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In his mind, there was no question that her heart was bonded
to his. Nothing would ever separate them. He understood his life with this
woman in his arms was not only possible, but was here, now.

Eventually she stepped away to tie the other man’s hands
together and immediately turned back to him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked earnestly, stroking his
horns once she was back in his arms. He needed her there so he could help
alleviate the terror she’d just endured, as well as the one he suffered in
seeing it happen. Grace could have been lost to him forever and she never
would’ve known how much she meant to him. There were no excuses. He had to be
honest and tell her everything without any further delays.

“Besides coming to share your big day with you, I came here
to tell you everything. I had to see if there was a future for us.” He stood
there basking in the adoring attention she was paying his boned protrusions. No
one had ever touched the most unique part of him with love and lust in their
eyes. His cock stretched out for similar attention as his horns were receiving.

“Stupid man,” she mumbled without truly meaning it or moving
away from his embrace.

“How was I supposed to kno—”

“Don’t go any further, Hamish Buchanan. You’re on the way to
pissing me off even more than you already have. Now, we should call the police.
I want this man out of here, then we can get on with our day.”

This was what he loved about her. She wouldn’t wallow in the
horror of what had just happened. Instead she pushed through the bad and
stepped back on the road moving forward.

“Not with these things at full curl. Believe me, I hate to
say this because I’m enjoying it very much, but you have to stop stroking them.
Baby, your touch on these boned protrusions goes straight to my cock and it’s
already hard, eager to come out and impress you with its prowess as well.”

“Is this why you’ve kept our loving in the dark? Or my hands
tied?”

“Yes, although I think it would be better if we discussed
this later when we’re alone.”

Grace used her grip on his horns to pull his head down and
kiss is tempting lips. “Fine, but we aren’t finished talking about this.”

Neither of them noticed the door being quietly closed or the
pleased look on Aimee’s face. She always knew there was something very special
about that man and as far as she was concerned, he was perfect for her boss.

* * * * *

Later that evening, once all the drama and celebrations were
finished, they took time for themselves. After being held hostage at
knifepoint, seeing her beau with a full set of ram horns and then receiving a
royal warrant with all the pomp and circumstance that goes with it, Grace
needed this time for just the two of them.

They sat on the couch, his arm around her shoulders and her
hand resting on his thigh, while they sipped champagne before a fire. Soon
they’d retire upstairs to the big, beautiful bed and indulge their passions
without secrets, in full light, face-to-face. But right now, it was all about
them, two people facing a lifetime together, without any secrets holding their
love in jeopardy.

For a time they sat comfortably in the silence, lost in
their own thoughts until Grace quietly opened the one subject that hadn’t been
addressed.

“How did it happen?”

Hamish knew what she was asking, and for the first time
ever, he spoke to someone about his curse.

“The night my mum was attacked in a field is always
described to me as horrific. To this day, anyone who saw her after the flock
had assaulted her still finds it difficult to look me in the eye. They say
she’d fallen forward with her arms wrapped around her belly, trying to protect
me while the animals kicked and stomped on her. They’ve never determined
exactly what happened, but something did, and during the attack some of the
ram’s blood found its way into hers and then mine.”

Hamish took a sip from his glass and looked down at Grace.
He was surprised he was able to talk so easily about what happened that night
to his mum. The subject was rarely discussed by him without immense sorrow for
what he lost engulfing him. Being able to do this proved this woman was his
other half and belonged with him. She gave him a sense of peace like none
other. He wanted to share himself with her.

“The machines keeping my mum alive long enough to better the
odds of my survival. In the end, they sealed my fate by searing the genes of
the ram in with my own. From birth it was there. As a baby, I’d cry or laugh
and little horns would burst through. Inevitably, as I grew older, I was better
able to control my emotions and their appearances. However, they still come out
whenever I experience the intense emotions. If seriously angered or, um, really
turned on, there’s little I can do to keep them locked inside. I had some
control over their appearance, then you came along and thirty years of having
power over them was gone. I swear they come out to impress you.”

