude and ready to be with him.
“Dinna tease me, wife,” he said thickly.
She was naked by candlelight, but Veronica
knew he could see everything. Aroused and wanting him, she spread
her legs and put her hands over her head, thrusting her heavy
breasts up. Her nipples were stiff, her breathing growing labored.
“I’m not teasing,” she softly promised. “I want you, Lachlan.” He
was huge, powerful, and sexy. “I was a fool to wait so long.”
He was on top of her in the blink of an eye,
his muscular body settling between her thighs. She lifted her arms
to run her hands over his cornrows, but he pushed them back over
her head, pinning her to the bed. His breathing was labored,
perspiration making his forehead glisten. Her nipples grew achingly
harder. Lachlan was the ultimate primal male personified, the stuff
of legends and movies.
“I canna be gentle this eve,” he told her,
his voice hoarse. “’Tis sorry I am.”
Veronica smiled. “I don’t want you to be
anyway. I—”
Lachlan surged inside her, impaling her to
her core. She gasped and cried out, not prepared for the length and
girth of him. “Tell me when you are accustomed to my size,” he
ground out. He slowly began to move inside her. “I need to ride
you.”
It took a few slow strokes, but her eyes
finally stopped watering. His cock felt good—so damn filling. Maybe
she was a virgin, at least by comparison. “Fuck me,” she
practically begged him. “Fuck me hard.”
Her hands still pinned over her head by his
massive ones, Lachlan began to ride her, his breathing heavy as he
fucked her pussy like an animal. He surged in and out, impaling her
over and over, the sound of their perspiration-soaked bodies
slapping against each other with every stroke permeating the air.
She moaned as her tits jiggled, her nipples growing acutely
sensitive. He lowered his head and sucked on one, a growl erupting
from his throat. She gasped, wanting him to devour her. He kept up
the possessive pace, his every stroke branding and claiming
her.
“Lachlan,” Veronica panted, fucking him
back, meeting his every stroke with her welcoming hips. “Keep
fucking me,” she pleaded. “Oh my God, don’t stop!”
He growled as he fucked her impossibly
harder and faster. He thrust inside her over and over, again and
again and again. The pressure deep inside her was intense and
pulsating. She came on a guttural moan, her nipples stabbing up to
the point of hurting. The pleasure and pain mingled, intensifying
the experience.
“You are mine,” he ground out, spearing in
and out of her cunt. “Only mine.” He kept up the ferocious pace,
taking her over and over, again and again. The bed rocked with the
force of his thrusts.
She could tell he was getting ready to come.
He continued to impale her, his face tensing and his nostrils
flaring. He fucked her once, twice, three times more before his
entire body shuddered. He came on a loud roar. He kept stroking in
and out as he came, fucking her with near violence. Once replete,
he steadily slowed his pace, eventually stopping as he collapsed on
top of her.
Releasing her hands, they held onto each
other for a long while, their breathing labored. “That was
incredible,” Veronica praised, her hands feeling all over his body
and settling on his ass. She kept rubbing him there, loving the
feel of his steely, chiseled buttocks.
“Aye, ‘twas.” He must have enjoyed her
exploring touch for he practically purred. “Now you are my wife in
truth. Dinna forget that.”
*****
Lachlan awoke on a shuddered breath,
Veronica’s mouth wrapped around his hard cock. She picked up her
pace when she realized he was awake, sucking him fast and greedily.
He groaned, his hand finding her hair and holding it back so he
could watch. ‘Twas the dead of the eve for the candles had burned
down long ago, yet his eyes had adjusted to the dark. He could see
enough to become further aroused.
“Mmmm,” she hummed around his stiff
cock, driving him mad. “Mmmm.”
“Suck on me faster,” Lachlan bade her
through gritted teeth. He used both hands to guide her, her amber
curls tangled around his fingers.
His wife sucked faster, her head bobbing up
and down, his arousal heightening by the suctioning sound
accompanying everra stroke. His breathing grew ragged as she
continued to suck, moaning and groaning around his stiff cock.
“You belong to me,” he instructed her again,
his muscles cording, his voice raw and husky. She sucked faster and
faster, harder and more determinedly, sending him o’er the edge.
“I’m coming,” he rasped, his hands still guiding her bobbing head.
“I’m coming.”
Veronica kept sucking and sucking and
sucking. Her desire to please him was palpable.
He broke on a loud groan, his muscles
tensing as he spurted his seed into her mouth. She drank of him
greedily, lapping him up, still sucking upon his shaft. By the time
she was finished, Lachlan could do naught but collapse. His
breathing ragged, he pulled Veronica up onto his chest and rested
her there.
“I hope you liked that,” she said in a husky
voice.
“Liked it? I loved it, wife.”
His answer pleased her. “I’m glad,” she
whispered against his chest.
When his breathing returned to normal,
Lachlan flipped her onto her back. He settled himself betwixt her
thighs, and, on his knees, spread them wide open with his hands. He
stared at her beautiful pussy for a pause afore burying his face in
it. Veronica gasped. He latched onto her clit with a growl and
sucked it.
“Oh my God,” she breathed out.
He sucked on her wee nub as she ground her
hips against him, shoving her pussy into his face. Her hands found
his braids. She pulled his head even closer against her hot flesh
as though she wished for him to engulf her. Lachlan sucked on her
clit harder and dinna let go. She bucked up against him, moaning
out her pleasure, her breathing heavy and nipples erect. He reached
up and ran his hands o’er them without releasing her clit.
“I’m coming,” Veronica gasped, her body
writhing. “Oh my God!”
He sucked and sucked, giving his wife no
surcease. He rubbed his callused palms o’er her sensitive nipples
again and again. She burst on a groan.
“Lachlan!”
He kept rubbing her nipples, but released
her clit when she said ‘twas too sensitive to keep sucking upon it.
Lachlan dinna mind. He raised his head from her pussy and buried
his face betwixt her breasts. He palmed them both, leisurely
sucking on one stiff nipple afore turning to the other. Her panting
told him without words she loved it. It dinna take long for him to
grow hard again. As he plunged inside her, he was thankful for his
good fortune.
He loved that she was his in everra way now.
His wife belonged to him for good.