Wed To The Warrior (Kilts & Kisses 3)

Callum growls—the kind of growl that makes me both terrified and horribly, scandalously, sinfully wet.

“That’s three times,” he hisses, his eyes blazing. “I’m a patient man but strike me again and there will be consequences.”

I smile thinly at him, my lip curling petulantly.

“Consequences?”

Fire burns in his eyes, making my pulse jump.

“Lessons to be taught,” he growls.

I swallow, shivering under that heated gaze. And I know I’m pushing it, but I just can’t stop myself.

…I slap him. Again.

Callum’s eyes spark raw fire as his jaw clenches. His hands stay right where they are on my waist though as his jaw grinds and his gaze burns a smoking hole right through me.

And then, I do it again. And this time, he moves.

…God, he moves like lightning.

I gasp, shrieking as he grabs me and lifts me like I weigh nothing at all. His big, powerful arms pull me up and throw me over his shoulder, and suddenly, he’s marching up the tower stairs two at a time.

“Put me down!”

But Callum ignores me, his big hands tightening on me in a way that sends my pulse racing and my skin tingling, even if I know how wrong this is. He marches up all four flights of stairs in what feels like seconds, and when he storms into the room at the very top that contains a tub, a chair by the fireplace, and a bed, my heart skips a beat.

Oh God.

Callum marches right for the bed, and my heart leaps into my throat.

“Wait! My lord—”

“I warned you, little princes,” he growls as he stops at the foot of the bed, holding me tight over his muscled shoulder. He whirls and sits, and when he slings me across his lap, my ass thrust lewdly in the air as the blood rushes to my face, I whimper. His hand comes to rest on the curve of my backside, and I tremble.

“And now, it’s time to teach my pretty little bride-to-be how to keep her hands civil.”

Chapter 4

Callum

I’m so hard it almost hurts. My pulse roars in my ears, and when the blood rushes to my cock, it swells to steel beneath my kilt, tenting it obscenely and bulging against her soft stomach. Catriona writhes across my knees, twisting and panting like she’s struggling to break free. Except, we both know it’s an act. If she were actually trying to break free of me, she would. I’m much bigger than her, but just the same, if her protests had any real teeth to them, we’d both know it, and this little dance would be over.

…Except, I know damn well she’s not really trying to pull away from me. Not with the way her face flushes, or how her lip catches in her teeth like she’s trying to stop herself from moaning at my rough touch. Trying, and failing, I might add. Because when my heavy hand comes down to rest at the small of her back and then teases down over the soft curve of her ass, my feisty, fiery little princess barely contains the moan that tumbles from her pouty lips.

And this isn’t even about “teaching her a lesson” or anything like that.

…This is about putting my hands on what’s mine.

My hand drifts across her ass, drifting in lazy circles over her as she writhes against me. I groan, my cock throbbing against her, my balls swelling full of cum for her—the need to claim her burning through me like wildfire. My hand drifts lower, down over the backs of her thighs, and when she whimpers loudly, I grin.

I grab a fistful of her dress at the back, and when I start to tug it up, Catriona gasps.

“My lord!”

But I just keep tugging that dress up, exposing more and more of her soft, delicate, bare legs to my hungry gaze. I notice she isn’t struggling anymore. In fact, I can feel her breath coming fast and deep, her body trembling against me. Her arms are half tucked under her, gripping my kilt tightly, and as I start to pull her dress all the way up over her sweet little ass, she only gropes me tighter and gasps so sweetly.

I feel her legs squeeze tight together, and I groan as my cock lurches against her.

She’s wearing a semi-sheer white under-skirt, and it’s there that my eyes lock as I finish tugging her dress up to her hips. She writhes once more, this time pushing back, that sweet, soft, tempting little ass thrusting up in the air.

Like she’s tempting me. Daring me to take what I’ve come to claim.

I pull back, and with a sharp drop, my hand smacks down across her ass through her thin little under-skirt. Catriona gasps sharply, but there’s a hungry whimper in that cry that has me groaning audibly as my cock pulses and aches against her. My hand comes down again, my body tightening and my thick cock throbbing as her soft little ass ripples under that gauzy white under-skirt.