Looking down at her hand on his lap, he felt warm
contentment and had to smile. There was no big upheaval running through him
right now. The horns were out because she was there and he wanted her fiercely.
Finally, he no longer had to fight their natural inclination to be free,
especially in her presence.

“It’s amazing the medical staff never said a thing.”

“In the beginning I’m sure it was because they didn’t think
I’d survive and didn’t want to cause the family more distress. Then, when I
began to thrive, I think they were simply too shocked by my horns to do or say
anything. I’ve been told the group who were with my mum and me from the start
were very protective of us by the end, and then me as I grew. They are a part
of my family now.”

“How many people know?”

“All the Buchanans, the medical personnel who took care of
us and you.”

“It’s so amazing the press doesn’t know about this and
reported on it. You’re big news.”

“I can’t say it wouldn’t bother me if it did. As long as
you’re with me, I think I could handle anything.”

“Well, I’m not going anywhere, so no need to think about it.
What about your father and his family? You haven’t mentioned him at all. Do
they know?”

“Irving Cunningham, a handsome lad who hadn’t been able to
find his maturity before becoming a father. Apparently he couldn’t handle his
guilt in not leaving the pub with my mum that Valentine’s night. Maisie said he
was eaten up with it before I was even born. Despite their being engaged to be
married, he deferred to her in all the important decisions to be made regarding
Catriona’s and my health. Once she died, he was inconsolable and when it was
decided I could leave, I went home with Gran. It was almost four months before
he made an effort to come over to see me. Unfortunately, what he found was a
monster for a child rather than merely a reminder of his beloved fiancée.”

“Don’t ever use that term or any other derogatory name to
describe yourself. Honestly, Hamish, you don’t want to make me angry.”

“I see, lass, and I’ll not speak poorly of my horns again.”

“Good, now go on telling me about your dad.”

“Not a dad, Grace, a father. After he saw me for the first
time, he took a pistol, went out to the field where Catriona was attacked and
killed himself.” It was never easy to talk about his mum and how much he lost
by not having her in his life, but he didn’t feel any connection with his
father other than the most basic. As far as he was concerned, Irving had chosen
his own fate.

Grace looked up at him with tears in her eyes. If it were
possible, his heart opened even wider and Hamish gladly welcomed her inside for
infinity and beyond.

“I’m sorry.”

“Shhh, baby, it’s all right. I’m healthy and loved, mentally
sane, or at least I was until I saw you. All my control fled forever the moment
you turned around and asked me to act like I was interested in you.”

He was thrilled to see the small smile trying to make its
way across her lips. The need to hold her close overwhelmed him. Taking her
glass and his, Hamish set them on the table behind the couch and pulled her
onto his lap, bringing them even closer together.

“Do they hurt?” She whispered, pulling on the horns to bring
him close, until their lips pressed softly against each other.

“No more than a brief headache, gone and forgotten the
minute they’re out. It’s been harder to keep them in when I’ve been with you.”
Swapping their positions left her lying on her back on the sofa. He was
stretched out atop her and loved being able to look at her while his body made
it clear how much he wanted her.

“You know, they’re very sexy,” Grace said while lightly
stroking his horns. She snagged his lower lip between her teeth, giving it a
good tug before letting go.

“Really?” he queried on a deep aroused growl. Feeling her
hands holding and touching his horns, using them to pull him to her, was very
erotic.

“Oh yes, very sexy,” she told him, bringing her legs up to
wrap around his hips. “No more hiding in the dark, lover, I want to see you as
you love me.” Arching her back a small bit brought her breasts up against his
chest. Her hard nipples stabbed into his chest, tempting him. “Do you want to
play with me, horny man?”

“Horny Man?” Hamish snorted with humor and answered by
pressing his lips more firmly against hers. His cock was hard, and with each
second that ticked by, each stroke her hands made over his horns, it grew
thicker, longer and hungrier for her. This much happiness, love and passion far
surpassed anything he’d dreamed of and it was all because of a beautiful
impassioned lass named Grace Strachan.

