Land of Ice and Snow [Cairngorm Dragons 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

“I’m sure that I can organise the wedding in four days if that is acceptable to you?” Gudrin said. “We need only send messages to a few of the older ones who live retired. Everyone else who needs to be present lives in Alesund. Traditional dress will be worn so no need to wait for bride-clothes.”

Sigourney smiled as Axl and Lachlann looked at her. She knew they wouldn’t have the slightest interest in the planning, clothes, or the food. They would expect it all to run like clockwork, and she and her mother would ensure it did.

“Mother, we can discuss all this tomorrow. I’m sure neither Father nor Lachlann want to talk about clothes and arrangements.”

“Of course, my dear. Now go and get some rest. It’s been a tiring day.”

* * * *

Lachlann was in his bed, waiting in his room when Sigourney crept along the corridor and quietly opened his door. She closed it softly behind her and made her way over to the bed. She saw he was lying sleeping. She bent over him to plant a kiss on his forehead and found herself seized and soundly kissed.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Lie sleeping when I know you are coming to me? Never. We have made love only once, and my appetite for you is greater than ever. Now you are no longer a virgin, we can explore the many ways there are of fucking and giving pleasure.”

Sigourney’s eyes grew round. It was the custom in Alesund that maidens were given a small amount of instruction, but it was the husband’s pleasant task to teach his wife what he liked and to discover what pleased her. Sigourney had very much enjoyed her introduction to the art of love and now wanted to experience all her mate could teach her. She slipped out of her old woollen robe and lifted her night gown off over her head. She hear Lachlann’s swift intake of breath as she folded both and placed them on the chair. He was naked under the coverlet. She slipped into bed beside him, and he took her in his arms, cuddling her close. She breathed in his scent, the scent of her mate. She lifted up her face to be kissed. His hot mouth engulfed hers. She gloried in the sensation his lips produced in her cunt as he nibbled at hers. His tongue slid in, and she sucked it in deeper. He growled low in his throat, and she felt the vibration. His mouth left hers. He threw back the covers and began to lick and nip a trail down over her neck to her breasts. She was hot. She panted. Her breath came in gasps as his tongue approached her nipples, but he teased her and abandoned one breast to attend to the other. Her nipples were hard pebbles. She ached for him to suckle her, but he just chuckled and made her wait.

“Impatient little darling. Wait for your pleasure, and it will be well worth it, you’ll see.”

“Please, Lachlann, I need…”

“I know what you need. I know, too, that if you wait your pleasure will be all the greater.”

He continued to tease her as she arched her back and writhed in his arms, trying to get his mouth where she needed it most. Eventually he took one aching tip into his mouth. He nipped it between his teeth, and his tongue flicked back and forth over it. She heard her own sobbing moans and read his pleasure in all the sounds he was wringing from her. She had forgotten discretion. Her hands were fisted in the sheet, and she cared not who heard her cries.

“Yes, my little one, your cries are my reward. I love to hear them. We are mates and will wed. It matters not who knows we make love tonight.”

He returned to the task of suckling and driving Sigourney wild with pleasure. When his mouth left her other breast, she whined in protest, but he paid no attention. He licked a trail from her breasts, over her stomach. Finding her navel, he dipped his tongue into it, and she giggled. He continued to lick lazy circles down over her belly as far as her thighs. She expected him to take her clit in his mouth, but he had other ideas as he nipped and licked his way down one inner thigh and up the other. She heard him inhale in satisfaction as he neared her pussy.

“Ah your perfume drives me wild with desire. I need to taste you, my love.”

Two long fingers entered her cunt and massaged over the spot that had given he so much pleasure the previous day. He withdrew as she cried out with the almost unbearable pleasure he was heaping upon her. He looked at her as he licked his fingers then sucked them into his mouth and groaned in satisfaction.

“Sweet, spicy, and tangy, the taste of my mate. My love, I can’t get enough of you.”

His head dipped down, and he opened her labia with his fingers clamping his mouth on her clit he flicked the hood up with his tongue and stroked back and forth over the tender bud. He must have felt her orgasm approaching, so he slowed, and it retreated. He speeded up again and brought her close but didn’t allow her to fly over the edge. How many times he repeated it, she couldn’t tell, but when she was desperate and begging for completion, he took pity on her, and nipping her clit with his teeth, he sent her flying. Light exploded behind her eyelids, and the scream that tore from her throat left her hoarse. She’d thought that the previous evening was ecstasy, but tonight far exceeded that. Was this to be the pattern? Would he give ever more pleasure? Would she be able to stand it?

“My little dove, it will be a privilege to teach you just how much pleasure you can cope with.”

He held her close until the spasms and after-shocks had ceased and she lay quiescent in his arms. Tears leaked from her eyes, and he wiped them away with his thumbs.

“Remember that I feel the pleasure that I bestow on you, too. This is intense, but the dragon mating is even finer, my love.” She shook her head. “Oh you will endure it and come to crave it, too. Never doubt it, my little dove.”

