I swallow, cup her chin in my hand and make her hold my eyes. “I need to mark you.” Now that I’ve said it, firm conviction fills me and my voice is louder, more confident. “So that when I go in there with you, they know exactly who you belong to.”
She blinks but doesn’t speak for a moment, then whispers a breathy, “Alright, then. Let’s do it.”
I grin at her. “Let’s do it? Really? You don’t even know what ‘it’ is.”
“It doesn’t matter, does it?” she says. “Because I trust you.”
I hold her hand and squeeze her to me. “Fiona, I won’t ever make you regret that. I fucking promise.”
She nods and smiles at me. “So, um. How will you… mark me?”
The thought of the multitude of ways I have to mark her makes my dick tighten beneath her arse, and my mind goes crazy with the thought of everything I could do. My ink along her neck, her arse welted and striped with my belt, my come on her thighs.
Marked.
Owned.
“We’ll start here,” I say. I tip her head to the side and bend my mouth to her neck, suckling the tender skin. She moans and braces herself on the loveseat. I cup her breast while I suckle her skin. I run my thumb along her hardened nipple and her breath catches in her throat. I suckle until I know I’ve left a mark that they’ll see clear as day. She’ll wear an up-do tonight.
Next, I bring my mouth to the top of her breast and do the same, sucking the sweet, gentle skin into my mouth until she arches into me and I leave a bright red mark there as well. When I’m finished, she’s panting, and the scent of her sweet arousal permeates the room.
I thumb between her legs, straight down at the apex of her thighs, over the fabric of her jeans. She moans and gyrates her hips, eager for more.
“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear. “Are you needy for me again, lass?”
“Oh aye,” she moans.
“Tell me, Fiona,” I say. I need to know. I have to know. “Have you ever been with a man?”
I can barely bring myself to ask her. If she has, I will hunt him down and kill him. He will die a slow and painful death, and I won’t regret a fucking thing.
“Of course not,” she says. “How could I without your knowledge? I’d be mad. You may have taken ages to claim me, Lachlan, but I certainly never loved anyone else.”
As soon as she says this, she flushes pink and bites her lip, but it’s all I need to hear. Within seconds, I’ve got her on her back, her top is pushed up to reveal her full breasts, and she’s pulling down her knickers.
“Wait,” I tell her. “Goddamn it, woman, I’m not prepared for any of this. Let’s ease into this.”
“Ease into it? Are you out of your mind, Lachlan? We’ve been easing into this for five fucking years.”
I slap her thigh and she moans and wriggles.
“What on earth are you afraid of?” she challenges me.
Until she phrases it just that way, I didn’t think I was afraid of anything.
“And anyway,” she continues. “You said you have to mark me. Why don’t you do a right good job of it, then?”
She reaches for my jeans and her fingers fumble on the button.
“Fiona,” I groan, the protest weak even to my own ears. “What the hell are you—bloody hell.”
She’s unzipped my trousers and removed my thick, pulsing cock. She eyes me hungrily and fairly licks her lips, which drives me fucking mad. “You don’t have to fuck me, then, Lachlan, though I daresay I’m ready for that. But there are loads of things we can do in the meantime, can’t we?”
“How do you know?” I ask, giving her what I hope is a stern look but failing miserably by the way she laughs. She slides off my lap and kneels in front of me on the floor.
“Because, Lachlan,” she says, holding my gaze. “I’m a woman, not a girl.” And before I can stop her, she runs the tip of her tongue along the head of my cock. If I had any self-control, it’s vanished into the ether. Can’t stop her now if I tried. I brace myself on the loveseat while she kneels in front of me and sucks me fully between her lips.
I’m cursing in guttural Gaelic, unable to stop myself, unable to stop her. Her eyes hold mine, so eager to please, I groan. She takes her mouth off my cock just long enough to give me a sidelong glance.
“And just so you know,” she says. “I’ve never done this before. But I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time. So you could say I’ve… researched. The internet’s a wonderful resource.”
“You’re bloody brilliant,” I tell her hoarsely. “Top of the class,” I groan. “A plus.”
She grins around my cock, cups my bollox in her hands, and rolls them while she suckles. I close my eyes and lose myself to her sweet mouth. I haven’t come in so fucking long I can’t even remember when the occasion was. And though I’m no virgin, I’ve never had a woman suck me off like this.
Like she wants to. Like she’s been granted the most amazing gift she could imagine.
Like I’ve just given her a goddamn lollipop.
“Good girl,” I whisper, running my fingers through her hair. “That’s so fucking good, love.”
She massages my thighs with her hands while she sucks, her head bobbing and her tongue performing fucking magic, until I know I’m going to come.
“Fiona,” I warn her. “I’m going to come, lass. Enough.”
She shakes her head and continues to blow me. I reach for a fistful of her hair and give her a firm tug. “You may be pleasing me, lass, but I’m the one in charge here. Enough.”
She narrows her eyes at me and continues. I feel my climax building, but with effort, I pull away.
Though the image of coming down her throat has me ready to fucking blow, I won’t do that to her. I can’t. I won’t defile her.
Jesus, not yet.
I won’t lie and say I don’t want to.
I take my cock and fist it in one hand while I fist her hair in the other. She slides her hand down between her legs.
“No touching. You’ll be punished for not obeying me. Bad girls don’t get to come.”
Her mouth parts and she’s grinning around a gasp when I come all over her pretty tits, her shoulders, her body. I groan as I come until every drop has marked her.
That would be the right way to bring her into the meeting tonight.
“You stay right there.” I leave her on the loveseat and grab a washcloth. I wipe her off and look at her, her lust-filled eyes on mine in wonder.
“You are in so much fucking trouble.”
Chapter 11
Fiona
Four years earlier
I arrive home after a night with friends. We went to the cinema and saw a scary movie, which I hate. They terrify me, and I can’t sleep afterward. I suppose when you’ve had your own real-life horrors to face, it isn’t always fun facing fictional ones.
My guard’s a distance behind me, and I’m almost home, when I hear voices and a scuffle. I pause, listening. I hear Tiernan’s voice at first, clear as day, but then I freeze when I hear the second voice. I know that deep, husky tone, tinged with laughter but laced with authority. I can’t distinguish the words that they’re saying, but I know they’re behind the little house.