Not able to wait any longer before he had her, he stood up
with her arms wrapped around his neck and started to make their way to his
bedroom. His hands cupped her delectable ass as he carried her up the staircase
to the top floor. He wanted to do what he’d never done before, take his mate in
the light.

Walking into the room, he used his elbow to flick the main
switch, bringing all the lights on full. He made it to the center of the room
before he released his hold on her backside. It took some coaxing, but once her
legs let go of his hips and she stood on her own, he stepped back to lean
against the wall and watch her. Folding his arms over his chest, he patiently
waited to see if she remembered anything of their time spent up here over the
past months together.

Of course, he wasn’t disappointed. Before he’d had a chance
to do more than sweep her body with his gaze, Grace had already started working
on the buttons lining the front of her blouse. He was in heaven because he’d
found such bliss in her presence. It was possible some people would think he
didn’t deserve her. He did though and that was all that mattered. No, what
really mattered was that he was going to make them both happy and keep her.

A slow seductive striptease wasn’t in the cards for her
tonight and he was pleased. As far as he was concerned, the sooner she was
naked, the better life would be for them both. Under his unblinking gaze, she
quickly dispensed with her top and skirt. All that remained was an enticing
picture of her in a red lace, demi-cup bra and matching g-string, sheer black
stockings and black patent leather Mary Jane shoes with naughty four-inch
heels.

“Sweetheart, those shoes and stockings stay on. I can’t
believe you had all this on under your clothes today. You look very erotic,
total temptation. If I’d known about this, we may have had a longer delay
calling the police than it took for my horns to go down.” Unable to stop
himself, he started unbuttoning his own dress shirt, beginning with the cuffs.
There was no way he could remain still with her looking lush and sexy before
him.

“I’m glad you like them. This morning I saw the lingerie in
a shop window. Without thinking twice, I walked in and bought them, knowing
you’d enjoy seeing them later, especially with the shoes.” Reaching back, she
unhooked her bra and released her large breasts. His eyes caught on the mounds
jiggling with freedom. He heard her giggle.

“And I see I was right.” There was no doubt what she did to
him. He was as hard as a rock and eager to start with his plans for their first
time loving in full light. What he’d thought about most often was watching her
come as his mouth worked over her clit and pussy. Yes, that was at the top of
his long list of wants with and from her.

Grace stood before him in all her glory. Except for the
stockings and shoes, she was naked. This drew his attention straight to her
plump, bare pussy and his cock pulsed for immediate entrance into the heated
channel. She folded her hands behind her back just the way he liked. It was
simple, he enjoyed this position because it thrust her breasts even further
forward. Her pretty pink nipples were hard, tight points. His tongue swiped
across his lips, ready to taste them, feel the tender pebbles trapped between
his lips while he suckled. He looked back down at her pussy as his hand drifted
over the bulge in his pants.

Oh yes, to finally slip down between her thighs and not have
to worry about his horns touching her tender flesh, all so he could eat up the
honey collecting in her sweet slit. That was going to be the perfect place to
start this next stage in their life together.

Barefoot and still wearing his fine suit trousers and
partially unbuttoned shirt, he stepped forward and rested his chest against her
softer one. He wrapped his arms around her and linked his hands with hers,
bringing them down to rest at her side.

“I love you, Grace, very much,” he whispered against her
lips, looking into her lovely gray eyes.

“I love you, Hamish Buchanan, everything about you,” she
told him while holding his golden gaze, full of fire and joy.

With lustful purpose clearly evident, he walked them over to
the corner of the room where the swing dangled decadently from the ceiling.
Reaching out, he plucked at her nipples, simply because he couldn’t deny
himself any longer.

“Oh Hamish, harder.”

