Page 36 of The Chief's Wild Promise
“Can I taste ye?”
Makenna gasped at his question, heat flooding through her loins. “Oh … aye.”
Murmuring another oath, he sank his fingers deep inside her before leaning in and covering the flesh above them with his mouth. His tongue started to gently flick, and she cried out.
She couldn’t help it. This felt too good. And then, her embarrassment dissolved, her restraint falling away. Finally, she let herself give in. Lifting her hips off the mattress, she pushed against his mouth and fingers, urging him to continue. “Higher,” she panted. “And bend yer fingers a little.”
And he did as bid—gaining confidence now as he slid his fingers in and out and curled them up each time they sank in her. Meanwhile, his mouth devoured the pearl of flesh he’d found.
Makenna watched him, excitement clenching in her gut. Sweat slicked both their bodies. She couldn’t believe Bran wanted to do such things to her. But he did, and as the moments slid by, she was gradually losing control. Her body trembled now, her loins throbbing. “Oh, God,” she gasped. “Bran!”
“Aye?” he growled against her.
“I can hardly bear it!”
“Do ye want me to stop?”
“No!” Her cry echoed through the bedchamber.
He laughed, his breath feathering against her quim. “Well … in that case.” He redoubled his efforts then, sucking the aching bud nestled between her thighs as he thrust his fingers into her now. Like her, he’d left nervousness and embarrassment behind and let himself revel in this.
That did it. Pleasure broke, taking her over the edge in a giddy rush.She shuddered, letting out a squeal that would have embarrassed her in other circumstances. However, right now, she was too busy writhing against him as he continued to eagerly work her, drawing out the rippling, pulsing waves of ecstasy until she collapsed onto the bed, panting.
16: A BLADE-TONGUED HELLCAT
BRAN PUSHED HIMSELF to his feet, surprised to find his limbs shaking. His prick ached, and his bollocks throbbed cruelly, but he didn’t care.
Pleasuring Makenna so intimately had been the most exciting experience of his life, as had watching her unravel. She’d enjoyed everything he’d done to her—had directed him where needed—and had been desperate for his touch by the end.
Over the years, he’d heard other men talk about bedding women, but most of the time, it was just boasting and lewd gestures. He’d never learned anything useful. But Makenna had shown him what she wanted, and how she liked to be touched. Her confidence impressed him. He’d never experienced anything so intoxicating.
Still breathing hard, his wife lay there, spread out on the bed, her face flushed, her soft pale skin gleaming with sweat.And the sight of her made his already racing heart start to kick like a wild pony against his ribs.
He wanted to fall upon her, to sink his rod to the hilt in that delicious wetness and ride her like a savage. But he wouldn’t. She was a virgin, and he wouldn’t use her so roughly. Instead, he climbed on the bed and stretched out next to her.
After a while, she rolled to face him. Her eyes were wide and full of wonder. “I liked that,” she admitted, and her husky voice went straight to his groin. His shaft was rigid and throbbing against his belly, leaking from the tip.
“So did I,” he replied, wishing his voice didn’t sound quite so strained.
“I can pleasure ye too,” she replied, rising onto her knees. Her gaze was upon his prick now. “If ye like?”
“Aye,” he ground out. God’s blood, he couldn’t believe this was happening. “Please.”
Her full lips quirked. “So polite, Bran Mackinnon.” Her small hand reached out and wrapped around the root of his straining member. “Let’s see if I can make yeforgetyer manners.”
Heat ignited at the base of his spine at these words, and his rod jerked in her grip. Her voice was deliciously throaty, and she couldn’t help but challenge him. Even now. “I don’t know how long I’ll last,” he managed, each word ripping from his chest. “I—”
She lowered her head to his groin then, her mouth swallowing the crown of his shaft, and he lost the ability to speak.
Her hot mouth and eager hands, one stroking his bollocks now while the other worked his rod, utterly undid him.
He had no idea how she knew how to pleasure him so well, and he didn’t care either. Her eagerness inflamed him.
How quickly things had changed. Just three days earlier, he couldn’t stand the woman, and now, all he could think about was losing himself inside her.
He tangled his hands in her thick hair then, slowing her a little and pushing her head down to take more of him. His lower belly clenched as she groaned low in her throat. As he’d warned, he was too excited to last long though—and a short while later, he arched up off the bed, his head falling back. “Christ’s blood! Makenna!” Pleasure shot up his spine as he spilled deep inside her mouth.
She drank him down, her throat bobbing. And when she finally sat back on her heels, face flushed, eyes gleaming, Bran had never seen anything so beautiful. Of course, he’d noted her strong, lush body before tonight. Clothed, she was striking. Naked, she was a goddess.