Highland Warrior Woman (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

More hands caressed up and down her back and over her arms and shoulders. The sensations running through her were decadent but also calming. Her tight muscles began to relax and the finger which had been rimming her back hole pushed into her ass.

“That’s it, little one. Let me give ye pleasure.”

A slight burning seared her flesh when Calum penetrated her with two fingers, but that pain only seemed to enhance her pleasure. He slowly worked his digits in and out of her bottom until he was in as far as he could go. He spread his fingers apart and stretched her out.

“Ye are so beautiful, sweetness. Ye have three fingers in yer ass and ye look so sexy,” Calum crooned. “She’s ready.”

“Turn over, dearling,” Ewan ordered.

They helped turn and maneuver her until she was in the position they wanted her in. And then they caressed her all over. More oil was drizzled onto her pussy, and then Calum moved off the bed to place the urn out of harm’s way. Ewan shifted between her thighs and caressed her pussy with the tips of his fingers. When she felt the embers turn to flames once more, she arched up, begging silently for them to take her.

“Shh, Maeghan, we will give ye what ye need.”

Ewan lifted her up into his arms and moved to the edge of the bed. He sat with his legs over the side and his feet on the floor. Lifting her up, he turned her to face him and lowered her down to his lap. His hard cock nudged at her entrance, and she clung to his shoulders as pleasure swamped her. With a small wiggle, she was able to align his erection to her pussy, and she moaned as his wide head breached her.

“Ye are so hot, wet, and tight. Ye feel so good, dearling,” Ewan panted.

Maeghan was beyond speech and gave a slight grunt as Ewan began to lift and lower her up and down his cock. Each time she dropped down, his cock gained depth and caressed the internal walls of her pussy. She panted for breath, feeling as if she had been on a long run, but she needed more of him inside her. Her body ached to be filled with his hot, hard flesh.

“More. Please,” she begged.

“I donnae want to hurt ye, dearling.” Ewan moaned as he shoved in another inch.

“Ye already broke my maidenhead. Ye cannae hurt me. Give me more,” she demanded huskily.

“Give her what she wants, brother,” Calum commanded in a growly voice.

Ewan surged up into her as he pulled her down and then grasped her hips firmly to still her. Maeghan keened and sobbed as pleasure bombarded her senses. She needed so much more than he was giving her. She wanted it all. Lifting her legs, she placed her knees on the edge of the bed and began to lift and lower herself on his hard shaft. Blissful heated friction caressed the walls of her pussy, teasing her with pleasure but appeasing the ache deep inside.

“Cease.” Calum placed a hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her chest into Ewan’s. “Hold her still, brother. I donnae want to hurt her.”

A hard, blunt object caressed the skin of her anus, and Maeghan knew Calum was about to breach her bottom. Her muscles tautened and she froze, not wanting to inadvertently hurt herself.

Calum leaned down and kissed her shoulder. “Press back against me, Maeghan, and try to push my cock oot.”

When Calum began to forge inward, Maeghan pushed out. She gasped when his erection popped through the tight ring of muscles just inside her bottom hole. The pinching and burning pain was fiercer than when he’d had his fingers up her ass, but she liked it.

He held still and caressed her back with one hand while holding on to her shoulder with the other. As she began to relax again, her anal muscles loosened, and Calum began to rock his hips, gently forging his way into her rear entrance.

“Fuck, she’s squeezing me so tight. I’m aboot to spill my seed.” Ewan gasped.

“Hamish, get over here,” Calum rasped.

Maeghan looked up when Hamish came over and stood at her side. He was so tall that his cock was near perfectly level with her mouth. He bent his knees slightly and ran the tip of his phallus over her lips.

“Open up, sweetling. I want to feel yer mouth on my cock.”

She opened her mouth wide and sucked lightly on the head of his penis. She swirled her tongue around the crown and flicked it across the sensitive spot on the underside that she had found yesterday. Hamish wrapped her hair around his wrist, and the slight tug to her scalp caused her to gasp.

