Page 60 of The Highlander's Fake Wife
“I dinnae ken seals had claws,” he growled, visibly pleased at the pain.
“S-Selkies, do,” Olivia managed to reply.
Arthur stole another kiss, pressing against her wrist as her fingers curled against his back. He grasped her breast once more, kissing her cheek, the underside of her chin, the length of her neck–Olivia felt a familiar pressure building in her core, an unfamiliar hardness pressing against her. A soft whimper built into a ravenous moan, and as his lips wrapped around her breast–as his tongue began to play with her sensitive nib–Olivia cried out, echoes of desire rippling against the mountains’ faces.
“There’s a far better place to taste ye,” Arthur whispered teasingly. “If I have yer permission…?”
Olivia nodded frantically, though Arthur remained hovering above her bosom. “Y-Yes,” she confirmed, hands slipping off his back and cradling his face for a brief kiss. Then, she watched in a daze as his face slipped free from her gentle grasp, sliding down the length of her body before vanishing beneath her gown’s hem. For a moment, she was left amidst the flower petals, uncertain as to what the laird had in mind.
Then, she felt it; his lips brushed against her leg, working his way up to her innermost thigh. A panicked squeal slipped out, and the kissing came to a pause. “I-I’m alright!” she managed to stammer out. “Just…just taken aback.” This was entirely different from what she experienced by her own hand, and Olivia felt desperation building in herself to see where it all was leading to.
Arthur began to shift beneath her skirt once more, hands gently pressing against her legs to push them apart. Olivia allowed him to do so, toes curling in anticipation, then squeezing tightly as his tongue began to play with her clit. Another startled gasp escaped, and Olivia dug her fingers into the ground. Her finger had brushed past such a sensitive part before; how had she not known about this?
He continued to tease her, tongue reaching inside her as the hairs of his beard stimulated every pleasurable part of her body. Olivia’s breath hitched, back arching as Arthur continued, his hands braced against her inner thigh as his tongue–God, his tongue!–stimulated parts of her she never even realized were there. It was like feeling the sunshine for the first time in spring, every hair on her skin stood upright as a tingling build swarmed throughout her body.
It was too much–almost too much to bear–but Olivia did not want it to stop. She moaned and gasped, staring up at the sky as petals danced across the stars and merged within them. The world began to spin, the pressure building in her core–she had never seen the moon look so luminous, the air taste so crisp and pure. And as she expelled the last of the air in her chest, as Arthur’s tone darted across her sensitive nib, that warmth in her core exploded outward, radiating through her fingertips and filling her body with an addictive buzz she felt she could stay in forever.
But soon, it came to an end, the expelling heat quickly filling with the chill of the night. Arthur suddenly rolled off of her, arms cradling her into a close embrace before pulling her arisaid across her trembling body. Olivia blinked furiously, realizing that the climax had finished, the moment had passed, and it had come on so much quicker than she anticipated. For a moment, a distastefully bitter tang coated her mouth, and she tilted her head up towards Arthur, apology dancing across her tongue for finishing so soon.
“Ye were wonderful,” Arthur crooned, leaning in for the sweetest kiss of them all. Shame burned off her face as the cold filled its place, and Olivia was more certain of herself than she ever was before.
“Wonderful?” she asked quietly.
Arthur simply replied with another, gentle kiss, arms hugging her close to his chest as the pair simply enjoyed the other’s presence.
The sky had begun to purple when Arthur stirred from slumber. He blinked furiously, going to wipe fatigue from his eyes until an unfamiliar weight prevented him from doing so. For a moment, instinct nearly pulled him to his feet, but as his gaze swiveled, he found the source of said weight to be fast asleep, curled up against his chest and completely hidden beneath her arisaid. A soft smile crossed his face, and Arthur just barely shifted closer, pressing his lips gently against her forehead. “Aye, selkie–what are ye doin’ to me?”
It wasn’t a matter of what she ‘was’ doing, but what she had been doing the moment their paths crossed. His path was so clear, his destiny short and bloodsoaked; now, he wanted nothing more than to spend a long, safe life beside this woman. This goddess of the sea. His selkie.
Arthur glanced up at the stars, slowly beginning to dim at faint rays of sunlight. He allowed himself a moment to imagine it all–having a proper marriage to Olivia, racing on horseback through the shallows, slipping off to the secret cove he hadn’t visited since he was young and christening it with her scent. He imagined streaks of brilliant white through her ruby-red hair, of his hand settled against the large swell of her stomach as little kicks occasionally pressed beneath his palm. The crackling of a hearth, the sleepless nights curled in bed with a child of his own and a wife he…
“A-Arthur?”
He blinked, suddenly aware of Olivia’s body shifting in his grasp. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes as her arisaid slid down her chest and settled against her waist, exposing her breast to moonlight as her hair stood wildly out of place. Arthur couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly at the sight, standing upright himself before scooping his selkie up into his arms. “Come on; ye dinnae want to wake sore tomorrow.”
“I’ll be sore regardless,” Olivia teased, hand resting gently against her visibly-tender breasts. “Gracious, but imagine if we went further than that. I daenae think I would survive.”
Not that we could ever find out properly, Arthur thought somberly, shifting Olivia’s weight in his arms as he started back towards Marsden keep.
31
Olivia was in a daze the next morning…or, whenever both she and Arthur deemed it proper to finally rise from bed. As romantic as he’d been, allowing her to doze in his arms beneath the rowan trees, it wasn’t exactly the most restful of sleeps. Of course, there were other reasons Olivia had trouble sleeping; as soon as she met Arthur’s gaze over breakfast, a warm twinge rippled throughout her midsection, and it took everything she had not to buckle under the weight of her own body.
“Gracious, Olivia,” Alison teased, arms supporting Forrester as she helped him nurse. “Ye look a bit out o’ sorts! Dance too hard during the celebration?”
“A-Aye,” Olivia replied, glancing to catch Arthur still smirking her way. “Something like that.”
Once breakfast had concluded and the dishes cleared, it was time for Olivia to begin packing for the journey home. Arthurseemed to have been ready since last night, propped against her room’s wall as he watched her scurry about. Occasionally, Olivia would need to bend over and pull something out from a lower drawer, and she was acutely aware of a certain laird staring intently at her backside.
“I ken it were perfect,” Arthur commented lightly. “But I would have killed to see yer soft rear without that gown coverin’ it.”
She let out an embarrassed squeak, shooting up straight as she practically slammed the drawer shut with her foot. “Arthur Ross!”
He chuckled lightly, eyes still lingering across the length of her body.
“Ye’re an absolute rake, ye ken that?”
His chuckling turned to laughter, and he quickly crossed the room, catching Olivia’s waist mid-step before spinning her around. “I dinnae hear ye object to it last night, selkie.”
