Epilogue
Aswirl of Keegan’s tongue had Willow right on the edge of release. She clutched at the pile of her skirts that had been pushed up around her hips, her head falling back against the headboard.
“Keegan, we…”
But her words drifted away as the pleasure took hold of her. They’d been dressed and ready to make the trip to McCallum castle to seat Damon as the new Laird when Keegan had decided to throw her back against the freshly made bed and drive his head between her legs.
Complaining wasn’t what she wanted to be doing, truthfully. Her wonderful husband had an incredible way with his mouth—as well as every other appendage, for that matter—but the others were waiting on their arrival so that they could depart in the carriages.
Slipping his fingers into the work made Willow cry out, and she flew over that edge of passion, her vision going blurry.
“Keegan!”
As the release wound down, he chuckled against her skin, and Willow enjoyed a moment of thinking that might be where he ended things. But Keegan was nearly insatiable, and it took the span of only a moment for him to free himself from his breeks and crawl up her body.
“We are meant to be leavin',” Willow said breathlessly.
“Och, they will wait for the laird.” Keegan practically growled, and then his length was sheathed inside her up to the hilt.
“Ugh!” she groaned, and Willow grasped for Keegan’s shirt, pulling him to her mouth.
She could taste herself upon his lips, and the sinful delight was more than enough to get her right back up to that edge. Her husband started up a punishing rhythm, wasting no time in taking them both to the furthest heights of pleasure.
Willow hooked her leg around Keegan’s hip, using the leverage to aid his delicious advances and retreats, the delightful pound of him into her like he was claiming her for the first time all over again.
“That’s me beautiful, lass.” Keegan dropped his lips to her neck, nibbling playfully. “Och, the feel of ye wrapped around me is damned sublime.”
Grinding herself against him as he was fully seated within her, Willow tangled her fingers through Keegan’s hair, tugging lightly.
“Ye are terrible. We are late.” A moan broke free as the head of his shaft nudged against the deepest, most sensitive regions. “Yer…yer brother is to begin the…the…Ugh!”
He hit that deep spot perfectly, and Willow’s mind completely emptied aside from the euphoric bliss coursing through her veins. She yanked his hips into her, needing that sensation again—and again.
Rising up onto his hands, Keegan chuckled with proud delight. Willow met his hungry gaze as he drove into her with such force. He still stood, her hips on the edge of the bed, and the power of his thrusts in this position was nearly too much to take.
Nearly.
As it was, Willow was so very close to falling apart once more, and every part of her body ached for it.
Keegan grabbed her hips, lifting her legs higher so that he might sink even deeper, and she cried out, thankful that the others were likely already down at the main entrance.
“I adore those bonny sounds ye make, lass.” Keegan grunted, and his fingers dug into her hipbones. “Make them for me again, and I shall fill ye up, me sweetness.”
The pace picked up all the more, and Willow was utterly unable to keep herself from crying out from the ecstatic passion. It took hold of every space in her mind, and she squeezed her fingers around Keegan’s forearms as she roared ever closer to release.
“Keegan! Oh, please, please, please…”
It was a nearly unintelligible plea for the climax that sat right on the horizon, and it appeared that her husband was all too happy to aid her. He slipped in as deep as he could, circling his hips. It threw Willow over the edge, and she surged around him.
“There’s me sweet lass. Ugh, yesss…”
Hearing Keegan’s words tumble away filled Willow with a decadent joy, and she relished the way he thickened inside her before she was overcome by the warmth that flowed into her.
After a moment, they were both calm once more, Keegan sated, if only for the moment.
As she struggled to catch her breath, Willow grinned, her eyes still closed. “Ye are terrible. Though, I will admit…”
She cracked a lid, eyeing Keegan with a smirk. “That was far more pleasant than the journey to McCallum Castle is likely to be.”
Chuckling, the laird breathed hard, gradually slipping free of her. Willow whined as he did, the loss of him unwanted but necessary.
“Then I have succeeded in me plan.” He smiled, leaning over to kiss her quickly. “I’d hoped to have ye in a sunny mood, so ye complained less about the cramped carriage.”
“Och!” Willow swatted at him playfully and then pulled herself up into a seat. “Daenae go and spoil me mood now, laddie!”
The both of them were filled with silly giggles as they straightened themselves up so that they could meet Damon and Melissa to leave. It was to be a big day, and Keegan had made them late enough.
“And what has taken ye so long that ye couldnae be bothered to meet at the agreed upon time of departure?”
Keegan met Damon’s scowl with a smirk, clapping a hand down on his brother’s shoulder as Willow fought against the blush creeping up her cheeks.
“Apologies. We had lost Willow’s stockin' under the bed and had to search for it.”
Not a single person there believed that ridiculous lie, and Damon sighed as he turned away from them and headed toward the carriage waiting in the courtyard. Willow hid her smile behind her hand, glaring at Keegan as he smirked back over his shoulder at her.
“Me stockin'?” She shook her head. “That was terrible.”
Keegan only happily shrugged and then moved to assist Damon and the servants with loading the trunks to the back of the coach. When everything was secured, Damon opened the door for everyone to get inside, his stern expression worsening with each moment.
As Willow passed by him to step into the carriage, she patted him on the shoulder. “Damon, ye must calm yerself. Me people willnae look on ye favorably if ye arrive in such a dour mood. They arenae looking for another Magnus after all.”
“Och, will they now?” He raised his brows at her before shaking his head and following Willow into the coach. “Then perhaps I should wed yer sister so that they willnae have a choice in acceptin' me.”
Willow’s jaw dropped a touch at that, and she furrowed her brow, considering what she’d seen of the two of them. It was impossible to deny that there was something there, but a wedding this soon after the effects of Magnus’s attack and death seemed a bit hasty.
And Damon didn’t know Lilith as well as she did.
“Do ye truly think—”
“Come now, lass.” Keegan pulled her down to the seat next to him, wrapping an arm around her waist and settling her right against his side. “Ye mustnae let his jestin' get to ye.”
The words died on Willow’s tongue as she was warmed by Keegan’s firm body against hers. He leaned over her shoulder, kissing her neck as his siblings got settled, and of course, his efforts to take her mind off things worked flawlessly.
Even though they’d just finished an unexpected romp, Willow could feel her entire body thrum at the thought of more. It seemed that there would never come a day when she wasn’t hungry for Keegan’s touch, and she was perfectly fine with that.
The End?