The Highlander's Forbidden Bride Page 9

  “It wasn’t my intention,” he says quietly. “Family is—”

  “He wasn’t my family,” I say quietly, turning to take Lachlan’s hands. “Nor is Darcy, nor any of the other Campbells.” I smile as I squeeze his hands and slide into him.

  “You’re my family. You and Cat. And you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

  He grins. “Then let’s go home. To our home.”

  We follow Hamish, Callum, and Tor back up the stairs to the deck, and my jaw drops at the scene. The prow of Tor’s Viking warship is capped in iron, and the fearsome boat has actually plowed so hard into the side of Lord Campbell’s that the boat is nearly smashed in two, and clearly about to sink. There’s been a battle, for sure, but it seems only Campbell’s men were the ones fighting the Vikings. The rest of the men are merely hired ship hands, and Tor’s people are herding them onto the Viking boat before Campbell’s sinks.

  Lachlan scoops me into his arms before he jumps across to Tor’s ship, and when the last of the Viking’s are back on board, the big warship wrenches free of the wreck and pulls away. The sun is rising as the big red sails turn us, and when Lachlan pulls me tight to him, I turn and slide my arms around his neck. I lean up, and without a single care in the world about who sees, I kiss him, deeply.

  He growls, kissing me right back and scooping me into him as the boat beings to fly across the waves.

  “Captain,” he chuckles, pulling away and grinning as he shouts to Tor.

  “How fast can you take us back home?”

  The big Viking grins. “Fast. Why, have you things to do?”

  Lachlan grins. “Aye. I need to marry the love of my life.”

  Tor, Hamish, and Callum chuckle, turning away and giving us space as Lachlan drops his eyes back to me.

  “You are, you know,” he purrs quietly. “And I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

  “I—I love you too,” I whisper as I sink into him.

  The boat crests a wave, I laugh into his lips as I fall into him, and the morning sun blazes across us as we sail with the wind.

  Back home, together.

  Forever.

  Epilogue

  Iona

  “Hells, lass.”

  I grin as I lower the bow, turning to wag my brow at Lachlan.

  “Was it okay?”

  He stares at the arrow embedded firmly the center of the little circle he drew with charcoal on the tree, and then turns to look at me coolly, half smirking as he folds his arms over his chest.

  “You’ve been practicing, you little sneak.”

  “Me?”

  I gasp in mock indignation.

  “Sir, I am a lady. I have most certainly not been practicing shooting a bow and arrow.”

  “A lady, are ye?”

  I shiver, gasping quietly as he moves towards me, gently pushing the bow aside as he slides against me. His rock-hard body presses to me, and when he leans down and nips my earlobe with his teeth, I moan.

  “The same ‘lady,’ who was begging me for more when I licked her sweet little cunt not two hours ago in the stables before our ride?”

  I blush crimson, biting at my lip as another moan tumbles from my lips.

  Okay, he’s right. I’ve been practicing. But only because I wanted to see the look on his face I’ve just seen when he realized I wasn’t the helpless shot like I know he thought I’d be. It’s one of the reasons we’re out here, alone, on a hunt—so that he can show me how to use the bow, since I’ve been asking him to show me forever.

  But while having my gorgeous husband take me out into the woods alone to “teach me things” did sound appealing—very, very appealing—seeing the look of shock when I nailed the target he’d set up at fifty paces was pretty damn good too.

  I’ve been sneaking in some lessons with Freya, one of Tor’s crew of Vikings. Or, retired Vikings. Or, mostly-retired Vikings, I suppose. I think they’re all still figuring it out. But Freya, the younger sister of one of his captains, has ended up being a good friend, and with the Norseman settlement not far from Castle McDougall, it’s been great to have another girl closer to my age to get to know. That she’s an expert marksman with a bow has come in quite handy in flabbergasting Lachlan.

  “Who taught you,” he chuckles. “Callum? Hamish?”

  I smile, pursing my lips as I shake my head innocently.

  “I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about, dear.”

  He chuckles deeply, pushing his fingers through his silver and black hair before dropping his dark eyes to me.

