Una cries out, shuddering hard as the climax ignites through her body. Her little cunt clamps down on me, rippling up and down my length and smashing the last of my control. I roar, pushing as deep in her as I can before I let go. My balls throb, my hot cum pouring into her, spraying against her womb and filling her with my seed. I choke, gripping her tight as I just keep coming, emptying every single drop of cum into her before we half collapse on the bed, panting.
I kiss her slow and deep, holding myself deep inside her before I pull away and glance down. I pull my cock from her swollen, pink cunt, and I growl animalistically at the sight of my thick white cum dripping lewdly from her freshly fucked pussy.
“You know what I think?” I groan softly, moving against her as I lean in and kiss her softly.
“What’s that?” She whispers, twisting in my arms to face me as she wraps a leg around my hip.
“I think we ought to do that again. Right now.”
We do it again twice more, before we take a break for food, drink, and bath. We make another mess of my bed with the wine and the lunch, and then it’s straight to my private bathing quarters to wash her clean.
…Followed by my making her come once again with my mouth and then again as she rides my cock in the bath, until she’s messy with me all over again.
We don’t leave my—our—chambers once the entire day. A few brave souls come to knock and question whether we’ll be joining in the post-wedding activities and celebrations, but we both decline. Let them celebrate without us. The only celebration I want, is right here in my bed, with her.
It’s dark when the blaring sound of the warning horn from my guards on the castle walls have me jumping from the bed.
“Hamish?!”
I turn, my eyes meeting her worried ones.
“It’s going to be okay, love,” I growl, my eyes hardening. “Stay in bed, and—”
“My lord!” There’s a thundering knock at my chamber doors, and I whirl, snarling.
“My Lord Ballentyne!!”
I storm across the room to the door before turning to Una. One nod, and she gets me, pulling the blankets up high before I turn, still naked, and yank the door open.
“What in the seven hells is going on out there!”
The guard’s eyes go wide—first at my nakedness, and then even wider as he glances past me at the bed.
“Eyes,” I hiss furiously, tearing his eyes back to me with fear clouding them as he goes white.
“Eyes here,” I snarl.
The man trembles, nodding quickly.
“Now what in the hell—”
“Marauders, my lord.”
My heart stops for a moment, something cold slicing through me.
“What.”
“Danes, Lord Ballentyne. Vikings.”
I can hear Una gasp sharply behind me, and my jaw grinds tight as I level my eyes at the guard.
“Tor Odinson?”
He swallows, paling even just hearing the name as he nods.
Gods help us.
Dungow hasn’t fallen once in centuries. But then, Dungow hasn’t ever been attacked by the man who can even give me pause to think about my own mortality.
Tor is a man from legend. A demon. A devil walking the Earth leaving a trail of destruction. And now, on the night after I’ve wed the only goodness I’ve ever known in this world, he’s come here.
My heart steels itself, my anger boiling inside as the fear melts away into something fiercer.
Let him come. These walls haven’t ever been breached, and I’ll be damned if they do tonight.
“Prepare the castle,” I growl savagely.
“My lord…”
The man swallows, eyes wide.
“What is it.”
He blinks, steeling his nerve.
“He’s had spies, my lord. Agents, if you will.”
My eyes narrow. “And?”
“Agents who arrived with forged invitation to your—”
“Fucking hell,” I swear under my breath, my mind reeling as what he’s saying sinks in.
“My lord—”
“They’re already inside.”
He nods as I finish for him, and my jaw clenches.
“Prepare the men,” I snarl.
“But my lord—”
“Now!” I roar, sending him jumping away before I turn back, my eyes locking on my love.
No foe has ever taken Dungow. And that was before I had something as precious as Una inside these walls. And now that I’ve got her?
My body tenses, fire blazing through my heart.
It’s time to send Tor Odinson back to hell, because no man, demon, or devil is going to lay a hand on my queen.
Chapter 11
Hamish
Keep her safe.
It’s my only thought as I charge through the castle, my longsword heavy and glistening in my hand. Though I’ve been home from war for a while now, my senses are just as honed. My readiness for battle is just as sharp and just as vicious. And with the threat of harm to Una thrown into the whole thing?
…Well, woe to any of the invaders that cross my path right now.
There’s no time for armor, but I’m yanking on my riding leathers as I rush down from my tower towards the sounds of battle. I’ve sent the guard who came to wake me back down ahead of me, but not before he filled me in on Tor’s plot to take Dungow from the inside. Apparently, a few of them came in disguised as the cooking staff, or as stable boys of visiting guests for the wedding.