The Selkie (21 page)

was a very bad scene.
”
She swallowed.
“
Put it this way. Angus let John know, in no uncertain terms, that he was to forget about me, to divorce me. John may have escaped with his legs intact that day, but he won’t be so lucky next time. He knows Angus will never let any man hurt his mate. Angus saved me. And then he made me his selkie wife, and now I’m having his selkie baby.
”
She put a hand on her swollen stomach and smiled at the unborn child.
“
I’ve never been happier, despite my screams of pain. You’ve seen the Kirks. This is one big baby.
”

Maggie reached out and hugged Elsie. Poor little Elsie who looked all of five feet tall in that massive bed.
“
So, this is all real? You’re telling me Calan isn’t lying about being selkie?
”

“
Calan, lie?
”
She made a face.
“
God, no. The Kirks may all be tremendous flirts, but they are all honorable and they protect their own. Calan would cut off his hand before he lied to you. He’s a good man.
”

“
But…
”

“
No buts, Maggie. It’s true.
”
She yawned and stretched uncomfortably under the covers.
“
This kid isn’t coming tonight. I can just tell. Calan’s music can be very persuasive. He must have convinced the baby to give me a little break. Can you tell my husband to come back in here? I miss that redheaded bastard, even if he did knock me up.
”

With another hug, Maggie got up and went to look for the others. She sent Angus in to Elsie. Upon hearing that she’d settled down for the night, the others dispersed. The parents moved into yet another room to read together. The other brothers headed outside to have a beer on the nearby beach.

Maggie approached Calan, feeling bold, deciding she needed to act before she changed her mind.

“
Maggie, love, are you okay?
”
he whispered, taking her hand.

“
Yes. No.
”
She gazed at him, knowing nothing other than she needed to be with him.
“
Is there some place we can go?
”

Calan’s face changed, reflecting his desire for her.
“
It’s a mite crowded in here. There’s an empty stable out back where Breannan used to keep a couple of horses.
”

She fisted her hand in his shirt.
“
Take me to the stable, Calan. Now.
”

Without another word, he did.

* * * *

They practically ran into the now-dark evening, passion illuminating their way to the old stable. Calan had hold of her hand, and she moved under his guidance as fleetly as if she could see each pockmark in the ground below them. She loved how her hand just seemed to fit into his strong one. Curious, she ran the tip of her finger along the webbing between his. Clearly aroused by this intimate gesture, he turned to look at her and stifled a deep groan.

They reached the stable and Calan threw open the creaking door. She felt rather than saw him rummage for something near the door. She heard a faint click and a flashlight lit up their surroundings. Calan turned the bright light away from her and toward the wall. He quickly found a few flannel blankets and a discarded cotton shirt. He tossed the shirt over the flashlight’s beam so the light wouldn’t be so harsh. Immediately a soft glow descended on the interior of the stable.

Maggie watched as he finished his hasty preparations. There were a couple of old bales of hay sitting on the ground. Calan covered these with the blankets. Even while covered, she could smell the sweet perfume of hay. Somehow, the fragrance only served to arouse her to a greater degree. She’d always had a fantasy of being taken in a stable, and it appeared that fantasy was about to come true.

Calan stopped what he was doing and looked at her. His lips slightly open, his eyes dark and hungry, he advanced on her, backing her up to one of the larger bales of hay. She could smell him now. Delicious man and leather, the sea and hay and desire. Totally scrumptious.

He cupped her face in both his hands, while one of his legs slid between her thighs. And then he kissed her. Not asking permission, just taking what she was so ecstatic to give. Devouring her. Gliding his tongue between her lips, opening her up to him. Claiming her as effectively as Angus had claimed Elsie.

And Maggie had never been so happy to be so vulnerable. She licked at his lips, putting her own stamp on his body, marking him in her mind. She leaned in to nibble at his full bottom lip and he pulled away, moving his mouth out of her reach. She leaned in farther, tried to kiss him again, and once more he retreated. She looked up at him in question. Calan grinned at her like a fiend.

“
You tease,
”
she whispered with a smile.

“
Just trying to make you want me, lass,
”
he murmured, his hands probing her lower back. He moved his right hand over her ass, and she felt his middle finger slide along the center seam of her jeans, between her cheeks.

Her entire body erupted into flames.

“
You do want me, don’t you?
”
he whispered.

Maggie could only nod. Her voice had escaped her the moment she felt his finger in her ass crack.

Seeing that she was temporarily incapacitated, Calan stepped back. Her body felt so cold without his touch. Luckily, she started to warm up again when she saw him begin to strip. He took his time disrobing. He toed off his biker boots and peeled the leather jacket off his shoulders, his gaze always on her. These items he tossed onto another bale of straw. Teasing her, he slowly removed his T-shirt, lifting it casually over his head. She watched as his dark hair lifted with it, and then cascaded back down over his shoulders.

She wished she could lie down and feel those silky strands all over her body.

Grinning, reading her mind as well as ever, Calan unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. As he stepped out of them, he kept his hooded eyes trained on her. His expression redolent of sex and pulsing, screaming desire. As he threw the last articles of clothing behind him, she took in the long, lean lines of his form. The strong thighs, the perfect round behind. His mouthwatering erection.

He turned to her, crooked a finger in her direction, and said,
“
Come.
”

She did. She walked over to him with no hesitation at all.

He kissed her again, letting his nude body graze against hers, allowing her to feel the swell of his cock against her belly. He then motioned for her to lie down on the hay bale, which she did.

Lying there, completely at his mercy, Maggie watched him approach. Watched in delight as his sexy body moved for her. Only for her.

He stood in front of her and wedged himself between her legs. And proceeded to

undress her.

