Isla took his hand and linked his fingers with hers. “All will be well. You are under my protection now.”
Alastair’s eyes burned, even as his lips twitched. “Is that so, lady?”
“Aye. Callum is, too. Woe betide anyone who threatens my men.”
“I love you,” he said rawly. “I have loved Callum my whole life. To have one great love is a blessing beyond all…but two? A family of my own? I cannot think to deserve such happiness.”
Callum stilled and tilted his head. “You spoke of a blood clan, which makes me think you do not feel that you truly belong with the MacIntyres. Is that because of your name? Do you wish to be known as a Graham, or nay?”
He blinked. “Graham might be my surname, but I do not hold any great attachment to it. Not after what they did.”
“Then formally pledge yourself to me. Pledge yourself to the MacIntyres and become one in name as well as deed. Be the husband of our hearts. Isla and I need you, Alastair. Our happiness cannot be complete without our master.”
Alastair’s eyes burned again, but this time the mist turned into tears that trickled down his cheeks. “That…that sounds like forever.”
“It is,” said Callum seriously. “If that is what you wish.”
“Aye. More than anything.”
Isla and Callum wrapped their arms around him and they stood in that cool, silent room as three people in love. Then Isla peered up at him, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
“Now you’ve said, it is time to show. Take me to bed, my MacIntyre men.”
Fierce lust surged through him. Aye, this night he would bed the husband and wife of his heart most thoroughly. It was his sacred duty, after all. To love and cherish them for as long as they all should live.
Alastair took Isla’s hand, and Callum’s, gently leading them forward. “To the bedchamber, then.”
It was her wedding night.
As Callum lit candles in the bedchamber, Isla stared at the bed in front of her in consternation. While being conquered rested easily on her shoulders, tonight added the uncertainty of something altogether new: it would not just be penetration with fingers or tongues, but those huge cocks inside her. At the same time.
And she was a wife now. Would that change anything? Would the lusty play she so enjoyed, the blunt talk, the submission, the unashamed nakedness, the worship of their bodies, the pleasure for pleasure’s sake…halt now if the purpose was the creation of children?
“I can almost see your mind turning, Isla,” said Alastair, resting his hands on her shoulders and massaging them until she relaxed with a sigh. “What troubles you?”
“My future as a wife,” she said slowly. “If it will be as I hope.”
Callum took her hand and squeezed it. “It shall be how you desire, Isla. We are all new students in the school of marriage. I know there’ll be much to learn and things we’ll do wrong. But if we talk to each other with truth, open hearts, and kindness, then we shall overcome any obstacle.”
Isla smiled. “You hold such wisdom, and Alastair is a rock of strength. I was afraid of marriage, because I never thought, not even for a moment, that a man would understand me. That he would welcome my unconventional nature. And now I have not one but two men who accept me for who I am. Do you know how rare and precious that is? I love you both with my whole heart. Yet I do have a concern. I wish to be Isla the wife, and one day a mother. But I do not want to stop being Isla the lover and friend and protector. Isla the swordfighter. And I know…I know the clergy and court have certain thoughts on this. About a woman’s place…”
Alastair snorted. “The clergy and court have certain thoughts about many things. Including that it is immoral and shameful for two men to love each other with hearts and bodies. We don’t believe that, nor do we seek to change you or suppress your spirit. In bed, you submit, for it gives you great pleasure to do so. However, you are always free to make your desires plain, or to decline an act.”
“My weavers will make you hose and shirt to fit,” added Callum. “And if you wish to practice swordplay every day; to train my clan and be the warrior Lady of Glennoe, then it shall be so. None of us are conventional people, and that alongside love, will be our great strength.”
“Then I am most content,” said Isla, beaming at them both. “And now I wish very much to be bedded by my husbands.”
Callum and Alastair exchanged a wicked grin. Then slowly, far too slowly, they began to undress her. Girdle. Gown. Kirtle. Shift. Stockings. All the while they caressed her, stroking her shoulders and belly and inner thighs until she thought she might scream with want. At last, they guided her over to the biggest bed and settled her in the center, before removing their own clothes.
To provoke them, Isla pinched her own nipples before licking a fingertip and sliding it down between her legs to tease her pearl. Retribution was swift; Callum secured her hands above her head, and Alastair gave her cunt a sharp smack.
Isla quivered in delight. How wonderful it was to have lovers who knew exactly what made her wet and needy…and provided it.
“You see, Alastair?” said Callum, circling her nipple with his fingertip. “We have a very wicked wife. A wild Highland lass, indeed.”
“Aye,” said their squire, as he leaned down to kiss her. “She’ll need pleasuring often. And discipline. ’Tis the only way.”
“Bed me now,” Isla demanded, moaning when she received another smack. “Please…”
Alastair trailed his fingers over her breasts, down her belly, until he could thread them in the crisp dark hair between her legs. Isla parted her thighs wide and lifted her hips so her mound rubbed against him. But her devilish beast would not permit that, and his fingers retreated to caress her hip instead.
“Noooooo,” she wailed.
Callum kissed her neck and stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, making her gasp. “The scent of you,” he whispered. “It makes my cock so hard.”
“Then fuck your lady wife,” Isla whispered back. “She needs it.”
“Greedy lass,” he replied, gently pushing a single finger inside her wet sheath and moving it in and out until she writhed on the bed. Then Alastair added a finger as well, and Isla’s whole body arched as she cried out in sweet release.
She hoped to be taken, but her husbands continued to torment her with their fingers; Callum pushed a second inside her, while Alastair painted her swollen pearl with her own honey, before leaning down to suck it off. Soon she bucked, soaring to the stars as pleasure shook her to the core.
“Fuck me,” Isla begged, when she eventually regained her senses. “Please.”
Alastair nodded. “Callum, lie on your back. Isla, get on your hands and knees and take his cock into your mouth. I’ll prepare your cunt and arse with some oil. We shall do this very, very slowly.”
Prowling up her laird’s body like a cat, Isla kissed him, flicking his lips with her tongue until he sucked it into his mouth. Then she slithered down, took his cock in her hand, and lapped at the damp head.
Callum groaned. “Yes.”
Soon it was her groaning around Callum’s cock, as Alastair worked two oil-slick fingers into her cunt, and two into her arse. Even with her wetness and the oil the stretch still burned, but it promised such ecstasy she pushed back against Alastair, trying to force him deeper inside her.