“Our little wife likes a bite of pain to her pleasure,” Hamish panted. “Suck me, Maeghan. Make me come.”

Maeghan remembered what they had taught her yestereve and began to suck and bob up and down the length of his erection. When she found the rhythm, Ewan and Calum began to move inside her.

As Ewan pulled back, Calum pushed in, and vice versa. They started off slow, letting her become accustomed to their cocks inside her body. Hamish reached for one of her arms and enfolded his hand around her wrist. He then wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and showed her how to move it over his hard flesh.

He was like hot steel under a layer of the softest velvet. His cock pulsed and jerked each time she lashed it with her tongue.

Never had she imagined such exquisite sensations. When Calum surged into her ass, the nerve endings lit up and caused her to shake. As he withdrew once more and Ewan stroked the inside of her pussy with his rod, more of her juices leaked out of her body.

She could feel her body reaching, yearning for that peak, and she keened at the elusiveness of it.

“She’s getting close,” Calum growled as he thrust back into her.

Her blood heated until she felt like she had molten gold running through her veins. Her aching womb felt tight and heavy. The muscles inside her pussy drew tighter and tighter, causing her passages to ripple around the cocks now shuttling in and out of her ass and pussy. She was so intent on the pleasure coursing through her that she was only vaguely aware that she had taken Hamish’s cock to the back of her throat. She swallowed around him.

“Fuck, sweetling,” Hamish moaned. “Do that again.”

Maeghan did. She swallowed continuously around his cock and then drew her lips down his erection until just the tip was in her mouth. She suckled firmly on the corona and laved it with her tongue before taking him back down deep.

“I’m gonna come, Maeghan. Swallow my juices, wife,” Hamish demanded breathlessly.

His cock expanded as he rocked forward. She swallowed around the tip of his glans, and then he was roaring. She gulped over and over, drinking all of his seed down until he finally withdrew and collapsed back on the bed with a sigh.

Calum and Ewan sped up the pace, their cocks sliding in and out of her ass and pussy at a rapid pace. Their bodies connected with each thrust, their flesh slapping against hers. The muscles deep inside Maeghan’s pussy grew so tight that she was momentarily frightened she would break, but Ewan must have felt her fighting the pleasure because he slipped a hand down between their bodies. Using the tip of his finger, he rubbed over the little pearl at the top of her slit with light caresses.

And then she was there, hanging on the precipice of a pleasure so great it nearly consumed her. The fire in her belly spread to encompass her whole body. It centered at her womb and leapt to her pussy. Her legs tingled, her breasts ached, and her toes curled.

Arching her neck back, she screamed as the tension inside her snapped. Great waves of pleasure washed over her as her internal muscles clamped and released over and over again, massaging and gripping the cocks still moving in and out of her ass and pussy. Cream dripped from her vagina.

Ewan gripped her hips and shouted as he pumped into her twice more. His cock jerked inside her pussy and shot warm, thick fluid into her vagina. His face was a warped mask of pleasure as he filled her cunt with his essence. Calum growled and pushed into her ass one last time. The spasmodic pulses of her own release caused her body to shudder intermittently.

Maeghan had never felt such heaven as she had with her three husbands pleasuring her body. Her body felt too weak, shaky, and heavy to hold upright, so she slumped forward against Ewan. Two of her husbands were still snug inside her body, and they caressed her lightly with their large hands, easing her back from the ecstatic high she had just reached.

“Ye are so beautiful, little one. Ye were made just for us,” Calum said as he slowly slid from her body.

Maeghan whimpered at the loss of fullness and the slight ache in her ass as he withdrew. Now that she’d had a taste of them loving her together, she knew it wouldn’t feel the same if they touched her separately. She cared for them so much, and even though she would enjoy having time alone with each of her men, nothing compared to having them make love to her at the same time.

Gentle hands lifted her from Ewan’s lap, making them both groan as his softening cock slipped from her body. Her eyelids were too heavy to keep open, so she let them close. She didn’t protest when a damp cloth cleaned her pussy and ass, removing the stickiness from her skin.