He yanked off her Wellies and socks, and then turned his attention to her jeans. She couldn’t wait for him to pull them off. They felt like a denim prison, one she needed to escape. He tugged at the snaps and pulled them slowly from her body, stopping only to lay a soft kiss on her exposed belly, to lick at her thigh, to nip at her calf. Once the hated jeans were off, he disposed of her shirt and bra.

In that moment, Calan’s gaze roved over her breasts and he looked as if he wanted nothing more than to capture her nipples in his mouth. But he held back, eyeing her panties. He wasn’t done undressing her.

Finally, he ripped the panties from her, leaving her stark naked on the bale. Calan was standing still, inspecting every last inch of her with great appreciation. She felt the goose pimples rise on her skin as his gaze traveled lower and lower on her body. She knew she should feel self-conscious.

But she didn’t. She felt like a princess on parade. There for his viewing pleasure.

He reached out a finger and traced her areola, bringing her nipple to a stiff point.
“
Now, if I’d only seen your fascination for stables before, I would have brought you here from the start.
”

He leaned over and took her nipple into his mouth, laving and gently abrading the little nub until it was bright rose in hue. Maggie held his head to her breast and let her legs open under his delicious weight. His cock felt huge and eager, thick muscle under supple skin. He ground himself against her pussy, and the friction of skin on skin only aroused her further.

Calan reached a finger toward her slit.
“
Fuck, you’re so wet.
”

With that, his hands were all over her. Palming her breasts, caressing her rib cage. Torturing her pussy with eager fingers. Maggie watched, splayed open on the blanket before him, needing him to finish agonizing her and just be inside her.

God, she needed him inside her.
“
Calan.
”

“
I’m coming, lass,
”
he grunted. But, rather than sink deep inside her, he surprised her by flipping her belly down onto the bale.
“
As it happens, Maggie love, despite all that food at the pub, I could still eat.
”

He knelt on the floor, situating himself between her legs again, and drew her bottom toward his face. Gripping her by her ass, he thrust his face into her cleft and licked. Maggie grasped the edges of the bale, insane with pleasure, as he ate her pussy from behind. Over and over, his tongue penetrated her slit and slid through each wet fold. She’d never felt wetter and more aroused, and gasped as he drank up each last drop of her womanly essence.

He was insatiable, and Maggie didn’t think she’d ever felt anything so decadent.

Until his tongue moved toward her ass.

He planted a soft kiss on each of her ass cheeks, and then he retraced his steps and nibbled the fleshy globes. Not an inch of skin there was left untouched or unkissed. He ran his tongue along the seam joining her cheeks to her thighs, and then made his way leisurely toward her crack. Maggie held her breath, never dreaming anyone would caress her so intimately.

She realized she’d always wanted to be touched this way. Once, sheepishly, she’d mentioned the idea to Matthew, who’d only grimaced and called her desires
“
dirty.
”
But there was nothing dirty about the way Calan was licking and kissing her. It made her feel

closer to him than she’d ever felt to anyone else. He now knew her body better than anyone knew it, probably even her, and she felt completely cherished and loved in his hands.

Loved.

She wondered that the thought should spring so easily into her thoughts, but it felt right. Allowing Calan to love her felt right, and she wanted nothing more than to return the feeling, to hell with his possible insanity. She didn’t really care anymore. She just wanted to be with this man who managed to surprise her and make her feel secure all at once.

And she didn’t ever want him to stop doing what he was doing with his tongue.

Within moments, the softness of his tongue was replaced by the pricking of his teeth. He gently grazed her flesh, tugging and sucking on her cheeks, moaning the whole while. His bites grew sharper, making her catch her breath. She clutched the straw in anticipation, while he continued to nip at her ass. She gasped, and accepted him, submitting to this tender invasion of such an intimate place.

And then, when Maggie thought he’d finished with this play, Calan slapped her bottom, making it sting. She was about to cry out, in pleasure, only in pleasure. But before she could say anything, he bit her. Hard.

Maggie froze as she felt his teeth break the skin on her right ass cheek. Part of her wanted to reach behind and slap him. Mostly, she just wanted to lie there and have him do it again, it felt so good. So right.

She felt him lean back and take a breath, felt his hand smooth the spot where he’d broken the skin. And then all she felt was his tongue again on the same spot, gently soothing. Sweet, warm flicking movements around the little wound. At the same time, his hand came around to play with her clit, echoing the movements his tongue was making on her ass.

As the first of several orgasms that night reduced her to mush, she lay in his arms, unable to move or reciprocate. Eventually, he removed his lips from her skin. He turned her gently around, sat on the bale and pulled her into his lap, making her straddle him. Her head fell onto his strong shoulders, and she breathed him in. He smelled of the sea. He smelled of her. He smelled wonderful. She embraced him with all the strength she had left, which wasn’t much.

Calan laughed, and her chest moved as his rumbled.
“
Don’t tell me you’re worn out, dear heart. I’m not done pleasuring you,
”
he threatened in silky tones.

“
Please,
”
she managed to spit out, not even sure how she was planning to end her sentence.

He gripped her hips and guided her to his cock. She looked down between their bodies. It seemed bigger than ever, formidable. However, there was no hesitation on Calan’s part as he positioned her above him. Holding her there, he whispered,
“
Maggie, look at me.
”

She did. And he impaled her on his body.

As her voice escaped as a near sob, she threw her head back down on his shoulder and held him tight. Calan would have none of it.
“
Woman,
”
he commanded,
“
I said, look at me.
”

She lifted her eyes toward his and kept them trained on him as he fucked her hard. His eyes were large and dark and full of adoration for her. A faint sheen of sweat broke