Page 42 of Bound to a Highland Beast
Her fingers curled into his hair, gripping the dark strands as he nibbled at the spot where her neck met her shoulder, teasing the sensitive skin there. When he pulled back to gaze into her eyes, his were dazed, as though a fog had rolled over them, his lust turning his gaze faraway and distant. It was then that Isabeau knew there was no going back. With his gaze unfocused like that, his hair mussed from her hands, his cheeks flushed with desire, he seemed irresistible to her. Giving in sounded like a much better choice than waiting until they were back at the inn, consequences be damned.
The heated look Isabeau gave him, along with a small, barely perceptible nod, was all the confirmation Tiernan needed before he began to tug at her tunic, pushing and pulling at the fabric until it dropped off her shoulders and pooled around her waist, leaving the swell of her breasts covered only by the thin material of her shift. It was barely enough to conceal anything, her hardened nipples peeking through the fabric, her shift rubbing against them every time she moved in a way that cut her breath short.
And when Tiernan knelt before her, craning his neck to lick the sensitive nub over the shift, making the fabric stick to her skin and her body shiver when the breeze hit her, she couldn’t help but moan, so loudly that she desperately wished there were no other travelers around to hear her.
“What dae ye want, me bonnie?” Tiernan asked, looking up at her with wide, lust-filled eyes. “How can I best please ye?”
“Anythin’,” Isabeau said, arching into the kiss he pressed to her stomach. “Anythin’, just touch me.”
With a small grin, Tiernan tugged at her shift, pulling it up along with himself, until he could take it off her and toss it carelessly aside. Isabeau had no time to feel the cold of the wind before he cupped her breasts, his fingers clamping around her nipples to tease them gently. Each tug, each gentle pinch sent another wave of pleasure through her, making her tremble in his grip and moan his name, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
“I wish I could spend all me life with ye like this,” Tiernan told her, breathing quietly against her lips. His hands trailed down her body, his touch leaving goosebumps in their wake, and then rested on her rear, gripping the soft flesh there to pull their hips together. Isabeau could feel him against her thigh, hard and aching, and she couldn’t help but roll her hips once, twice, just to hear him gasp in pleasure.
Isabeau wished it, too. Unrealistic as it was, she wished it could just be the two of them, with no one around to tell themwhat they could or couldn’t do, with no one to threaten their happiness. Sometimes, a part of her wondered what it would be like for the two of them to disappear, to leave everything else behind and find a quiet place to live, perhaps in a small village or even a cottage in the woods. But it was always a fleeting thought, for Isabeau loved her family too much and she was also aware it would be too hard for a girl like her, who had grown up with the luxuries of a castle.
Still, it was a pleasant thought—just the two of them together, finally free from all burdens.
She didn’t know how to express any of this, though, and so she simply kissed Tiernan again, trying to pour into that kiss everything that she couldn’t tell him. It was rare that words would fail her; she had a way with them, finding the right ones for every occasion, but no one had ever prepared her for something like this. No one could have predicted she would fall for a man she wasn’t supposed to. That she—the jewel of Clan MacGregor, the clever, obedient girl after whom all other noble parents wished to model their daughters—would come to love a brigand.
Former brigand, she reminded herself. Tiernan had changed his life.
Former brigand, but still a peasant.
“Where have ye gone?” Tiernan asked, his hand coming up to cup her cheek gently, his thumb rubbing small circles on her cheekbone.
Isabeau shook herself, pushing those thoughts out of her mind. She just wanted to not have to think.
“I’m right here,” she promised Tiernan, pressing up against him to take both their minds off it. “I’m right here… I want ye.”
As she spoke, Isabeau ran her hand down the length of Tiernan’s arm until she reached his hand, taking it in hers to guide it between her thighs. Tiernan gave her a blazing look, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth as he teased her entrance with a single finger, gathering some of her wetness although he had barely pushed in. Isabeau held onto him, one hand closing around his shoulder as the other gripped his wrist, letting her hips move of their own accord as her body chased her pleasure.
Dragging his fingers over her folds, Tiernan drew gentle lines on her heated skin, until he reached that sensitive spot at the top of their seam. There, he pressed circle after torturous circle into her, his movements so slow and deliberate that Isabeau’s knees went weak, her fingers digging into his forearm as she tried to hold herself upright.
“Does it feel good?” Tiernan whispered in her ear, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of it and draw a shiver out of Isabeau.
She could only nod, feeling her entrance getting slicker with every touch. “So good,” she said as she buried her face in Tiernan’s neck, biting down to muffle a moan. Tiernan, though, couldn’t muffle his when her teeth sank into his flesh, nor could he stop himself from pushing two fingers inside her, sliding them in all the way to the knuckle with ease.
Another moan, another mark on Tiernan’s skin. Isabeau didn’t even care that there would soon be a bruise on Tiernan’s neck, a sign of everything they had done. All she cared was that his fingers reached deep inside her, relentlessly rubbing against that spot within her that made her entire body go weak with pleasure, until she couldn’t even hold herself upright anymore. Tiernan’s hand on her rear was the only thing keeping her up, holding her against his body as he pumped his fingers just as Isabeau wanted it, hard and fast, giving her no time to think or even breathe.
Like that, it didn’t take her long to reach her climax, moaning in abandon against his shoulder as she clenched hard around his fingers. Tiernan worked her through it, pressing the flat of his palm against her mound, but soon it was all too much, her skin oversensitive, every touch bringing her too much stimulation.
But Tiernan wasn’t ready to let her go.
“One more,” he said. “I love seein’ ye like this. One more an’ then I’ll let ye have me any way ye want.”
Isabeau couldn’t understand what it was that Tiernan found so mesmerizing about pleasuring her, but he seemed to enjoy it even more than he enjoyed receiving pleasure, and Isabeau didn’t want to cut him short. It didn’t hurt that with every thrust of his fingers, her pleasure returned once more, growing underneath her skin until it began to come in waves again, any overstimulation soon forgotten.
“Ye’re so wet fer me,” Tiernan whispered in her ear, and Isabeau knew it to be true, but that didn’t lessen her embarrassment. Hercheeks heated at the sound of his fingers thrusting in her slick walls, the only thing she could hear save for the wind and their panting breaths. “Just like that… ye make such a bonnie sight, Isabeau.”
Shifting his grip on her, Tiernan cupped her mound with his palm as his fingers continued to work inside her, delivering pleasure from the outside, as well. Every slap of his palm against her drew another moan from her, high-pitched and desperate, and this time, her climax crashed into her suddenly, making her collapse in his arms.
For a few moments, her entire body convulsed and she cried out in pleasure, Tiernan holding her through it and whispering sweet nothings in her ear as she tried to catch her breath.
She didn’t know how much time had passed when she opened her eyes again, but it couldn’t have been too long. Tiernan’s fingers were still inside her and he pulled them out gently, immediately bringing them to his lips to taste her. Isabeau watched him, her heartbeat kicking up a notch at the sight. It shocked her as much as it aroused her, the sharp jolt of lust that coursed through her surprising her.
She had just reached her peak not once, but twice, and yet her body seemed to desire even more.
Pulling Tiernan down for a kiss, Isabeau ran her hands up his stomach, his chest, then around his shoulders and down his back. Never before had she been so bold with him, so obvious in her hunger for him, but now she could hardly control herself.She wanted to touch him; she wanted to taste him just as he had tasted her, without allowing propriety hold her back.
