A Beautiful Lie (The Camaraes) (98 page)

Lachlan dipped his head, his lips formed a smile against her neck that Muira couldn
’
t see as he kissed the soft skin of her throat. 
“
Does this feel like a man who
’
s angry?
”
he murmured thickly, bucking against her crudely while his fingers moved to stroke her breasts, finding them even more sensitive than usual. 
“
My beautiful girl,
”
he whispered, bathing her skin in kisses and caresses.

“
I want you,
”
she mewed, her fingers grasping and flexing as she held onto his shoulders.

“
Where?
”
he teased. 
“
Here?
”
he asked, trailing a finger through the molten wetness of her slit. 
“
You certainly feel like you want me here.
”
  He thrust one thick, bridle worn digit inside her sheath, making Muira aching off the bed into his hand.

“
More,
”
she groaned, rocked her hips into his touch, rewarded when he slipped a second finger inside her.

“
Is that enough?
”
Lachlan taunted.  To which Muira shook her head furiously.  Her hands had slid from his shoulders to his arse, and one had dipped around to grasp his hugely swollen cock.  She was holding him none to gently, urging him to sink into her flesh.

Lachlan groaned, and withdrew his fingers from Muira
’
s heat.  He let his hand grip her hip, and he spread her legs open wide for himself.  Muira made a soft, whimper of impatient, as Lachlan nudged his cock against the tight opening of her cunt while pinning her to the bed.  She bucked, and squirmed, and tried to force him to make his entry, but Lachlan was determined to take her in his own time.

Of course,
his own time
was fast approaching
this
time.  Muira had worked him to such a frenzied state of arousal that Lachlan
’
s whole body was shaking.  He couldn
’
t remember the last time when he had felt in danger of losing control so spectacularly.  He winced
…
or could he?

“
Lachlan!
”
Muira gasped. 
“
Please?
”
she cried. 
“
Please just- oh!
”
  Her plea was punctuated by a shriek, because he was suddenly inside her, all the way, buried so deep between her legs that she could feel the pressure of him knocking up against her womb. 
“
Oh-
”
Muria puffed, shifting beneath her husband to try and adjust to the feel of his enormous sex stretching her muscles almost beyond endurance. 
“
Oh my-
”
she whimpered.

Quite
…
Lachlan agreed privately.  He could have added a few choice curse words, but his wife had rather summed up the inexplicable feeling of bliss that pervaded ever fibre of his being when they were joined together as one.  He had to move, he just couldn
’
t stay still for one second longer.  He drew back and then slammed forwards, knocking the breath from Muira as he worked their bodies together mercilessly.

Through the barely open slits of his eyes, Lachlan watched his wife
’
s face.  He was thrusting hard and fast, not giving Muira the chance to really brace herself for the speed or depth of his entry.  Her head was throw back against the pillows, her mouth open in a silent
‘
o
’
of wonder, while her nails dug cruelly into his back, the tang of pain somehow making his pleasure all the more intense.

Lachlan caught hold of her leg, twisting it around his waist, changing the angle and friction of his entry.  Muira reaction was immediately.  Her eyes, which had been clamped tightly shut, sprang open, she screamed in her release and then her whole body convulsed. 

Lachlan met the spasms that clenched around his cock with a grunt of relief.  He hilted himself only once more in his wife
’
s quivering sheath, and then he met her in ecstasy, spilling himself in long shuddering spurts before collapsing on top of her. 

He never wanted to have to move again.
It was the one thought that managed to penetrate Lachlan deliciously sated, hazy state of mind.  If he could just stay exactly like this, warm and safe and loved, with the afterglow of pleasure seeped deep in his bones, then he could be happy. 

He waited for Muira to make a half-hearted protest about the weight of him crushing her before he could even summon the will to roll off her.  With that managed, he clasped his wife tight against his chest, and, limbs entwined, fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

..ooOOoo..

Dawn came, bringing with it a new day
.  The day
.  The day when Lachlan was to officially be made Laird
…

When he thought about it, he
’
d thought that they should wait.  It was hardly respectful to Graem, who had not been in his grave a full twenty-four hours.  However, as Ross had practically pointed out, everyone was gathered together now.  The men who had journeyed to Eilean Donan from the outlying boarders of the MacRae
’
s land could afford to wait a day to pledge their allegiance to the new Laird, but they couldn
’
t be asked to wait very much longer than that- they had lives to lead, duties to attend- and so Lachlan had been forced to consent.

It wasn
’
t as though he had to do anything.  Everyone seemed to be rushing around for him, ensuring that he didn
’
t have to lift a finger.  He didn
’
t need to worry about anything except being in the right place at the right time, and he had a feeling that there would be several clan members flitting around him all morning ensuring that he was in exactly the right place at exactly the right time.

There were several clan members flitting around him all morning.

Muira found it all highly amusing, Lachlan was sure.  He was independent.  He was also, as he was just discovering, quite a solitary creature.  Those few friends and family that he loved he adored whole-heartedly, but Lachlan found that he had very little time for sycophantic followers hanging off his every word.  Even the non-sycophantic ones grated on his nerves after a few hours.

“
You
’
ll be Laird soon,
”
Ross grinned,
“
then you can do as you damn well please.
”

And then he was Laird.  And rather sooner than he
’
d been anticipating.  The whole ceremony passed by in a strangely moving blur- it was deeply touching, and left Lachlan feeling deeply honoured.  He named Ross as his tanist, appointed a new war chieftain in Ross
’
s place, and then everything descended into feasting and revelry.

“
What about MacEantach?
”
Lachlan growled.

“
Tomorrow,
”
Ross said, sighing. 
“
Let them have one night to enjoy themselves.  They
’
ve had precious little to celebrate recently.
”

Feeling oddly thwarted and irritated by his new tanist, Lachlan walked out into the courtyard of the castle for a breath of fresh air, and hopefully a few second
’
s of peace and quiet.  Fresh air he got, peace and quiet was not to be.

“
Looking to run away already?
”
purred a voice from the shadows that made Lachlan
’
s skin crawl.

“
I
’
m
not the one running away,
”
he growled, turning to face Morag.

“
No?
”
she pouted prettily and sauntered over to where the new Laird was standing. 
“
Who is?
”

The clan
, he almost grumbled, but Lachlan knew better than to confide in Morag.  At least, he did
now
. 
“
Shouldn
’
t you be inside, enjoying the party?
”
he murmured, being none to subtle in his attempt to get rid of the woman.

“
Shouldn
’
t you?
”
she countered. 
“
I believe that the celebrations are in your honour after all.
”

“
Lachlan?
”
a soft voice called from one of the doorways leading inside.  

A prickle of guilt touched Lachlan
’
s conscience as he turned around and caught sight of his wife watching him talk to Morag.

“
I believe Ross is looking for you.  He said something about wanting to start the speeches in a minute or two?
”
she told Lachlan mildly, sauntering out into the courtyard and right up to her husband and his former mistress.

“
God, there are
more
speeches?
”
Lachlan grunted, forgetting the awkwardness of the situation for a moment in light of the living nightmare that awaited him when he stepped back inside the castle.