He felt her relax and open up. “That’s it. That’s my girl.” He began to pump in her. Soon, he felt her answering movements. ‘Twouldn’t take long for his climax to overtake him.
He concentrated on her, servicing her clit, whispering endearments, feeling her orgasm build.
His balls were near to exploding when she began to pant. “Come,” he told her, “come now.”
When she shuddered and wriggled, she drove him over the cliff. Grabbing hold of her shoulders instead of her hips, he kept her captive as he drained his balls into her hole.
He held her for a few moments, because he could. Then, after he pulled out, he cradled her with the protective tenderness she deserved.
His woman.
His
woman.
She’d know it soon enough.
Logan called out a greeting as he returned to the cottage.
There was a caretaker’s cottage a small distance away where Logan lived. The man had excused himself to cook their evening meal. He hadn’t wanted to disturb Sinead, and he preferred cooking in his own kitchen. As he’d often said, his knives were far better than the ones Jack kept in his cottage.
Sinead excused herself to clean up while Logan set the table and Jack uncorked a bottle of wine to complement Logan’s speciality—lamb curry.
She joined them, damp tendrils of hair curled at her nape. She donned another cheeky T-shirt, one about so many men, so little time. But she’d worn a skirt.
“Bend over so I can see you’re bare beneath.”
She bent and saucily flipped up her skirt and let him drink his fill before taking her seat.
Lord, she would be the death of him.
Jack enjoyed the meal, one sub seated to his right, the other to his left. He could see his future like this…the vixen fighting him at every turn, his manservant providing comfort.
After Logan and Sinead had tidied up, refusing his offer of help, they joined him in the living room. Jack refreshed the wine, draining the bottle.
“Sinead wishes to return to the mainland tomorrow,” he told Logan. “So we’ve got tonight.”
“Aye, Sir.”
“Wait…” she said. But even as she protested, her cheeks flushed red. “Both of you? I didn’t really know you were serious.”
“You know your safe word.”
“’Tisn’t seemly.”
“No,” he agreed. “Nor is it boring. Now take off your clothes.” Jack looked at Logan. “Both of you.”
He fed the fire while his submissives dutifully removed their clothing.
Both stood with their backs to the fire waiting his command. There wasn’t a more lovely sight. Two beautiful humans, one rugged and hard, the other feminine and soft, waiting for his pleasure. “We’ll go in the bedroom,” he said. “Logan, fetch a pair of tweezer clamps for Sinead. I believe we have lubricant from earlier.”
“Aye, Sir.”
Jack followed Sinead into the bedroom. “Kneel up.” He knew she found comfort in his commands, it allowed her a respite from arguing and from thinking. Who was he fooling? It allowed him a respite, as well.
Logan entered almost immediately with the clamps.
“These are lightweight,” he told Sinead. “Your nipples are already sensitive, so you don’t need anything too intense. But this will just add a little extra pleasure.” He gently squeezed her nipples and she moaned quietly. “You’re so responsive. Any man who won’t give you what you want and desire is a fool.” He affixed the clamps and she wavered a bit. “You’re all right?”
She nodded. “Just near an orgasm again, Sir.”
He smelt her arousal and wanted her again. “Logan, on the bed.”
The man pulled back the bedcovers and lay on his back.
“Take him in your mouth, Sinead.”
Sinead crawled up onto the bed and sucked Logan into her mouth. His own cock hardened just from the sight. When the man was hard, Jack put his hand in her hair and eased her away.
He grabbed a couple of condoms from the nightstand. He gave one to her. “Put it on Logan.”
Her hands shook a bit as she opened the package and pulled out the condom. “I’ve never done this before,” she confessed.
“I’ll be patient,” Logan promised.
Jack shucked his clothes while she rolled the condom down the man’s length.
Finally, she looked up at him. “Lower yourself on him,” he instructed. “Assuming you’re lubricated enough?”
She laughed a little tightly. “I’m wet, Sir.”
“Good.” He joined them on the bed. He held her around the waist while she lowered herself onto Logan’s throbbing cock.
Then he knelt, knees wide, above Logan’s head so she could suck him hard, as well.
She lowered her head towards his cock without being told and lapped up the pre-ejaculate.
“Ride him,” he told Sinead. “But do not come, either of you. Logan. If you need a cock ring, just ask. I’ll go easy on the punishment for the favour.”
“Indeed I will, Sir.”
He closed his eyes for a few seconds while she gave him a blowjob. A lot of women didn’t get the right amount of pressure, right there, beneath the head, but she did. And she used her hand perfectly as well.
If she thought he was ever letting her go, she was mistaken.
When he was good and hard, he took her head between his palms and moved her away. “It wouldn’t do for me to spill my load when I told Logan he couldn’t come, now, would it?”
“I do like sucking you, though, Sir.” She licked her upper lip for emphasis.
“Sheathe me, sub.” He grabbed a condom from the sheet and handed it to her.
“Having you there makes me want to suck your balls, Sir,” Logan said.
“Easy,” Jack cautioned. “I’m only human.”
After she sheathed him—and wasn’t her grip sure and sexy?—she smiled shyly.
“You’ve had me up your arse,” he told her. “But it will be different with both of us.”
She nodded.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Chapter Eleven
She was unable to believe this was happening. She was with two men, one of them filling her pussy, keeping her on the knife edge of sensual fulfilment.
Logan’s penis was beautiful. While it wasn’t a long as Jack’s, it was thick and heavily veined. She rode him, mindful of Jack’s orders that neither of them come.
