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slapped against perspiration soaked skin. The unmistakable scent of arousal permeated the air. He growled as he fucked her, impaling her over and over, again and again. Her breathing grew more labored as she neared completion.
“Angus—I—Oh my God.”
Octavia came hard, her head lulling back as a strong orgasm rippled through her. He relentlessly impaled her pussy over and over and over, again and again and again. He plunged in and out of her tight flesh, once, twice, three times more.
“Octavia.”
Angus’ face flushed and every muscle in his body tensed as he groaned out his orgasm. He kept fucking her as he came, hot cum spurting inside her, as he rode out the euphoria her body provided him.
When it was over, when every tremor had subsided, he rolled off his wife and bodily took her with him. He held her close, murmuring to her over and again that she was to never leave him. Octavia whispered her promise again as her left hand stroked his chest. They fell asleep entwined, their bodies and souls merged as one.
Angus awoke a couple of hours later, rock hard, to the feel of his wife sucking his cock. He ran one hand through her long mane of golden brown hair and grabbed a fistful of the soft, curly stuff. He held it up and out of his line of vision so he could watch himself being deep-throated.
“Dinna stop,” he said thickly, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Your mouth feels so good.”
As fortune would have it, Octavia had no intention of stopping until he found his completion. He moaned as she fucked him with her mouth, lips, and throat, the suckling sounds she emitted a heady aphrodisiac.
His breathing hitched as she sucked him harder, her head bobbing up and down with the effort. He wanted the exquisite torture to continue forever, but knew he was about to come. She sucked his cock harder and faster, deeper and deeper, over and over, again and again…
Angus came on a roar of completion, his hot cum spurting into her mouth. She drank every drop, wasting not even a wee bit, turning him on impossibly more. When Octavia was finished and she released his cock with a popping sound from between her lips, Angus nudged her onto her back and returned the favor.
‘Twas not a hardship. His wife tasted of honey and destiny.
Chapter Twelve
It might have been the first time a woman had ever set foot in the Karrik’s warring chamber, but she could damn well guarantee the laird it wouldn’t be the last. Octavia was good and riled and, fuck it all, she wanted some answers. Angus, James, Colban, Niall, Dr. Kincaid, Alastair, Finlay, and Oliver all sat around the planning table carrying the look of thoroughly scolded boys. Good. Octavia continued to pace a slow circle around them, her hands clasped behind her back, as she lectured them severely.
“Do you know who the biggest sinner amongst you is?” When nobody offered themselves up, Octavia’s eyes narrowed. “Raise your hand if you know who the biggest sinner here is!”
Colban’s hand shot up. “’Tis not me for I told the laird you ken what you’re aboot.” At her look of approval, he offered, “So my guess is my laird. Sorry aboot that, Angus.”
Angus frowned. “Dunce.”
“Angus is a great guess, but he’s only the second biggest sinner.”
“Thank you,” said sinner grunted. “I think.”
“The answer is Sir James,” Octavia ground out. “Henceforth known to me as Sir Judas.”
“Octavia, come on!” This from James.
She held up a hand. “Everyone else here pledged their fealty to Angus, but you, sir, are pledged to me!”
James threw a hand toward Dr. Kincaid and jabbed a finger at him. “The doctor told me my fealty now has to be to the laird. Well, to you too, but to Angus above all. He said that’s how it works in the fourteenth century.”
She came to a halt behind James, unclasped her hands, and clapped them on the table at either side of him. “We’re not from the fourteenth century!” she hissed. “We’re from the twenty-first century. A point in time, I might add, I’d like to kick your ass into!”
“Come on!” he whined. “I’m just trying to fit in here too!”
“Fit in? What are you, twelve? Trying to be the cool kid?”
“Maybe,” he sniffed.
“Milady,” Niall offered, “As much as I dinna wish to feel your wrath, Doctor has the way of it. A mon is pledged to his laird above all others.”
Octavia glared at him. She had the look of a