Highland Warrior Woman (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

“Ye smell so sweet, lass. I will have a taste of ye after yer punishment.”

Maeghan had to bite her tongue to keep herself from emitting a groan of pleasure when Calum began to lick and nibble the skin on her neck. He pushed her hair to the side, giving him unimpeded access to her skin, and then his warm, wet tongue licked a trail up her flesh to her ear. Taking the lobe between his teeth, he nipped her and then his tongue traced the outline of the shell of her ear.

“Are ye going to spank the lass or fuck her?” Ewan asked from somewhere behind them.

The profanity should have made her gasp with outrage, but instead she found herself turned on by his dirty talk. Her pussy clenched and released a gush of cream to dampen her breeches.

“Hmm, I can smell yer little pussy creaming.” Calum breathed against her ear. “Ye smell so good, Maeghan. If ye take yer punishment like a good little lass, afterward I will give ye pleasure.”

The last time the three men gave her pleasure flashed through her mind. She knew if she let them touch her like that again then all would be lost. She was worried she would forget herself and never be the same again.
Why do I have to be attracted to these men? Why did I let them into my heart? I was fine when I was on my own. Why did Alec have to foist me on the Campbells? Why are women treated like chattel? Why am I even here?

But most of all, why am I turned on by the thought of a spanking?

Calum eased off of her, and when she would have pushed up to her hands and knees, a large, muscular arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her from the ground. She ended up dangling over his arm like a piece of cloth, and then she was being lifted even higher, up over his shoulder, with her ass in the air.

“Such a beautiful sight,” Hamish said just before a hand began caressing her bottom.

Maeghan bit back a moan and closed her eyes. The hand smoothing over her covered flesh sent tingles of desire coursing through her body, heating her blood, and didn’t let up until they were back on the edge of the small brook.

Her world went topsy-turvy, and then she was being positioned over Calum’s upraised knee. Another set of hands took a hold of hers and stretched them out above her head. Her ankles were shackled in yet another pair of hands, effectively binding her so she couldn’t kick out or move.

She squirmed when the breeches covering her were tugged down, leaving her ass bare to the elements, and shivered as goose bumps formed on her skin.

“I think our little lass likes being restrained.” Ewan’s voice came from near her feet, so she knew he was the one holding her ankles.

“I hate ye,” she rasped when Calum’s hand rubbed over her skin.

“Nay, ye donnae, Maeghan. Ye only wish ye did.” Calum’s voice sounded deeper and huskier than usual and his burr was thicker.

Smack.

“Ouch. Ye bastard. Donnae ye dare hit me again,” Maeghan shouted and tried to wriggle free.

Smack, smack, smack.

“I dinnae hit ye, lass. I spanked ye. There is a great difference.”

“Nay,” she screamed. “Ye are just as bad at the MacLeod Laird.” Even as she spoke the words she knew them to be untrue. The MacLeod Laird had brought her only pain and suffering. This spanking fired all kinds of thoughts and feelings in her. Pain being the least of them.

Smack. Smack, smack, smack.

“If I ever see ye putting yerself in danger again, ye won’t sit down for a sennight,” Calum stated in a steely voice.

Smack, smack, smack.

“Do I make meself clear, lass?”

Maeghan didn’t answer. She was in shock. Never had anyone dared lay a hand on her before, not like this. Not even her father when she was a child. Calum was rubbing a hand over her heated skin, and she was worried that if she opened her mouth, they would know how she felt. She pulled her lips in toward her teeth in a tight line and closed her eyes once more. She prayed like hell that they couldn’t feel the tension in her body or the shivers racing up and down her spine.

“I’m waiting for an answer, Maeghan.”

She shook her head. Only when he shifted his hand to her lower back did she realize she had pushed her ass up as if begging him to spank her.

Smack, smack, smack.

The last three hits caused the tingling warmth in her pussy to spread, and she sobbed as her vagina clenched and released, making cream gush from her as she shuddered with pleasure.