They all settled down together to sleep. Tired as she was, Maeghan lay awake for a little while, listening to the breathing of her men. She thought of the bed she’d lain in only this morning. She felt like a different woman now. A married woman.

A loved woman?
Although all her men had told her they liked her looks and called her beautiful, Maeghan still wasn’t certain how they felt about her. There was a big difference between lust and love, and she yearned to hear them tell her that they loved her as she did them.

There was no way she was going to make a fool of herself and say those words first.

Calum and his brothers along with a few of their warriors rode through the forest many leagues from their keep. Word had come early that morning via one of his warriors that Laird MacLeod and his second-in-command had been captured. His warriors were some of the best-trained men in the highlands and could creep into a camp, take whom they wanted, and leave without being noticed.

They’d had to ride hard and fast so they could get to his men’s encampment before Laird MacLeod was discovered missing from his own camp. Calum knew exactly where he was going and, as the clearing appeared, halted his steed and dismounted. His eyes scanned the surroundings, taking note of his concealed men. There were only a few of his warriors in the clearing, guarding MacLeod and his commander.

Calum pinned the bastard with his eyes and strode forward with seething intent.

“Release him.” He barked out the order to the man guarding his wife’s nemesis.

“What is the meaning of this, Campbell?” MacLeod bellowed as the bindings that held him were released. He rose to his feet. “I’ll war against yer clan and wipe ye oot of the highlands.”

“Ye are a sniveling coward. Only cowards prey on women and children.” Calum spat at his feet. “Ye make my stomach roil just having to look at ye.”

“What are ye talkin’ aboot? Ye have no right to accuse me of…”

“Och, that’s where ye are wrong, MacLeod. Ye took my intended from a small village and then ye and yer second-in-command attempted to rape her. I will show ye what it is like to feel helpless.”

Calum reached for MacLeod, but he was fast and ducked beneath his arm. The bastard whirled away and spun around, Calum’s fist missing him as he sidestepped.

“Just be thankful I am a fair man, MacLeod. I could get my brothers to hold ye while I beat ye like ye did to my wife. Better yet, I should let my brother Hamish at ye.”

Even though the light was poor, with only the fire and the moonlight providing scant illumination, Calum saw the laird pale at the mention of Hamish.

“I see the name of my brother precedes him. Ye have obviously heard of his temper. I think unleashing him on ye is fitting punishment for what ye did to my wife. Hamish, he’s all yers.”

Hamish stepped forward into the ring of the firelight. MacLeod backed away, looking behind him occasionally so he wouldn’t be trapped by the trunk of a tree. The smile that crossed Hamish’s face would have scared even him if he didn’t know he was kin.

Hamish let out a roar of fury and dove for MacLeod. Even though the other man put up a good fight, he was no match for Calum’s enraged sibling. Hamish went berserk. The sound of flesh striking flesh filled the clearing as Hamish’s fists connected with MacLeod.

By the time Hamish was finished with the laird, MacLeod’s face was bruised and swollen beyond recognition. His nose was broken, both eyes were swelling rapidly, and if Calum had to guess, so were the man’s jaw and ribs. It would be a long time before the laird attacked another woman.

Calum drew his dirk and sliced through the hemp securing MacLeod’s commander. He lifted him to his feet by fisting his shirt, drew back his fist, and slammed it into the asshole’s noses. Blood spurted out, dripping down over his face and off his chin. The man hadn’t even attempted to protect himself, and now he was out cold from one punch. Even though retribution had been served, Calum wasn’t pleased with the ease of their revenge. He threw the commander down with disgust and headed toward his destrier.

The sun was already beginning to lighten the sky, and he knew they would not reach the keep for a few hours. Calum had wanted to be back in his bedchamber with their wife when she woke, but she was an early riser. After the special night he and his brothers had spent with their spouse, he hoped she wouldn’t react poorly to waking alone. There was nothing he could do about it now except try to return swiftly.