A Highland Werewolf Wedding - By Terry Spear Page 0,95

neck, he slipped his hands under her breasts and gave them another gentle squeeze.

“You shouldn’t have left the bed, lass,” he said again.

She murmured a gratifying sound, not agreeing with his words, but with what he was doing to her body. Her nipples were sexy peaks, and he could smell her arousal, wet and ready for his penetration.

He kissed each buttock as she barely breathed.

He was throbbing already with pent-up need. Kissing her ear, he stroked her clit and rubbed his body against her soft globes, making her moan. She smelled and tasted and felt and sounded delicious. His fingers slid into her creamy sex, then stroked her swollen nub. Opening for him, she spread her legs, knees drawing up so he had better access.

He groaned with the need to penetrate her, to release the burning craving to have her.

He entered her folds with his hot, rigid penis and pushed hard.

“Oh, yes,” she panted, as he pulled his hips back, then plunged into her even more deeply. She moved against him, encouraging him, driving him.

His hand slid back into the thick curls covering her sex, and he stroked her bud again. He could feel her fever pitch, the rising tide nearly swallowing her whole, and then the crash as she buried her mouth against the mattress and screamed his muffled name.

He stiffened, driving into her until he felt the release coming. He jerked with the sensation, felt the shudders of her climax squeezing his cock in a pleasurable, wet, hot way, and collapsed.

He wanted to stay like this, buried inside her, pinning her to the mattress, keeping her in his bed where she belonged, not running around the inner bailey seeking a way to get to her rental car.

Tomorrow would be soon enough to learn what they could about the car.

Chapter 24

The next morning, tangled together and half asleep, the bed curtains drawn around them and hiding them from the world, Elaine cuddled against Cearnach. He was the most consummate, tender lover she’d ever had, and she was thinking that she never wanted to let go of him when a knock sounded on the bedchamber door.

Cearnach growled at the interruption of their half sleepy bliss. Elaine stroked his arm with a soothing caress. He uttered a low, “Hmm,” that was part loving her touch, part rough with need.

Guthrie said beyond the door, “Cearnach, a word with you.” He sounded gruff and concerned.

Cearnach groaned, moving out from under Elaine as she stirred. She realized then that she had captured him again in the middle of the night, her leg resting over his, locking him in place. He was hers. She loved possessing him when he thought he possessed her.

Only this time they were completely naked.

She wasn’t awake enough to fully register the worry in Guthrie’s voice. Or maybe it was that Cearnach didn’t seem to think the world was coming to an end in the way he moved, stretching his sleeping muscles and giving her a view of a hot body that was muscled, toned, and with an erection that had her taking a second look. She was ready to pull him back into bed with her.

As if he knew just what she was thinking, Cearnach winked at her, then threw on a pair of boxers and went to the door and pulled it open.

“Aye, Guthrie? What’s so wrong that you couldn’t have waited until later this morning?” He sounded like a growly Highland bear.

“Oran said that Ian wished to let you know he is having the gate opened and wanted you to be there.”

The car! How could she have forgotten all about it? Cearnach did that to her. Just the way he had worked his magic on her, bringing her to a thousand pleasures with his touch half the night.

She quickly sat up, wanting to leave the bed, get dressed, and race down to the gate. But she had no clothes near enough to the bed that she could grab. Guthrie stood on the threshold of Cearnach’s room, though he couldn’t see her for the curtains drawn around her side of the bed.

“I’ll be down at once,” Cearnach said. He sounded like he was ready for battle.

“Me, too,” Elaine called out from the curtained bed. She wasn’t going to be left out of this. “Close the door so I can get dressed.”

“Ian doesn’t want any women in the inner bailey until we ensure it’s safe for everyone.” Guthrie sounded as tactful as a man could be who was giving her