Authors: Fiona Knightingale
SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (4 page)
“I’ll never leave Carden,” she said, looking up at him begging him to take her with her eyes.
“Princess,” Carden pulled back away from her and he could see the disappointment in her eyes, “I’m not finished. You need to understand, my people they are the Highlanders.”
Her legs fell off of his waist as she looked up at him. Her mouth was open, but she was making no sound and her eyes darted back and forth as if she were trying to comprehend what he was saying.
“Highlanders,” she mouthed without saying it. Carden sat up between her legs, he could see the wetness begging him to touch it, but he knew she was going to panic. There had been too many stories told about his people, they had taken part in too much horror over the years.
Carden looked at Zuzulla as she rose up to meet him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down on top of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, she was giving her body to him.
“I don’t care what or who you are. I want to be with you,” she whispered in his ear.
Carden lowered himself down onto his elbows and placed his hands in her hair. He looked into her eyes for only a second and saw nothing but the truth lay in them. Carden pressed his lips hard against hers devouring her like an animal that had not eaten in weeks. It had been so long since he had felt the warmth of a woman wrapped around his cock he was almost shaking with anticipation.
Carden moved his hips until his cock was in line with her entrance. He wanted her right then and nothing was going to stop him from making her his. He began to push into her slowly. He could hear her trying to control her breathing and knowing that he was causing her pain, he did not force himself inside of her.
He was gentle and caring. Looking into her eyes as he entered her body. When he was completely inside of her he slowly began to withdraw his cock. He could feel her pussy walls, adjusting to him, stretching in order to contain him. Carden let out a deeper growl than before it was going to take everything he had to contain the beast within him. To remain gentle but he was determined. It was not long before Carden was ready to cum and she felt his hot fluid pouring out of him inside of her body.
“It gets better,” Carden said once he had caught his breath, “the first time is the worst.”
He began to feel bad about causing her pain, he had seen a tear drop fall out of her eye, but he knew that from that moment she was his. Carden slid his cock out of her and sat up. She slowly sat up beside him, obviously sore from stretching to accommodate his cock. Carden lifted her hand, “You’re mine,” he said.
“I’m yours,” she said, smiling at him. Carden lifted her wrist to her mouth and bit it hard, sinking his teeth deep into her flesh. Zuzulla’s breath caught and then pleasure filled her body. It was almost as wonderful as the orgasm he had given her earlier. He slowly pulled his teeth out of her and licked at the wounds causing them to instantly heal.
“You’re marked,” was all he said. Intuitively Zuzulla knew the double meaning those words held. She was marked on the outside, and now his on the inside as well. They sat by the fire and ate their dinner. Once they were full they realized how exhausted, they were. They walked into the cave still completely naked and completely unashamed, curled up on the floor of the cave together and fell asleep, his protective hand resting on her stomach where his seed had taken root.
THE END
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The wind picked up suddenly and tossed the hem of her sundress north of her waist. Ashley clapped her hands down on top of it but not before she was certain that Clint had gotten an eyeful of her white thong from his vantage point on the porch. She turned to look at him and sure enough, he was staring right at her. She tried to smile nonchalantly but the look in his eyes said more than she was ready to hear.
Had he been any other guy on the entire planet, she could have turned that little accident into quite a fun evening. But she had to tread cautiously around this one. After all, he was the son of her mother’s new husband.
At the wedding a couple of years ago, she had caught him leering at her low-cut dress in between sneaking beers from the bar. His brown eyes always flashed fire when they got too close to her and she had tried to ignore the fire in her belly that flared up whenever she was near him. It was easier to keep her distance, but sometimes family functions made that very difficult.
Their parents were hosting a Labor Day weekend barbeque so their attendance was expected, depending on her class schedule and his training schedule. She was about to start her junior year in college and he was shortly headed off to Ranger school.
The afternoon was hot out by the pool and even her little sundress felt like too much clothing. Clint was obviously feeling some sort of heat as well, since he slowly stripped off his polo shirt, never breaking eye contact with her.
He had always been lean and fit but her eyes widened when she saw the results of his weight training from the last few months. His biceps were cut and his abs looked positively lickable. She tried not to drop her wet margarita glass. She knew he noticed the color rising in her cheeks but turned away anyway.
She faced the pool and tried to calm the butterflies that threatened to break a rib from the inside. After just a moment, she caught a whiff of outdoorsy musk and knew that was he was standing right behind her.
“Ashley?” It seemed even his voice had deepened since she saw him last.
“Oh, hey there Clint.”
“Don’t ‘hey there’ me. I just wanted to tell you I appreciated the show and thought you would appreciate one in return.”
Her cheeks blossomed pink. “Mine was an accident; yours wasn’t.”
“You saying you didn’t like what you saw?”
“What? No, I didn’t mean… Well, it’s not that… Oh crap. You know what I mean.”
He laughed, “I know exactly what you mean.”
He dropped into the lounge chair beside her and motioned for her to sit as well. She perched on the edge of the other chair and sipped at her drink.
“Looks like you’ve been working on your tan this summer.” He stared straight ahead as he tried to make conversation.
“A little here and there.”
“I’ve been working on the body.”
“I see.”
“Yes you did.”
“Clint! You know what I mean!”
“Oh c’mon now. If we were just two kids hanging out, you know we’d hit it off.”
Ashley sighed deeply because she knew he was right. They would have hit it off great and would have been one good-looking couple. But reality was not in their favor.
“Clint…” she began. “We’ve talked about this. You know we can’t…”
“Can’t what?”
“Can’t anything.”
“You saying you’re not interested?” He still had his sunglasses on and was not even bothering to look at her.
“I can’t answer that.”
“That’s an answer too.”
She sighed again and sucked the last of her frozen margarita through the tiny red straw.
“Easy girl, don’t pull too hard.”
“Clint…” He was a hopelessly horny guy. From the security of her sunglasses, her eyes swept from his toned legs across his rippled abs and all the way up to the wavy blonde hair.
“What if no one ever found out?”
“They always do.”
“But what if…”
She had had about enough of his questions and the margaritas had made her brain a little less than reliable. She stood up from her chair and turned to face his. She deliberately placed one foot on either side and bent over until she was right next to his ear.
As her firm breasts brushed his bare chest, she whispered to him, “You’d be screaming so loud that everyone would know.”
He sat there, open-mouthed, as she sauntered away and back into the house. He turned to watch, her long chestnut ponytail bobbing in rhythm with the swaying of her backside, and he groaned deep in his throat. He knew she was right but he could not stop the twitching under the fly of his khaki shorts.