Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Her mouth drops onto my swollen cock, and when she sucks me deep into her throat again and moans around me, I grunt, and the last of my control shatters.
I groan, gripping the wheel with one hand and her hair in the other as my heavy balls draw up. My cock swells, my pulse jumps, and suddenly, I’m coming for her. I roar, and I can feel her moaning and whimpering as I pump rope after thick rope of hot, white cum across her eager tongue. She slurps at me hungrily, eagerly trying to swallow every drop even as it starts to leak and drip down her chin. And gods, I just keep coming, grunting and filling her pretty little mouth until I’m gasping for air.
I pull away, and quickly, I yank her to her feet. Panting, I growl as I bring a hand up, swiping at the drops of my cum on her lips with my thumb. She moans softly, opening her mouth and sucking my thumb inside, her eyes never leaving mine as she sucks it clean of my cum.
I groan as I kiss her hungrily, grunting into her mouth before I pull away, our eyes blazing into one another’s.
“Where in the hell did you come from,” I growl.
Ailith grins as she kisses me softly. “You tell me. You’re the one who stole me.”
I chuckle, my eyes fierce. “That I did,” I growl. “That I did.”
I glance up and realize just how close we are to the docks.
“We’re here.”
Ailith turns in my arms, her eyes wide as she takes in the castle perched on the rocky shores of Falmer Island. I wrap us both in the blankets again, taking the wheel with her pressed between me and it as I guide us to the docks.
“Welcome home, my queen,” I murmur into her ear. “Now, let’s get married.”
Chapter 8
Ailith
An hour or two later, I’m alone.
…And I very much wish I wasn’t.
Even though I protested, back here at the castle, Malcolm’s made sure I have my own quarters to get ready in.
“It’s only proper,” he said, grinning as he carried me up to the castle.
“Oh, we’re being proper now?” I’d chided back before I leaned in to whisper in his ear how I was currently naked, wrapped in a blanket, and still had the taste of his cum on my tongue.
…Malcolm made sure to slip a hand under said blanket and tease my pussy mercilessly until he left me at my quarters—wound up and aching for more.
“After,” he’d purred, kissing me slowly before taking his leave.
…After we’re married.
Because that is happening, and soon. This very night, actually. We were hardly off the stolen boat before Malcolm made his plans known to his waiting staff and guards.
So now here I am, freshly bathed and alone as I start to slip into the gorgeous white gown one of his ladies in waiting has laid out for me. My body burns for him, and my heart aches for more, and every part of me knows that even if this is rash, and possibly crazy, it’s exactly what I want.
He’s exactly what I want, and no matter what the consequences are, we’re to be married, tonight. I know it’s crazy, but then, maybe I want crazy. Whatever it is, there’s something magnetic to him that draws me, and it’s impossible to say no.
…And tonight, I most certainly won’t be saying no.
I shiver.
Tonight, when I become his bride.
…Tonight, when he claims every part of me, and makes me his everything.
Heat pools between my legs, and I can feel my pulse racing when suddenly, there’s a knock at the chamber doors. I startle, gasping as I whirl. I steady myself, taking a breath before I finish lacing my gown and move towards it.
“Yes?”
I swing the door wide, and suddenly, my jaw drops.
“Did you honestly think you could get married without us helping?!”
I gasp as Catriona brushes past me into the room, followed closely by Una and Rhona—all three of my friends tumbling right in and making my jaw drop.
“Where on earth did you come from?!” I gasp, whirling, my eyes wide as I stare at them like they’re merely illusions.
Una giggles, and the three of them crowd close, throwing their arms around me and hugging me tightly.
“How did you get here? How did you know?!” The questions tumble out of my lips, and my friends just laugh.
Una smirks.
“When Hamish saw Malcolm taking the boat, he knew exactly where he was going with you. We rode through the night to get here and just got ferried over from the mainland.”
I beam at them, joy brimming through me as I take them all in.
“I’m so glad you’re here!”
Cat arches a brow. “Did Malcolm… you know.”
I blink. “What?”
She clears her throat. “You know… force himself on you?”
Una and I share a look as I roll my eyes. Una snorts.