Jack moved behind her. She felt his finger seeking entrance to her tightest hole. He was right, this was different. Already being full made the other seem nearly impossible.
Jack seemed to reach the same realisation.
“Sinead, get off Logan. Logan, keep your cock hard.”
He positioned Sinead on all fours. She reached for Logan’s cock, placing her hand on his, stroking him.
Relentlessly, despite her mewls of protest, he continued to enter a little, pull back, then start again, going deeper each time.
Logan reached up and fingered her pussy. “Yes! Thank you. She needed that, needed the distraction and pleasure.
“Almost there,” Jack told her, his hands on her shoulders. “Almost there.” He thrust forward.
She screamed and lost her balance, but Logan was there to catch her, to continue to tease her, despite her death grip on his shaft.
“Good girl,” Jack approved.
His approval was all she needed to completely relax.
“Let me inside you,” Logan said.
Which meant, in other words, let go of his cock.
With Jack’s guidance, she maneuvered her body into place.
“Slowly,” Jack urged.
With her Dom filling her rear, she slid down Logan’s length. She was breathless, ragged. Two men inside her both filling and stretching her.
Perspiration dotted her body.
She wasn’t sure she could do this. Every muscle tensed and her breathing became a bit irregular.
“Let go,
M
uirnín.
”
“Finger your pussy,” Logan urged.
She did, allowing the men to support her.
Then it was as if magic happened. She stopped fighting herself. She surrendered to the sensations. Climax after climax claimed her as her body was stretched and tormented and pleased. She felt hands on her everywhere, supporting her, teasing her. She’d never imagined anything like this could exist.
“You may come at any time, Logan,” Jack said, as if from a great distance.
She felt the explosion of Logan’s climax, his pulsing, his shudder. The sheer physicalness of it made her come again.
Jack held her firmly then he thrust up inside her high and deep and grunting as he climaxed.
She was spent.
She collapsed on top of Logan; he stroked her hair, soothing her, complimenting her.
She was hardly aware of the men moving around, changing positions, but she realised she was on her side with a cold cloth placed against her entire private area.
She dozed, and when she woke, she was in her Dom’s arms. Weak moonlight hit the window, and he pulled her against him.
“I’m not letting you go.”
For the first time, she didn’t protest. In this moment, she didn’t want him to let her go.
Dawn was streaming through the window when her mobile rang. She was tempted to ignore it, but she wasn’t wired that way.
Blinking herself awake, she tossed back the sheets and headed for the living room.
Jack followed her, wrapping the robe around her shoulders.
She checked the caller identification screen. “It’s My cousin, Mary.” She cleared her throat and answered.
“Sin, sorry to bother you.”
“You’re never a bother.” She realised Mary probably thought she was still in the States. “You can call me any time.” She snuggled into the robe and Jack’s silent support. “What’s going on?”
“You’ll think I’m a ninny. And I wouldn’t have called unless, well, unless you called the other day.”
“You’re not a ninny.” Mary was never one for overreaction. She was the steady one in the family, the least prone to flights of fancy.
Jack moved off, towards the kitchen and, hopefully, coffee.
“Well, I found a silver comb. Or rather, your ma did. She didn’t want me to tell you.”
She sank onto the settee.
She might not believe in curses, but she wasn’t one for coincidence either. “I’ll be home soon,” she promised.
“Your ma will have my head for telling you.”
“She won’t know,” Sinead promised. “Your secret is safe with me.” After a couple of minutes of chitchat, they rang off.
She put the robe on properly and wrapped up in it.
Jack brought her a cup of coffee, heavy on the cream.
“I’ll marry you,” she said, accepting the cup and taking a sip. Not only had he got the cream exact, he’d also added enough sugar. She couldn’t fault the way he tried. She could only fault that she had to go through with this. “If you’ll have me.”
He crouched in front of her. He was all man. Well, that wasn’t the total truth of it. He was all Dom.
“What’s happened?”
She felt numb. “My mother found a comb.” She took a sip of the coffee and shook back her hair. “It probably means nothing, but I can’t continue like this. I found one. Your grandmother found one. There was one in Maeve’s car, in your mother’s car. If there’s any chance my sacrifice can make a difference, I will do it.”
“Marrying me would be a sacrifice, would it?”
His eyes registered the shock of hurt.
“I’m sorry. That was thoughtless. I didn’t mean it to sound that way.”
“Be certain of what you’re saying, lass. If you marry me, there will never be a divorce. I’ll fight you through hell and back.”
“I understand.”
He took the cup from her. “Not exactly the way I’d imagined this happening.”
“I’m a modern woman.” She forced a small smile.
“I’m not a modern man, I’m afraid. We’ll sort it out. But be very clear on this. You’ll marry me, Sinead?”
As if there had ever been a choice. Eight hundred years had led to this moment. Every event, every decision, every twist of fate. She didn’t feel jubilant. She felt trapped.
* * * *
“Do you need to be spanked?” Jack asked.
She’d learned a one-finger response in America. Right now, she was sorely tempted to use it.
“Maybe I should lick your cunt? You’re much more compliant after that.”
He took her breath away.
He stood in the entrance to his suite at his grandmother’s house, a broad shoulder braced against the jamb. He wore a dark suit that made his eyes even more staggeringly blue, like a sunrise over a cold mountain peak. He was devastatingly handsome. “The priest is waiting.”