  “Why do I get the feeling you took secret bow lessons just to tease me?”

  I grin. “I’ve mentioned how much you get me, haven’t I?”

  Lachlan chuckles, and before I know it, he’s pulled me into a kiss.

  “Aye, lass,” he smiles. “You have. Almost every day since the wedding.”

  I grin, pulling close to him and looking up, and when he leans in to sear his lips to mine, my heart skips a beat, like it always does.

  “Happy almost one-year anniversary, husband,” I whisper quietly.

  “Happy almost one-year anniversary, wife,” he growls back as he leans in to kiss me slow and deep.

  It’s been almost a year since our wedding, the very day he rescued me from Lord Campbell with the help of his friends. And ever since then?

  Well, ever since then, I’ve been living in a fairytale.

  We did wed that very day, in a quiet, small ceremony with our close friends, and I became the Lady of Castle McDougall. And hilariously, Cat’s stepmother, technically. Not that I tease her about it at all. Ever. Not even a little bit.

  …Okay that’s a lie. It’s far too much fun to pass up the opportunity to tease her.

  With my grandfather’s passing, the rest of the Campbell’s dropped their claims of “money and land owed” by Lachlan for annulling the marriage to Darcy. Yes, me marrying him did still settle any possible claims my extended family could have. After all, I was a Campbell, though thankfully, not anymore. But really, we married for love—a fierce, wild, untamed, passionate love.

  Oh and don’t feel bad for Lord Campbell. He had the chance to drop it, and we obviously would have taken him with us off that crippled ship. But he made his choice, and he paid for it. Darcy was banished from Castle McDougall, again — this time under penalty of imprisonment if she ever returned to Scotland. As far as I’ve heard, she’s back in France with another cousin of hers, telling anyone who’ll listen what a terrible, back-stabbing, disloyal daughter I am.

  …Needless to say, I haven’t lost any sleep over it.

  “I brought you all the way out here, alone, to teach you to shoot. And you’ve gone and taken lessons already.”

  Lachlan makes a tsking sound with his tongue against his cheeks, and I shiver in anticipation.

  …We both know damn well that shooting a bow was not the main reason he brought me out here. Yes, we have an entire castle, and to ourselves should we say as much. But there’s something so… freeing about coming out here alone together and taking our clothes off to do wicked, wicked things to each other.

  “Well, think of it this way,” I purr, kissing him slowly. “Now you don’t have to spend all that time teaching me how to aim. Think of all the time we’ve got now before we have to ride back.”

  He growls, and when his hands slide around my waist and grip me tight, I whimper as the thrill shivers through me. My big, handsome husband pulls me close, kissing me slowly, and then harder, and fiercer, until the both of us are moaning as he spins me and pushes me back against a big tree. His lips sear to mine, and I moan as our tongues duel. Big hands slide over me, yanking at the ties of my dress, and I whimper as Lachlan yanks the clothes from my body, hissing as his fierce eyes sweep hungrily over me.

  “Gods are you beautiful,” he groans, kissing me slow and deep as I moan and reach for his own clothes. My hands feverishly tug at his kilt, undoing it and letting it drop, and when my hands slide down to cup his huge
cock, I whimper eagerly into his lips.

  God lord is he big, and damn do I love it.

  My small hand circles him, stroking his rapidly thickening length against my tummy as he pulls away just long enough to yank his tunic off. We crush back together, his big hands sliding down over my ass and then delving down between my thighs from behind. I whimper, panting into his lips as his fingers find my hot, dripping wet pussy, sliding easily between my lips. He eases one thick finger into me, and I groan, pleasure teasing through me. His thumb finds my clit, and when he starts to roll it, I moan as my second hand joins the first to stroke his thick cock up and down. I can feel the sticky precum from his swollen head dripping down my skin, and my head spins with the raw need for him.

  Giving him my virginity on our marriage night, in our bed—and then later, in that fantastic tub, of course—was amazing. But we’ve only gotten better since then.

  …And we’ve had lots of practice. Truth be told, I’m honestly not sure if there’s been a single day since the wedding where we didn’t make each other come at least once.

