Chapter 14 #2
She was happy here with him. Maybe if she showed her father that he had nothing to worry about, he could let go of this ridiculous notion that Freya would destroy the alliance.
“I need to prepare a room for him and his guards. Perhaps the East wing?” On the opposite side of the keep from Freya just to be safe.
“Ye are the mistress of the keep. If that is where ye want to put yer father, ’tis fine with me.” With a stretch of his long and muscular torso, Lachlan lay down next to her. “Sloane, ye doona need to impress yer father. He has no power over ye here.”
Realizing that he knew what she was doing, she flushed. Sometimes he understood so much about her without her ever needing to say anything. “’Tis not just about impressing him or about showing him that I am happy, I want him to see that I am capable.”
“Ye are capable, Sloane, and that doesna change because of the opinion of yer father. Remember that.”
How could she explain that all she wanted was her father’s love and approval? Lachlan had the support of his parents. He had family and friends. There was an abundance of love in his home. She wanted to see just a taste of that from her own kin.
“Sloane,” he growled as he moved the shift up her body.
Since he’d been helping her dress and undress the last couple of days, she moved automatically so he could slip the shift off her head. It wasn’t until the cool air hit her body that she realized what he was doing. She scowled at him and found him doing the same to her.
“I will have ye listen to me.”
With his naked body pressing up against hers, she almost forgot why she’d slipped out of his embrace to begin with. Placing her hands on his chest, she felt the strength of his heartbeat and her fears eased just a little.
“But ye are not listening to me.”
“I will not have ye working yerself to the bone while he is here, especially while ye are still healing. He may be yer father, but I am yer husband. I willna have him worrying ye while he is here.”
There was a strange fire in his eyes. This was not just about her injury. “Lachlan, what is this about?”
“’Tis about yer loyalties, Sloane. They are to me and to our clan.”
Both aroused and nervous at the heat in his words, she sucked in her lower lip. “I belong to ye, Lachlan. Ye have naught to worry about.”
“Good.” Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he lowered his head and kissed her slowly and deeply. “I want yer father to see how ye have flourished here and ye do that by showing him that ye are mine now.”
His. The thought made her heart flutter and she slid her hands up to clasp them around his neck. “I am yers.”
“My sweet. Ye have no idea how tempting ye are,” he sighed as he kissed her again. “Stay in bed this morning. Just one more morning to give me peace of mind.”
A wicked idea formed in her head and she shifted until her legs were around him. Her wound didn’t even pinch as she moved. “Perhaps ye should give me a reason to stay in bed.”
“I cannae. Ye are still healing.” Even as he protested, she felt the stirring of his erection. How many times had she woken up in the middle of the night and felt his manhood pressing against her and wishing that it was inside of her again?
She would have Lachlan this morning.
Determined, she clamped her legs around him and lifted her hips so she could press against him. He groaned and closed his eyes. “I need ye inside of me Lachlan. Give me a reason to stay in bed and I willna rise until noon.”
“’Tis blackmail, wife,” he hissed but he lowered his head and kissed her with such abandon that she knew that she had won. “We must take it slow.”
A thrill snuck up her spine as she imagined him taking it slow. “I think I will like that.”
“Aye. I know ye will. Slow until ye are begging for yer release.”
“Oh.” She breathed as he slowly slipped inside of her. The sweet pleasure of having him inside of her stripped her of everything but the need for him.
A need that he happily supplied.
Groaning, he withdrew and slowly pushed inside of her again until she was trembling around him. Torture. The man was torturing her.
“Sloane.” Lachlan pressed his forehead to hers as he moved harder and deeper. “Och, lass, do ye have any idea what ye do to me? How ye feel around me? Hot, supple, wife, ye are my undoing.”
Pleasure knotted in her belly from both the words and his hard length as it moved against her and inside her. “More, Lachlan,” she begged. “More. Please.”
“Are ye begging me, wife?”
“Aye. More. More. More. Lachlan!” Her voice reached a feverish pitch when he paused to tease her further.
With a low chuckle, he captured her mouth in an urgent kiss and matched the strokes of his erection with his tongue. She whimpered against his mouth as the pleasure became almost unbearable. If she didn’t find her release soon, she feared that she would catch fire right there in his arms.
Incoherently, she cried against his mouth begging for him until the pleasure exploded inside of her and she shivered. As Sloane clamped around him, she shuddered and Lachlan buried himself deep inside of her. With a long and haggard moan, he spilled himself inside her.
Mumbling, he held her tight and collapsed on top of her before he muttered an oath under his breath and rolled off her. “Are ye hurt?” he finally asked although he made no attempt to untangle them. “I didna mean to be so rough.”
“Rough? I thought I would die if ye continued to torture me.”
“Wench,” he groaned as he slid his hands down to her thighs. “When ye are fully healed, I intend to make up for lost time. Ye cannae imagine all the ways I have dreamt of taking ye. All the places.”
Places? The thought was appealing. Sated and glowing in both her victory and her orgasm, Sloane snuggled into his arms. “I will keep my promise and stay this morning, but ye may have to stay with me and ensure that I doona get bored.”
“Bored? Wife, are ye not satisfied?”
“Aye. Verra satisfied, but I may need to be satisfied again. At the verra least, ye may have to keep an eye on me.”
“Vixen,” he muttered, but he closed his eyes. “I had planned to train with my men this morning, but I suppose they can train on their own.”
A morning in bed with her husband. It was enough to keep her fears of her father’s visit at bay just a little bit longer.