Wed To The Warrior (Kilts & Kisses 3)

“Your father is the one who told me to find you here, Cat,” he says evenly, as he moves towards me. “He’s quite keen on us marrying, actually. Though…”

Callum growls as he leans in, his lips brushing my ear and making me gasp.

“Though not so keen on what we just did, I’d assume.”

Heat flushes through my face, and when Callum’s lips brush the soft skin of my neck, I whimper softly.

“Catriona! Where are you!?” Darcy’s shrill, hawkish voice slices through the stillness of the room, and I flush as I push away from Callum and run for the door.

“We should—”

I gasp as his strong hand catches my wrist tugging me back and spinning me into him. I gasp at the hungry, fierce look in his eyes, and when he slams me back against the door to the stairs, I don’t even stop to think about what a bad idea this is as he kisses me wildly. I moan into him, clutching at him tightly. His big hands slide down to my waist, pinning me to the door and making me whimper at the power in those arms of his. His thick cock tents the front of his kilt, and as he moves into me, I moan as I feel him grind that thickness against me.

“Lift your dress, beautiful.”

A whimper falls from my lips, my eyes darting wildly to his.

“But—”

“But what?” he purrs, a teasing smile curling the corners of his lips.

“They’re…” I blush. “They’re all right downstairs!”

He leans close, his lips brushing mine and the intoxicating, masculine scent of him invading my senses.

“Then I guess you’d better do what I say quickly, shouldn’t you.”

I moan, heat throbbing between my legs.

“Lift you dress, Cat. I want to see that pretty little pussy once more before you have to hide it away from me.”

I blush fiercely, but slowly, as my eyes lock on his, I bite my lip and nod. My skin tingles with wicked desire as I drop my hands to my dress, and slowly start to tug it up, until it’s bunched around my waist. Callum growls, and one of his hands slides down from my waist, teasing down my belly to hook a finger into my underskirt. He tugs at it, peeling it lower, and lower, and lower, until with a whimpered moan, I know he can see all of me.

He pulls it lower, his fingers teasing over the honeyed blonde hair on my mound, lower until his knuckles brush over my swollen and wet pussy. He shoves the underskirt lower still until it’s out of the way, and when his fingers slip between my thighs and stroke through my lips, I moan as I clutch at his arm.

“Callum, we can’t—”

“Better come quick then, little princess,” he purrs lowly into my ear. His fingers stroke me, curling as they run up and down my slit before rolling over my clit and making me cry out.

His other hand drops to is kilt, and when he yanks it open and tugs his thick, swollen cock free, I moan deeply. His big hand curls around it, and when he moves closer and starts to stroke it, he lets his bulging head press against my skin. He growls, pushing his cock lower, letting the head tease down the crease of my hip until he’s stroking his cock right against my cunt as he teases my clit. He rubs me faster, making me cry out as quietly as I can, all while he strokes his huge cock against me, driving me wild.

I can’t hold back anymore, and I lean up, crushing my mouth to his and kissing him deeply as I cry out into his mouth. My hand moves over his, curling my small fingers around his cock as well and stroking him alongside his own hand. Callum growls into my lips, and as the both of us start to moan deeper, and louder, and as our bodies begin to grind together, I know we’re both on our way to something wonderful.

“Catriona!!”

I barely here Darcy’s shrill voice, but the urgency it brings with it sets me ablaze, pushing me headlong towards that cliff’s edge. Callum groans into my mouth, and when I feel his thick cock swell up even bigger and harder in my hand and against my pussy lips, I start to lose control.

“Callum—!”

“Better come quickly for me, beautiful,” he groans into my lips. “Better make this tight little cunt come for me before someone catches you with your dress around your waist and your underskirt around your knees.”

I moan, trembling, panting, and quickly tumbling towards that edge.

“Make me come, little princess. Make me come all over your little pussy. Let me mark you as mine. I want you to feel me on you when we go down there. I want you to feel my claim sticky on your skin—a dirty little reminder of how mine you are.”