  I cry out, stroking him faster as his finger plunges slowly in and out of me, curling right against that sweet spot inside as he teases my clit.

  “Lachlan—”

  “Such a pretty, naughty little cunt,” he growls. “So fucking wet for me.”

  “I’m always wet for you,” I whimper, panting into his lips as his fingers send pleasure rippling through me. Lachlan’s hand pulls away, and I whimper in protest. But when he brings it up, his eyes locked onto mine as he slowly sucks his glistening finger clean, I groan heatedly, the need for him roaring inside of me.

  “And such a sweet little pussy, too,” he purrs.

  “Tease,” I gasp, and he grins.

  “A tease? Me?” He grins, shaking his head. “Nay, little lass, I’m not going to tease you.”

  I gasp as he suddenly spins me around, my palms going flat to the tree and my body shivering as I feel him pull my hips back. His muscled body presses to my back, his cock thick and pulsing between my thighs as he leans forward to brush my earlobe with his lips.

  “I’m going to fuck you.”

  He grips his cock, and I moan eagerly as I feel his big swollen head brush back and forth over my glistening lips. He groans, easing his thick girth against my opening, spreading my lips wide as he starts to push inside. I cry out, my body shivering in ecstasy as Lachlan’s fat cock begins to sink into my eager pussy—inch after thick, glorious inch filling me up so much as he pushes all the way in. And just when I think I’ve taken all of him, he growls as he thrusts forward, giving me the last two inches and making me cry out as the pleasure floods through me.

  His abs flex against my ass, his hands tight on my waist. Slowly, he eases back, making me whimper and moan as my tight little pussy clings to him, like I’m trying to pull him back inside. He does tease me, shallowing pushing in and out with just his thick head, making me whimper in frustration and pleasure before he suddenly plunges right back in to the hilt, making me cry out.

  And then, he starts to fuck me.

  His heavy balls slap my clit as he begins to pick up speed, his thickness plunging in and out over and over as my honeyed desire leaks all over him, making us both slippery and wet. One hand grips my ass tight, spreading me wide and pumping me back and forth on his cock as I howl in pleasure. The other slides around my body, pinning me against his chest. His hands tease over my breasts, cupping them, rolling my nipples between his fingers, and making me go wild as he just keeps up that deep, thrusting rhythm.

  His hand pulls back and then comes down with a spank on my ass, making me moan as he does it twice more, his fingers teasing my nipples. He thrusts deep, hitting that perfect spot again and again and again, and when he spanks me once more, suddenly, I’m coming for him.

  I throw my head back against his chest, crying out as the orgasm rumbles through me, and I can feel myself clenching and rippling to tight around his cock as I flood him with my honey. And Lachlan just keeps going.

  “Gods do I love feeling this little cunt come all over my cock, my love,” he growls into my ear, fucking me deeply and evenly right through my orgasm.

  “You make me come so good,” I gasp, whimpering as his hand teases from one nipple to the other. He groans, his pace speeding up, his heavy, cum-filled balls slapping my clit as his muscled body ripples against me. The hand on my ass slides over my hip, pushing down between my legs and teasing my pussy as he plunges in and out of it. He teases my pink, swollen lips, making me moan, and when he starts to roll my clit, I start to go to pieces all over again.

  “Lachlan!”

  “Just like that, little lass,” he groans, fucking me harder, and faster. “Let me feel how bad you want my cum. Let me feel your sweet little pussy milk my seed right out of my balls.”

  I cry out, thrusting back to meet him and moaning in pleasure. His hand slides from my breasts up to my throat, his fingers curling around it just enough to send the thrill through me he knows I love. And it does. I scream in pleasure, my pulse racing as I wildly thrust back against him, taking him to the hilt in my eager pussy over and over again. He turns my head, and when his lips crush to mine as our bodies writhe together, I know we’re both going to shatter.

  “I—oh God…”

  “Come for me, little lass,” he purrs into my lips, groaning as his cock swells harder, and thicker inside of me. “Come with me, my love.”

