Page 86 of The Highlander's Auctioned Hellion
“I could have ye now,” he growled. “I couldruinye and I would listen to ye beg me for it, wife of mine.”
Lydia gasped as he lifted her in a sharp movement that made her feel as if she were toppling from the bed. Her arms flailed as her hands gripped the post behind her, steadying her body as his hand moved beneath her.
She closed her eyes as she felt his finger push into her, a wicked glint in his eye as she threw her head back.
His thumb sought out the wet heat of her body, thrusting inside and twisting enough to send her wild with desire. His head lowered toward her, his tongue lapping at her breasts as she struggled to remain in control.
Pushing against the bedpost behind her, she began to rock her hips toward him. As she cried out in shock, he pulled her down, her back flat against the mattress once more.
She shuddered as his head descended, his tongue pushing into her ruthlessly until she screamed.
The peak of her pleasure was even more intense than before, as if her whole body came alight as she felt his nails digging into her flesh, as her release came.
She was suspended in the air, in the throes of ecstasy as he pulled away, looking up at her with wicked satisfaction.
Lydia collapsed beneath him, and they lay like that for many minutes, coming down from the high.
She stared upward at the canopy of the bed as her breathing slowly began to settle again. Her body was thrumming with pleasure, but even as it began to fade, questions crowded her mind.
Who came for the girls today? If he is willing to touch me in such a way, he must see me as a part of his life. I have to know what we are up against—who he is protecting me from.
“Who tried to take the girls?”
Callum slowly opened his eyes, staring upward as she moved to face him.
“Are your scars part of the reason they are in danger?”
His stomach turned over at the prospect of telling Lydia of his past. After what they had just shared, he simply wanted to drift into oblivion and hold her until dawn.
But he knew it was not fair to keep her in the dark, not after today. She was his wife after all.
He sighed, pulling himself up to a sitting position and watching as she did the same, lifting the ripped fabric of her nightgown to cover her body as best she could.
“Ye ken I have seen it all already,” he said teasingly, and Lydia glowered at him, pulling the blankets up around her in a pointed way that made him smile.
They both sobered as she waited for him to finally tell her the truth.
“What happened to you?” she asked, her finger skimming over his face.
It took everything he had not to pull away from the touch. He was beginning to crave feeling her skin against his, and it frightened him more than anything else.
“Love,” he replied.
The fingers against his jaw disappeared, and Lydia looked away. Callum reached across and gently grabbed her chin, turning her face towards him, waiting until she looked back at him.
“I wasn’t in love with anyone,” he clarified, feeling the familiar rage begin to build inside.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, he leaned against the headboard, staring at the fire.
“Me braither was in love. Deeply in love. The kind that makes a man lose his mind.”
He shook his head.
“Moira Lawson, me braither’s wife, was a beautiful woman. Ye saw her portrait in the gallery. There were men for miles around who had offered her their hand, but Angus was the one who captured it. For a while, they seemed happy, but that all changed when they had the twins.”
Lydia was frowning at him, but she did not ask any questions, letting the story come out on his terms.
“When she had the girls, she began to behave differently. It was clear that Angus adored his children, even more than his wife, and she wasnae used to that. She began to get jealous of the attention they received… and looked for it elsewhere.”
