Page 80 of Taken By the Devilish Highlander
“Five minutes,” she said innocently, but Archer shook his head, laughing at her.
“Ye ken as well as I do that five minutes will turn into ten, which will turn into an hour….we daenae have the time. Not today.”
Feya sat up, letting the sheet fall away completely. She shifted to the edge of the bed, very aware of Archer’s eyes on her. Then she dropped her feet to the floor and walked to him, pleased when he stood his ground, waiting for her.
“But today of all days,” she said. She wrapped her arms around his waist, dropping her hands to his backside. His length jumped against her stomach, responding to her touch, to the press of her breasts against his chest. “How can we not?”
“Your family is arriving any minute,” he said evenly, but his hand moved up her side, tracing her ribs, finding her breast.
“They can wait,” she assured him. Feya shifted to her toes, feeling every inch of her body that slipped against him as she rose up to put her mouth against his.
Archer growled, and suddenly he swept his hands under her thighs, lifting her into the air. Feya squealed, laughing as he carried her to the window, and then dropped her onto the deep windowsill, tucking himself between her legs.
“Five minutes?” he asked, and his mouth was already on her neck, across her chest, biting at her shoulder.
“Aye,” Feya said, breathless as she felt him stirring between her legs, quickly aroused. His hand slipped down and pressed between her legs, where he gave a satisfied grunt at what he found there.
“Were ye dreaming of me?” he teased, and Feya swatted at him, rolling her eyes at his arrogance. But then his fingers pressed inside of her, and she was struck silent as he stroked her. Feya pressed her mouth against his and reached for his hardness, teasing him in the same way he was teasing her.
“I dreamed of ye,” he gasped, rocking his hips against her hand. “I dreamed of taking ye on your wedding day.”
Pressure built deep in Feya’s stomach, and her breasts sparked with need. She guided him closer, desperate to replace his fingers with what she held in her hand. She glanced up at him, a mischievous thought crossing her mind.
“I think ye will get your wish,” she said. Archer pulled his fingers from inside of her, and Feya shifted to the edge of the windowsill. She felt his impressive size teasing at her opening,and she gasped, alive with need. “The question is, how many times?”
Archer’s eyes sparked with surprise, and he pressed forward, making Feya scream.
The leaves around the castle were bursting with color and whimsy as the wedding party moved outside, satisfied from the elaborate feast they had just enjoyed. Feya walked with Morgana and the twins, pointing out her favorite trees and promising to show them Holly’s healing garden when she did not have so many guests to please.
“And there’s a fairy cabin in the woods,” Feya said, watching Poppy’s eyes widen in excitement. But Eloise looked at her skeptically, looking far too mature for her young age.
“Fairies arenae real,” she said, plopping her hands onto her hips. Hearing her sister’s declaration, Poppy changed her mind as well and scowled at Feya.
“I daenae believe ye,” Poppy cried.
Feya only glanced at Morgana and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, if ye daenae want to see it, I guess only Morgana will ken the secret pathway...”
“Nay!” Eloise cried, and suddenly, both girls were pulling on her arms and her skirts, begging to see the secret cabin in the woods. Feya and Morgana laughed at the enthusiasm, and Feya called Tormond over.
“Ask yer braither nicely,” Feya told them, and Poppy and Eloise assaulted Tormond with their ‘pleases’.
“What are ye dragging me into?” Tormond asked, looking warily at Feya, and she laughed at his cautious expression.
“Nothing as horrible as ye think,” she assured him. “Do ye see that path over there? The opening just through those trees?”
Her brother turned, and Feya was struck by how tall he was. Overnight, he had transformed into a man.
It will be Tormond’s wedding next.
Feya pushed the thought aside, not willing to come to terms with that just yet. Her brother had years yet before he would settle down. A whole world to explore before he had a house and a family of his own.
“Aye, I see it.”
“Bring the girls down the path,” she said. “They want to see the fairy cabin.”
“A fairy cabin?” Tormond asked, each word sounding stranger to his tongue, but Poppy and Eloise didn’t give him any more time to protest. They simply grabbed for his arms and pulled him down the path, leaving Morgana and Feya chuckling as they watched them.
