STORY EXCERPT

Maeghan was riding his destrier without a saddle. Her long hair flew out in a stream behind her, and she had a look of such joy on her face. She nudged his horse from a canter into a gallop and held on to his stallion’s mane for balance. He couldn’t believe his eyes when she leaped from straddling the mount to her knees, and then one foot after the other landed on the horse’s back. Her feet were bare and she was standing on his warhorse, her toes curling into his coat as if to hold on. It was only then that he realized she was wearing breeches, which showed off the length of her slim, shapely legs and gently rounded hips, her plaid nowhere to be seen.

What in God’s name does she think she is doing? Doesnae she know that she is courting danger, injury, or even death?

Calum didn’t remember moving, but moments later he was at the bottom of the rise and sprinting after her. He heard a roar of fury and realized it had come from him when Maeghan’s head whipped around toward him. She blanched and her face paled, but then her eyes narrowed and she glared at him. The next thing he knew she was once more straddling his horse and slowing him down.

He stopped and waited to see what she would do. He also needed time to calm his rage. When she finally brought the animal to a halt, she was fifty feet away. With another nudge she turned the horse side-on so she could see him. She lifted her stubborn little chin into the air as if daring him to berate her.

Calum had never been so angry in his life. He clenched his fists at his sides to stop them trembling. His legs felt as if they would collapse from beneath him at any moment, and it was all due to one stubborn, reckless lass.

“Maeghan, come here,” Calum roared.

She looked at him warily and pushed her chin up another notch. Then, to his amazement, she turned the horse away from him, presenting its ass insultingly.

Calum knew that she was doing this to challenge him. He didn’t want his clan bearing witness to her discipline when he caught her, so he turned and glared at the spectators.

“I’m sure ye have better things to do than sit around watching a reckless girl’s stupidity. Leave us and go aboot yer business.”

He waited until they had all left and glanced toward the top of the hillock. Ewan and Hamish had started down the incline toward him.

“What is going on?” Ewan questioned.

Calum explained what he had found Maeghan doing, and his brothers cursed loud and long. As one they all turned toward her to see that she was nudging the horse away from them and was trying to escape.

“Come here, now, Maeghan!” he bellowed.

“Donnae ye yell at me, Campbell. I donnae take orders from ye.” Maeghan shouted her reply.

Calum began moving toward her, keeping his eyes on her so he would see the signals she gave his horse. He saw his brothers moving at the edges of his vision. They all spread out, hoping to cage off her escape.

“Now that would be where ye are wrong, lass,” Ewan said loud enough for her to hear, drawing her attention. “Calum is yer laird, and ye would do well to remember it.”

“Just because someone tells me he is my laird doesnae make it so.”

“Aye, in this case, it does,” Ewan stated emphatically. “What did ye think ye were doing, Maeghan? If ye had been thrown or slipped from the horse’s back, ye could have been killed.”

“I knew what I was doing. I would often ride one of the warhorses at home to entertain the young and old.”

“Did Alec or his warriors know what ye were up to?” Hamish asked.

Calum was glad that he had his brothers’ help. They were keeping Maeghan’s eyes from him as he stalked her. When he got hold of the lass, he was going to give her ass a sound spanking.

“Nay,” she replied, and the look of sadness and loneliness which passed across her face made Calum’s chest ache. She seemed to realize she had shown too much emotion, because when she looked toward Hamish, her expression was blank.

“Why do ye do it, Maeghan?” Hamish queried.

“I donnae like to be bored. I need to keep busy. I have spent my whole life alone except for my good friend, Lauren, and I only befriended her after I was moved from my old home to a smaller one so a family could live in it, five months ago.” She looked at both of his brothers, but instead of seeing anger in her eyes, Calum saw sadness.

“Do ye know what it’s like to be ignored? To be looked at and turned from just because ye were raised differently from others? Nay, ye could not. Ye are used to giving orders and having yer every word obeyed. I have been spurned by my own clan, men and women, because my father raised me like a lad. I’m used to hunting for my own food and making cloth and selling it so I can buy more supplies. The men dinnae know what to make of a lass being able to care for herself, so they gave me a wide berth. The older women told their daughters that I was the spawn of the devil because I can take care of myself.

“I wasn’t even worthy enough for my own laird to find a place for me in our clan. It was up to me to find ways to keep myself busy. I need more in my life than walking around the village and bailey talking to yer people. What better way to keep busy than to entertain the young and old?”

ADULT EXCERPT

“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.