Conquer the Highland Beast: The Vampire Dylan Macgregor (Hearts of Darkness) (11 page)

“You risk a great deal teasing me, Evie,” he warned giving her his most menacing glare. His fingers gripped her hips, and he pressed his hard length against her soft belly. “Because you know, you’re flirting with a man teetering on a ledge, lass. I’ve become a desperate man waiting these long years for you to grow up.”

“As if you’ve waited—”

“Make no mistake, Evie. I may have taken my relief elsewhere, but it’s your touch I’ve longed for all these years.” He’d never wanted any other woman’s touch the way he’d wanted hers. His words soothed the frown from her forehead.

“I’m more than ready for you.” She ground against him, pressing the full length of her body to his, and her full breasts flattened to his chest. Her tight nipples rubbed into tiny points he wanted to taste. The heat from her body against his, her aroused scent rose, beating at his control as nothing else ever had or could.

He craved her, needed her like water or air. He’d had other women, plenty as she knew, but she was the only one he’d ever hungered for. The others knew his attentions meant nothing when he assuaged his lust with them.

Although they were poor substitutes for his Evie, he made sure each was thoroughly satisfied. Yet until that Beltane night, no one had ever sexually touched Dylan. Every female partner consented to having her hands bound, and permitted him to restrain them in exchange for the pleasure he bestowed upon them.

“What more are you waiting for, Dylan? I’ve been grown a long
time—and I’m ever so ready.”

Her inner light shone like a beacon for him. She was his light in the darkness, sustenance when he hungered, and his serenity when he was troubled.

“Evie luv, before we wed, I must reclaim my honor and yours. Only then, can we put our past behind us and start anew. I have nothing to offer you yet besides my heart.”

Pulling him down to her, she whispered in his ear, “Enough of this. Take me, Dylan.”

“Nay, not this time. ’Tis too dangerous,” he said, at first mistaking her meaning until she mentally shot him an image. Then he gasped, dumbstruck by the image. She was imagining his naked body thrusting inside hers, there in the meadow beneath the golden sun, and protected from prying eyes by the tall summer heather.

“Here?” he asked, and glanced around.

“Aye, here. Now. I’m not talking about the raid on Haruld.” Her hand reached beneath his kilt and gently cupped his balls. Then she trailed a finger up the length of him in a much too confident manner.

Shhhite
.
Blood pounded in his head and heat exploded in his groin. Air sucked into his lungs on a gasp when she moved up his shaft and gripped him in her hand.

“I’m eighteen years this month past, and I’ve waited long enough to sample what you’ve shared with others while claiming to love me—”

“Ach! You are the only woman I’ve ever cared for...the only person, if you want to be accurate,” he argued, but couldn’t help his face heating when she mentioned his dalliances with the older maids. “Lass, I want to give you back your home.”

“
Wheest! You are my home, Dylan. I don’t need land or gilt. Your heart is enough for me if your body comes with it.”

“My heart has always been yours, luv and if it’s my body you want, can you not see how badly it’s craving yours.”

He took a step back so she could see the way his erection tented his kilt.

She glanced down, moved against him, and grinned. “Then Dylan, I’ll not nag you about going after Haruld without me, if you agree to make me yours before you leave.” Her hand traveled over the tip of his shaft and gently stroked him.

Holy saints, he would burst and spill his seed in her hand if she didn’t stop her innocent exploration. Throwing his head back for control, he stilled her hand and begged the heavens for strength. No matter how much he wanted to stop her, he didn’t have the will power to remove her inquisitive fingers from his cock.

Shaking his head, he fought back his urge to throw her to the ground and bury himself groin deep in her hot, wet heat. Reminding himself she was an innocent didn’t do anything to quell his desire. Just the thought of introducing her to such an exquisite act and possessing her for always made him even more desperate to take her. Having her for always...aye. Was that what he wanted? What she really wanted?