“Like this?” Hamish stepped in until his hard-on nudged her
pussy. Putting one arm behind her back, he bent over and took one tip between
his teeth, then gently ground the stiff point. After a moment of tender torment,
he started to suck, soothing the tortured nipple only to return and softly chew
the flesh again. The other breast wasn’t ignored as he strummed his thumb over
the excited tip. He pinched it hard, pulled, twisted and rolled until she
moaned, and wrapped a leg up high on his hip to help bring him even closer to
her.

“Yes! Yes, harder! Uhhh, oh yes!” She thrust her chest out
even further by bending her back and giving him more breast to toy with,
thereby receiving even more from him. Instead of feasting on the mound of
flesh, he pulled her back up straight and flicked at her nipples with his
fingers, teasing them endlessly.

Eventually he helped settle her beautiful form into the
swing with the strips of leather positioned to resemble a chair. Next, he secured
her arms up along two straps, giving her something to hold on to. He was being
methodical, taking the time to bring his urges back under control for when he
finally had her pussy dancing before his mouth. The last step was to hook the
heels of her shoes on the stirrups and secure her ankles to the straps before
stepping back in order to see all of her. Her legs were spread open and tempted
him to come forward and feast on her bald pussy.

Before he could dabble there at the fount of her cunt as he
wanted, he stepped over to the wall and used the lever to raise her form. When
she was suspended at the height necessary for what he planned to do, Hamish
carefully secured the swing and walked back to stand between her legs. Now his
mouth was level with her slit and his eyes traveled up her body to meet hers.

He smoothed his hands over her parted limbs. From the silk
stockings to her soft flesh, he used his thumbs to awaken the taut skin leading
to her plump and pink lower lips.

“Mmmm,” he swiped out a tongue, tracing it along her slit.
“Can you see, sweetheart? I don’t ever want you to think you’re missing
something important.” He turned the words she’d spoken on their first night
together back to her.

“Oh Hamish, I see you…uhhh.”

Not able to wait any longer before tasting paradise, he
slipped his tongue into her heated depths and pulled it out with the taste of
her in his mouth. Her essence was perfect. It teased his taste buds like fine
champagne.

“Delicious.” He dragged out the word as he whispered praise
into her pussy.

He slid a hand up and over her mound, leaving his thumb in
the position to nudge her clit free. When the hard kernel was exposed, he
pressed down and rubbed the digit over the bundle, wringing screams of pleasure
from his mate. Her reaction brought him even more unimagined joy. This was
heaven.

“Yes!”

Pulling his tongue free, he savored her honey and
immediately went right back in for more. “You’re a tasty treat, my sweet lass.”
She was close to coming. At least the clenching of her pussy around his tongue
suggested that she was. “One I’ll never get enough of.”

“Ha-mish!”

“Uh-hum.”

“Please, please…”

Using his pinching grip on her nub, he gently rocked her
suspended body on and off his thrusting tongue. Sometimes his nose nudged the
treasure trapped between his fingers, bringing more groans of passion from her
lips.

“Come in my mouth, baby.” He’d fantasized this exact
experience so often he couldn’t believe it was really happening. Now that it
was here and not a dream, he wanted it all. Not just to feel and hear her fall
apart around him, but to see her splinter on his mouth. He’d needed to see the
way her gray eyes softened before her lids lowered. See how her lips parted
while panting with pleasure. To know by his own sight that her breasts jostled
beautifully with her every breath and from her body’s soft landing against his
face.

Taking her this way was so personal. It was bliss in motion.
This experience was what he’d desired, and on the next curling of his tongue
against her sugared walls, she climaxed around his tongue.

Quickly, he stabbed in and out of her pulsating grip, loving
how she looked swimming in the pools of their passion. He’d missed this
pleasure when they loved in darkness, and now he never would again.

When he felt her body go lax, Hamish stepped back and took
in the entire picture with his lover at the center. She was splayed and
satisfied, divine in her satisfied state.

