Page 82 of Kilted Abduction
Ciara bit her bottom lip as she smiled. Without a word, she grabbed him by the front of his breeches and pulled him toward her. He kicked off his boots then slipped his breeches off as Ciara tugged his tunic over his head and threw it to the floor. Naked, their bodies twined around one another, they tumbled onto the bed, mouths locked together, tongues rolling in each other’s mouths, hands sliding across their skin.
Ciara shuddered as Magnus planted a trail of kisses down her neck to her breasts. A low moan passed her lips as he flicked her pert nipples with the tip of his tongue and when his hand trailed lower, slipping between her thighs, and strummed her button, a gasp burst from her lips. She pressed her head back against the pillows and squeezed her eyes shut, relishing the sensations coursing through her as Magnus’ fingers danced across her sex while he licked and sucked on her breasts at the same time.
“Me God, that feels amazin’,” she whispered.
He looked up at her and grinned as he pulled his fingers out of her opening. They glistened with her juices in the candlelight and when he slipped them into his mouth, he closed his eyes and made a sound like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. The sight of him tasting her off his fingers sent her head spinning and nearly drowned her in desire. The insides of her thighs were slick with her nectar and her entire body quivered.
“I need ye inside of me,” she croaked.
A rakish grin curling his lips, she parted her thighs as Magnus climbed on top of her. He braced himself above her on his arms,his lips lightly brushing hers, the anticipation of his kiss stoking the flames of desire burning in her belly even higher. Magnus kissed her deeply, filling her mouth with his tongue as he thrust his hips, piercing her sex with his engorged manhood. He swallowed her gasp, as she was washed away by a tide of ecstasy.
Ciara locked her ankles behind his waist as Magnus began to move, thrusting himself deeply inside of her. A trembling smile touched her lips as she gazed into his icy blue eyes, her heart swelling with emotions she had never expected to feel when they met. His thick staff slid along her slippery inner walls, touching off explosions of pleasure with his every movement. He was large, thick, and having him so deep within her was still somewhat uncomfortable, but the flood of rapture she felt overwhelmed it almost instantly.
As he drove himself into her again and again, faster and with more force, Magnus kissed her mouth, his lips leaving furrows of fire upon her skin as his lips trailed down her neck, to her breasts. Her vision wavered and she felt lightheaded as he moved within her. Their bodies moved in a slow, sensual rhythm that heightened the pleasure racing through Ciara’s veins.
As she rolled her hips, moving to meet his every thrust, Magnus groaned. He clenched his jaw and Ciara felt him swelling within her. The veins on his neck stood out and he gritted his teeth, seeming to be trying to hold back. A sly smile quirked Ciara’s lips as she thrust her hips upward, taking him deep into her center. A long, feral growl burst from his mouth as he erupted within her.
“Ciara,” he moaned.
Magnus throbbed and pulsed, filling her with his warm, sticky seed. All at once though, Ciara felt weightless again and a feeling like lightning shot through her veins. She pressed her head back against the pillows and cried out as she writhed and trembled, her voice shaking as she called out his name. She pulled Magnus into a kiss, riding the current of pleasure that they were both floating upon.
Slowly, their orgasms began to ebb, but they clung to each other, their bodies intertwined, and their gazes locked. The air in the small space between them felt charged with currents of passion and of something… more. Ciara looked into his eyes with a small, trembling smile upon her lips.
“I love ye,” she said. “That’s what I came here tae tell ye tonight.”
The corner of his mouth quirked upward. “Message received, lass.”
CHAPTER 43
“Are ye all right?”
Magnus looked over his shoulder to see Ciara moving up the trail behind him. She nodded.
“Aye. I’m fine,” she replied.
The night was dark as they moved through the forest, the clouds overhead blotting out the light of the moon. They had gotten word that Fairfax had an army on the march, but the details were confused. Some of their scouts said the army was camped down to the east while others swore they were in a valley to the west. Domhnall had split them up, sending Kai to chase down the rumors to the east while ordering Magnus to the valley to the west.
Domhnall had wanted to send him with a troop of soldiers, but Magnus had refused. He wanted to move swiftly and quietly—two things he could not do with armored soldiers in tow. He wasset to go alone, but Ciara refused to let him. She had drawn a dagger and had threatened him with it if he dared think about leaving her behind. She was more than eager to go, telling him if there was a chance they could put a blade in Fairfax’s heart, she was more than happy to help.
Magnus was scared about possibly putting her in the middle of a fight where they would surely be outnumbered, but he reasoned that it wasn’t necessarily a bad idea. He had somebody to watch his back. Ciara was light on her feet, an excellent archer, and was good in a fight. If things went sideways, she might well be able to fight her way through it. He had made sure to extract a promise from her that if things did go badly, she would get out. He’d told her that was the only way he would bring her on this scouting run. She’d reluctantly agreed.
He crouched down behind the wide trunk of a tree at the crest of a hill and waited for her. She caught up and knelt beside him. He put his fingers to his lips, gesturing for her to be quiet.
“What are we doin’ then?” she whispered.
“If the scouts are right, Fairfax’s army is right over this hill,” he said. “And we dinnae ken where they may have sentries.”
She nodded and followed Magnus’ lead as he dropped onto his belly. They crawled to the top of the hill and using a thick bush as cover, peered down into the valley below them.
“Bleedin’ hell,” he whispered.
On the floor of the valley, hundreds of tents were in rigid lines and what looked like thousands of men milled about. The army Magnus was staring at was vast. If unleashed, Magnus feared they would overrun Dunvegan and wipe them all out.
“Me faither’s here,” Ciara said, her voice trembling with fear.
“What?” Magnus asked. “How dae ye ken?”
She pointed to a large tent at the far end of the line of tents. “That’s his standard flyin’ outside that big tent. And the one next tae it is Fairfax’s.”