“She just came,” Hamish panted out. “Strip her oot of her clothes, Calum. I want to feast on our woman.”

Maeghan was in turmoil. Even though she wanted to fight them so they wouldn’t take over her body and eventually her independence, she wanted to give herself to them and experience the pleasure she knew could be found at their hands. As her mind warred with her body, she was lifted from over Calum’s thigh, placed on the sweet-smelling grass, and stripped.

Inhaling deeply, she finally opened her eyes to look at the three men. How they had divested themselves of their plaids so quickly she had no idea, but even as that thought coalesced in her mind, it drifted away as she took in their naked bodies.

They were all much taller than she was, and the muscles in their arms and chests were massive from years of wielding their swords and working their land. All three men reminded her of the Norse men she had been told stories of as a child, with their brawny bodies and commanding auras. Her eyes wandered over them until she came to the apexes of their thighs. They were each gripping their large cocks in fists and stroking themselves.

Heat crept up into her cheeks, and she quickly looked away. Even though she tried not to look again, she couldn’t seem to help herself. Her eyes were drawn back to them, and she found herself staring.

“Do ye like what ye see, little one?” Hamish asked in a growly voice.

Maeghan didn’t know how to answer, so she kept her mouth shut. The three men were big all over, and the thought of them trying to put those things in her body caused her slight alarm.

“Hamish asked ye a question, lass. Answer it.”

She looked toward Calum and saw desire in his eyes. She found herself nodding without meaning to. The three men stepped forward, and she shivered with awareness. More cream leaked from between her thighs, and she squeezed her legs together, trying to circumvent the ache in her pussy.

Calum knelt down next to her and pulled her up from her reclining position onto his lap. The heat emanating from his body was so hot it was a wonder he didn’t singe her. With gentle fingers he tilted her head up and leaned down. He covered her mouth with his and thrust his tongue in, where it tangled and danced with hers, sending more liquid heat throughout her blood. By the time he finished kissing her she was gasping oxygen into her air-starved lungs.

“We willnae take ye until the ceremony, Maeghan, but we will teach ye how much pleasure yer body can take. Ye will also learn how to give pleasure.”

What ceremony?
Maeghan was about to ask but was distracted.

“Just lie back, sweetling. We will make ye feel so good,” Hamish rasped.

Maeghan sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly. Calum had her pinned with his eyes, and she felt like she was drowning in his blue depths. She cried out when large, warm hands enveloped her breasts and kneaded her fleshy globes. Thumbs began to brush back and forth over her distended nipples, and she arched her body up into the exquisite sensations.

“Ye are such a passionate little lass,” Calum panted. “We want to see all of yer fire, Maeghan. Donnae hold back with us, sweetling.”

Maeghan was lifted onto her back on a spread plaid. Calum and Hamish lay at her side and Ewan was down near her feet. She should have felt shame for being naked in their presence, but she did not. She wanted their hands and mouths on her body, teaching her what pleasures could be theirs.

When hands began stroking her shins, she looked down into Ewan’s hazel eyes and caught her breath. He was staring at her pussy and working his hands up closer and closer to the apex of her thighs. With slow deliberation, Ewan slid his hands in between her legs, just above her knees, and gently spread them open.

“Och, ye are soaking wet, aren’t ye, dearling. I have to have a wee taste of yer honey.”

Ewan moved so that his shoulders kept her thighs splayed and then lowered his head. He licked up and down her slit, growling as he collected her cream on his tongue. He lapped, sucked, and licked until she felt like she was burning alive. His tongue flicked over her clit, and then he was pushing a finger into her body. Hamish and Calum each leaned over and took a turgid nipple into their mouths.

Maeghan whimpered and arched up, trying to get more pleasure from their touch. Her body was leaking its juices, but it seemed to please Ewan.

“Ye taste so good, Maeghan. I want more of yer honey, dearling.”