“You are stunning.” He couldn’t stop his hand from covering
his trouser-covered hard cock, squeezing it in a bid to ease his own needs.
Silently, he assured himself he’d soon dip into her warmth again, unfortunately
that wasn’t enough to relieve the urgency rising in him. Without any further
delays, he needed them to be as intimately connected as they could be.

Moving to the wall, he used the lever to carefully lower the
swing with his woman in it. After again securing the straps, he went over and
helped release Grace until he held her in his arms. Kissing her softly, she
managed to tell him what she wanted.

“Take me, lover. Please put your marvelous cock inside my
pussy and take me.”

“I will, but tonight is all about firsts. I want to love you
on a bed, unlike any other time we’ve been there before.”

She reached up and took hold of his horns, pulling his head
down.

“Now, Hamish, don’t make me wait any longer.”

He walked over to the bed and gently lowered her to the soft
sheets. The sight she presented was one he would hold forever. Her voluptuous
form satiated from coming and ripe for more. Unable to tear his gaze from her,
he gave her something he believed she wanted. He slowed things down while he
took the time to look and be looked at by his lover.

When it finally felt right, he grasped hold of one of her
beautiful legs and brought it up to rest on his shoulder. While watching her
bare mound, he realized how much he wanted to open his pants and plunge his
cock into her deepest depths. Another time. Tonight he wanted to go slow, take
pleasure in the sensual sight she presented, and before he lost himself inside
her body.

“You’re such a gorgeous woman with a bald pussy. You should
know I’ll never get enough of your breasts. I want to latch onto them and never
let go.” He gave her his honesty. Unable to shake his awe over her curvaceous
form, Hamish had to let her know exactly what she did to him, how she made him
feel when he looked at her, touched her.

Easing her shoe off, he dropped it behind him, reached down
and used his fingertips to gently work her stocking down over her thigh. He
liked how she placed her hands on the bed behind her to hold herself upright so
she could watch him, although it didn’t last long. She gasped loudly and fell
back when he leaned down and took a nibbling bite from her uncovered inner
knee. Using his tongue, he followed the rest of the stocking down to her ankle
before he pulled it off, dropped it over his shoulder and gnawed on her instep.

“Hamish!” He liked hearing his name on a gasp from her. He
threw his head back and tossed his wild mane of hair, feeling freedom fill him.
He wanted to shout at the top of his lungs. Shout for her and the unconditional
pleasure they shared.

“You’re such a tasty morsel to feast upon,” he whispered
before moving on to enjoy her other leg until she was splayed before him.
Having her naked, wet and ready for his possession was what he wanted.

“I love it when you strip for me, are naked for me. Now I’m
going to offer you the same thing.”

Again Grace braced herself on her elbows, making it clear
she wanted to see what he did next and he didn’t want to disappoint her.

After he finished unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled it off
and dropped it down at his side. Keeping his gaze locked to hers, he unfastened
and slowly unzipped his trousers. Hungry and eager for her, his cock thrust out
from his open placket.

“You’re a very handsome man, Hamish Buchanan. And you know
the superior piece of flesh resting between your legs is stunning. A perfect
fit for me.” She bent her legs, pulled her gaze from his rod and looked him in
the eye. “Stripping for me is delightful, but right now I need you inside me.”

He pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. At the end
of the bed, he opened the cabinet and pulled out a condom. Hamish tore the
package open, pulled out a rubber and smoothed it over his raging hard-on. As
he set his knee on the bed to crawl between her legs, Grace lay down and held
her arms out, offering him the perfect place to settle into.

“I’m trying to go slow, to enjoy this moment to the
fullest.”

“There’s no need, lover, we have forever to share our love
for each other. Right now you have a very serious problem. I’m hungry for you
and your cock. You need to put out this burning desire you’ve created by
thrusting that quality shaft inside me and take me as only you can. Otherwise,
I’m taking you.”

“Tough choice. Now, while I want you riding me, tonight I
have a plan, so…” In one stroke he thrust inside her until he bottomed out.