He shook his head. “I’ll not take your innocence without a handfasting. I would not leave you in disgrace or a child without my name, should I not return.”

“Nay. Hush.” She shushed his lips with her fingertips. “Do not beg trouble.”

“When I return.” Dylan kissed her fingers then took both her hands in his. “We must tell Gareth right away, so he can prepare the ceremony.”

“Aye, Dylan, but you must agree to make me yours. Declare it now, here in this field under the sun—before the ancient gods, the old religion, and the new one—and then later we’ll tell Gareth and Aedithe.”

“Nay. I’ll not take your innocence before I return and make it proper.”

She released one hand, turned, and tugged him with her into the open field of flowers. He
followed, a prisoner of desire, unable to fight his own need. “Then teach me how to please you.” With lowered eyes, and a dimple denting one side of her mouth, she said, “Do not worry, sir. I’ll hold you to the handfasting when we return to the keep on the morrow, and when you return victorious—to the wedding one year hence.”

Evie dropped to her knees before him and lifted his kilt. Her lips nuzzled his groin before her tongue licked a long swipe up the length of him.

He threw his head back, groaning to the heavens as he took her head in his hands. He gripped her red curls between his fingers for purchase, holding back the urge to drive himself deeper. Oh, how he wanted to thrust between those lips, feel the wet slide into her hot mouth. Instead, he stilled her, holding her in place and cursed. “Damn lass, who taught you to do that to a man?”

She poked her head above the material of his plaid, licked her lips, and smiled. “The kitchen maids. I told them I planned to seduce you today, and they had all sorts of interesting suggestions. This one seemed like one I would especially enjoy.”

“You thought you would enjoy taking my cock in your mouth?”

“Um-hm.” Her large eyes rounded as he hardened even more and grew within her grasp. She stroked him in wonder and nodded. “I’d like to taste you when you release your seed.”

Her response sent sizzling sensations to his balls. She not only wanted to take him in her mouth, she wanted him to come in her mouth so she could taste him. What man wouldn’t willingly sell his soul for a woman with desires such as these?

“You’re a joy to my heart, Evie.” He ran a finger over her cheek. “And, you’ve a magical mouth, lass.”

“I’ve heard so much about your prowess with women, I wondered if they ever took time to pleasure you. I’ve longed to touch you for so long, I just want to kiss and stroke every inch of you. I promise to make it good for you.”

“Nay, lass. Never.” Considering no woman had touched him, everything in him wanted to let her do as she pleased. His body trembled. “Gods, woman, you’ll be the death of me.”

He pulled her to her feet and held her body close, gripping her hands behind her back in his, catching his breath, and reining in his self-control. He thanked the stars the woman he cared for so much was as lusty as she was beautiful and bright. “I’m a lucky bastard to warrant such desire from the woman I’ll take as my wife.”

He slipped one hand beneath her knees and picked her up, “For now, I’m too aroused to have you touching me in that way.”

Evie smiled as if gratified with his response. She wrapped her arms about his neck. “But I want to please you.”

“You please me just fine, lass. More than fine. I promise you can do anything you want to me, later. I’ll be pleasing you first. And
...well later, we can experiment with those other methods of love making you are so curious about.” He winked. “And perhaps a few others.”

Her eyes opened wide at his suggestion. “More than the kitchen
maids tell of?”

“Aye, I’ll venture the men in the lists have a great deal more experience to draw on.”

“Aye, you’re probably right.” Evie nodded and sounded a bit in awe of the possibilities. He wanted to laugh she was so delightfully innocent, but he wouldn’t dare burst the magic of the moment.

He took a few steps into the open, looking for just the right spot before he stood her up and spread his tartan. “Now stand there and don’t move while I undress you.”

She let out a little squeak but obeyed. “Then will it be my turn to undress you?”