When he lowered his head again and lashed his tongue over her sensitive nub, she mewled and bucked, wanting, no, needing more but not knowing what she craved.

“Oh God.”

Calum released her nipple with a pop and licked his way up over her chest and neck to her ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Donnae fight the pleasure, give in to it.”

Ewan pushed a finger into her pussy, gaining depth with each thrust until she felt a slight pinch. He eased back and pumped in again and again, all the while licking up and down her dew-coated folds and over her clit. The muscles beneath her flesh became tighter and tighter. Her womb became a heavy ache and her cunt began to feel as if it was trying to grasp his finger.

Then all of a sudden the tension snapped. She gasped and yelled on an exhalation, and her pussy contracted as waves of ecstatic bliss wracked her body. The muscles in her vagina clenched and released, grabbed and let go, and cream expelled from her body in a great gush as she flew to heaven. Ewan growled and slurped up her juices, her whole body trembling and shuddering with euphoria until finally the last pulse waned, leaving her satiated and lax while she panted heavily.

“Ye taste like a mixture of honey and salt, dearling,” Ewan rumbled out in a deep voice after he lifted his head from her sex.

Maeghan looked down to see her cream glistening on his chin and mouth. Her sated body trembled with renewed desire, and she groaned then flopped back down, her head bumping on the ground. Hands brushed over her arms, torso, and breasts, stirring the embers of the fire once more.

“Get on yer hands and knees, sweetness,” Calum commanded with a rasp.

The hands that had been soothing her now gripped and grasped, helping her to do as bid. When she was in the position Calum wanted, she lifted her head again and shivered with excitement when his penis brushed across her cheek.

“Lick my cock, Maeghan. I need to feel that sweet mouth sucking me.”

Maeghan spied the clear drop of fluid in the small slit at the top of his penis and wondered if she would like the taste. Sliding her tongue out from between her lips, she swirled it around the bulbous head and then pushed the tip into the small opening. His growl of approval coincided with her moan, and she felt a wave of power wash over her. She’d had no idea that she could give pleasure as well as receive it.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and then slid her lips down over the crown. Calum gripped her hair and tugged slightly. That little bite of pain shifted her desire up another notch.

“Fuck, sweetness. Yer mouth is amazing,” Calum rumbled. “Slide yer lips up and down my cock.”

Maeghan sank down over him as far as she could, and as she pulled back up, she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked hard.

“Ye look so bloody good with Calum’s cock in yer mouth, dearling.” Ewan’s voice came from behind her. “Now, donnae ye be getting scared, Maeghan, but I’m going to come on yer ass and then play with it. Ye need to be stretched oot so ye can take us all in that sweet body of yers.”

Maeghan had no notion of what Ewan was talking about, but she was too busy to care. She explored Calum’s cock with her tongue, paying particular attention to the underside when he groaned out loud. Then he began guiding her head up and down his erection by the hand in her hair and she followed his directions willingly.

Ewan roared, and she flinched when thick, warm liquid landed on her buttocks and anus. She would have pulled off to look at him over her shoulder if Calum had released his hold on her hair. But he didn’t, so she concentrated on giving him pleasure.

“See if ye can take me in farther, sweetness,” he panted.

Maeghan set up a rhythm that he seemed to like and used her tongue to lave the corona of his dick when she got near the top. She gasped and moaned around his shaft when Hamish palmed one of her breasts. He pinched a nipple hard enough to cause a bit of pain but not enough to actually hurt her.

Opening her eyes, she looked at the two globes in the soft, hairy sac of skin beneath Calum’s cock, between his legs, and reached out to see what they felt like. She froze just as his skin connected with her hand, and she gave a whimper.

Ewan was massaging her bottom hole with the tip of a moist finger.

Hamish leaned over to lick and nip her ear. His warm, moist breath tickled her flesh, causing her to shudder with pleasure.

“Donnae tense up, sweetling. Let Ewan stretch yer ass so we can all eventually take ye together.”