  He sheathes every thick, wonderful inch of his big cock deep inside my little cunt, and when his fingers roll my clit at the same time, suddenly, it’s more than I can stand. I cry out into his lips, moaning wildly as I bounce back and forth on his thickness before suddenly, I break. The cry of pleasure tumbles from my lips as the orgasm rolls over me, making me come over and over again on Lachlan’s big cock.

  He roars, thrusting deep and just holding himself there as his big balls pulse against me, pumping rope after thick, hot rope of his cum deep against my womb. He pulses into me again and again, sending me into yet another climax as I shudder against him, until finally, we slow to a painting, trembling stop.

  Lachlan slowly pulls away from me, turning and scooping me into his arms before he moves to a little patch of soft grass and sinks down, me curled against his muscled chest.

  “I think we’re going to be late,” I murmur, kissing his skin.

  “Aye, but it is our party.”

  I giggle, raising my head up and rolling my eyes at him.

  “True, but c’mon, let’s get going.”

  I give his chest a playful slap as I spring to my feet, and Lachlan chuckles, propping himself up on one elbow as he lets his eyes slide over me.

  “Ahh, is that how it is? Drag me out here to the woods to use me for your pleasure, and then it’s off to a dinner party?” He sighs dramatically. “You wound me, lass.”

  I giggle, stepping over his torso and then settling down astride him as I lean down to kiss him softly.

  “Aww, you poor thing.”

  He chuckles, kissing me back.

  We are probably going to be late for our “almost anniversary” dinner party, but the truth is, I don’t care all that much. Besides, it’s just our friends and family, and I know they’ll be fine amongst themselves until we join them. Catriona and Callum, Una and Hamish, Rhona and Tor, and Ailith and Malcolm will be there, along with a few of Tor’s Viking’s—Freya, her brother, the equally blonde and blue-eyes Erik, and two of Tor’s other captains—Ivar, and Bjorn.

  Drink, food, laughter, and friends and family? It sounds like the perfect evening to me.

  “Alright, love,” Lachlan growls. “We can ride back so we don’t keep our guests waiting.”

  I kiss him on the lips and start to stand, but I gasp as his hands slide down to cup my ass, keeping me right where I am sitting astride his muscled waist. And suddenly, I can feel his cock—still very hard, and throbbing as it slides between my thighs, his swollen head brushing over my pussy.

 
; “But first,” he groans deeply. I whimper, biting my lip as our eyes meet, fire blazing between us.

  “We’re going to be late,” I whisper.

  “Aye,” he growls. “We are.”

  “Good.”

  I crush my lips to his as I reach between us, my fingers circling his cock and centering it against my pussy.

  “They can wait.”

  “Oh, believe me, lass,” Lachlan growls, his eyes burning into mine. “They’re going to wait.”

  He pushes in, my breath catching and the moan whimpering in my throat as our lips sear together.

  …And we are very, very late to the party.

  The End.

  Also by Madison Faye

  Kilts & Kisses:

  Tamed By The Highlander

  Stolen By The Scottish Rogue

  Wed To The Warrior

  Viking’s Claim

  The Highlander’s Forbidden Bride

  Standalones:

  His Pretty Little Thief (June, 2019)

  Cherry Pie

  Get Lucky

  Stealing Valentine

  Screwged

  Sharing Samantha

  Claiming Candy

  Trick And Treat

  Sugar & Spice

  Five Card Studs

  Dear Stepbrother, I Want You

  Royally Screwed:

  King Sized

  Royal Brat

  Daddy Duke

  Prick Charming

  Filthy Ever After

  Once Upon A Scandal

  Queen Sized

  Blackthorn Mountain Men:

  Claiming His Mountain Bride

  His Captive Mountain Virgin

  Her Mountain Baby Daddies

  His Big Mountain Axe

  His Hard Mountain Wood

  Her Rough Mountain Outlaw

  Unwrapping His Mountain Package

  Her Double Mountain Outlaws

  Her Savage Mountain Daddy

  His Runaway Mountain Bride (Summer, 2019)

  Forever Vows:

  Taking Back His Bride

  Bound To His Bride