Dylan chuckled. She was a delightfully enthusiastic student. It was going to be difficult to stay focused, what with her so eager to seduce him, he decided.

~~~~

After removing each other’s clothing, Dylan took control and positioned Evie on the tartan before joining her.

“Will you kiss me now, Dylan? My insides are shaking with anticipation.”

“Aye, sweetness. All in due time.”

Facing one another, he cupped her face in the palm of his hand and lightly kissed her. When she tried to take the kiss deeper, he pushed her onto her back. “Nay, allow me to lead this time.”

Without a complaint, she smiled. “Then get on with it. Dylan,
yer killing me with yer patience.”

Dylan saw her eyes glitter and couldn’t help wondering if his battle weary soul would affect her light. With her copper red curls spread out like the rays of the sun beneath her head, her beauty took his breath away, and any concerns he had disappeared with the blood from his brain.

Using a single finger, he traced the silhouette of her brow, down her nose, and paused at her lips. Gods, her lips tasted like honey and felt like the softest silk.

He leaned on an elbow and admired the view. The contrast of her hair against the green of the field, and the scent of the purple heather all around had him wishing he could preserve this moment in his memory for all time. Her naked pale skin blushed pink in the summer sun, and the tips of her breasts tightened into lush coral berries ripe
for the tasting when he leaned in and blew a hot breath over them.

She gasped waiting for him to do more, but he wanted to relish this experience—the feel of her hands on him, the unique scent of her need, the soft pastel beauty of her virgin body beneath the summer sky.

“Shush, lass. Watch how your body responds. We are going to take this slowly and savor each sensation. I have wanted you for so long, I don’t want to rush and miss sharing each pleasure with you this day.”

Evie’s eyes widened and she nodded. “You also will tell me what to do to enhance your enjoyment.”

Dylan chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. “My bonnie lass, everything about you pleases me. Looking at your beauty, smelling your sweet scent, tasting your lush lips—having your hands and lips upon me—everything is more pleasurable with you than I ever imagined.

“Aye, then I’ll follow
yer lead,” she said with a satisfied expression on her face.

“I’m going to prepare you…” he cleared his voice and swallowed hard, “for my size. Do not be concerned with what I do. It will make the experience easier for you when the time comes.”

“I’m not concerned. I trust you, Dylan.”

“Aye, but I have never done exactly this before, lass.”

Evie’s brow furrowed and she appeared confused. “I don’t understand. You are so heralded by the lassies—”

“Aye, but none of them was a maiden. I would not defile a virgin and bring disgrace upon my name.”

“You are the clan chieftain. It is your prerogative.”

“Nay. I would not take
that pleasure from the man who would wed the maid in the future. That moment belongs to the couple.”

“What of widows or the women who are taken in handfasting?”

“By our law, they are considered as maidens again. There is no disgrace in taking a widow or unmarried woman to wed, or I would not be risking your future doing this.”

“I would have you no matter, Dylan.”

“I would not. Have the maids told you, it will be painful and worse, if you aren’t properly prepared the first time? You are untried, tight, and I must ready you to take my dearth and length. I want you to enjoy your first time and remember always how I loved you thoroughly and well.

When he pushed into her tight virginal entrance for the first time, he entered her mind, ensuring himself she felt no pain and enjoyed a moment’s relief when he sensed nothing but her intense pleasure. He allowed her to catch her breath as he kissed her collarbone, nipped her earlobe, and captured her lips. Then attending her breasts again before he began the ancient mating rhythm, he ignored the pressure in his ballocks.

’Twas not but a moment before she wrapped her legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust, but he refused to come until she was ready to climax again. He hadn’t entered her with the gentle patience he’d intended, so it was vitally important she remember the experience with nothing but satisfaction. Dylan would make sure her memories were blissful so she would always look forward to a man’s touch.

While he was busy thinking about her pleasure, his responsive little lass caught him off guard, flipped him to his back, rode him to her own satisfaction, and then collapsed on top of him, breathing harder than he was.