“What of you, Lachlann? You bestow such pleasure on me. Show me what I can do for you. There must be ways to give you pleasure, too.”

She looked into his eyes and saw he was pleased by her question. She knew she was overly bold for a young maiden, but she wasn’t a very young girl as she would have been if she’d found her mate when the others did. She wanted to be close to this man, and she wanted to please him. She saw no reason to blush and prevaricate.

“Indeed not, my love. If you want to try something, then we will. You need not wait for me to suggest it. Nothing that you can say or do will stop me loving and respecting you. I relish your candour.”

She looked at his swollen cock with the drops of glistening fluid oozing from the slit. She stretched out her finger and dipped it in the fluid. Lachlann tensed and groaned as she smoothed the fluid over the head of his cock and caressed it. She bent to lick the head and dipped her tongue daintily into the slit. Lachlann rewarded her with groans of pleasure. Greatly daring, she licked and sucked at the fat swollen tip and then tenderly down the side, sucking at the throbbing vein. She used her hands and pumped up and down. She was so satisfied with the effect that she did it more vigorously. He moaned his appreciation. She bent to apply her mouth to his slit at the same time.

Suddenly she was lifted up and deposited on his cock. She gasped as the swollen head entered her wet and willing pussy. He arranged her legs on either side of his hips and showed her how to rise up on her knees and sink down again. Soon grasping the required rhythm, she rode him willingly. He took her pebbled nipples in his hands and tweaked, flicked, and pinched. She redoubled her efforts as his hips rose to meet her every downward motion. She rocked back and forth, clenching the muscles of her pussy to retain his cock deep inside her for as long as she could. He angled his hips to stroke over the sweet spot inside her. Her pleasure was intense, and soon she felt the approach of her climax as he stilled, and then the spurts of hot liquid from his cock filled her. She clenched her muscles around him and the lights exploded behind her eyes as her limbs shook in her release. She collapsed onto his chest and felt the hammering of his heart against hers. She lay in his arms and breathed in the scent of her mate, their combined sweat, and his cream. She was content as she had never been in her life before. She had found her mate, and he was all she had longed for. The added pleasure of feeling what he felt just made the experience so much more intense, and she wondered how a dragon mating could ever be better than this.

He chuckled and said, “Wait and see.” He would explain no more, and she was too worn out with passion to try and persuade him. He cuddled her close in his arms, and she slept.

* * * *

Lachlann let his dragon senses roam over his mate. He soon discovered what he wanted to know. Now he was safe and there was no danger of her being left disgraced. He had made her pregnant. She was small, so he had allowed two infants. They would be smaller, and so she would suffer less at the first birth. He was concerned for her, but after he had checked all the life-signs, he saw all was well. She was a dragon, too, so would know exactly how to care for and nurture the infants now planted in her womb. There had been no good reason to wait any longer. In four days they would be wed and go to Scotland with Hamish. It was best she faced that flight earlier rather than later. He wanted her in his own home as soon as possible and recognised she had been right to insist on going with him as his wife, not waiting here until he came to collect her. He had suggested that so that she could have the wedding and all the rest that all young girls desired, but he had reckoned without her stubbornness and the willingness of her parents to accommodate her desires.

Now she would have the wedding and go with him as his wife, and he was content it was so. Four days to get through and he didn’t think he was going to enjoy all the fuss that would be made. Maybe they could escape for a while and have an excursion to that island to the north that Axl had told him of. What was its name again? Iceland he thought Axl had called it. The hot mineral waters of the lagoon would be beneficial to them both. He’d speak to her on the morrow and get it put into the programme for the next four days. He licked his lips in anticipation as he thought of what could be done in a hot lagoon.

The next four days were tedious in the extreme for Lachlann. Hamish had quickly found a group of older ones who took him to their hearts, and he went every day to the meeting hall and spent the greater part of the day in conversation. Dragons arrived from far away, and when they had shifted to their human-form they were taken off to be accommodated in houses of relations or friends. Lachlann felt like a spare part. No-one needed him for anything. Axl had explained his own part and Lachlann’s, and that seemed to be very simple. The bride gifts were being deposited on tables lined up on one side of the hall, and that gave all the old ones plenty of food for gossip, reminiscence, and risqué jokes.

The afternoon before the ceremony was the one set aside for the trip to the hot mineral lagoon. Lachlann thought it would never arrive, but eventually he was flying beside his beautiful mate and heading for the island. When they got there, it was a barren place of rocks covered in moss. There was never a tree to be seen and so, to Lachlann, it was rather a sad place. They changed to human-form and looked around. The water was a pale blue, and steam rose from the hot springs that filled the lake. They stripped and slipped into the very warm water. They found that the mineral salts made their bodies more buoyant. Submerged to the neck in the warm water, Lachlann drew Sigourney close.

“I’m so glad you could get away this afternoon. I have missed you so.”

“I’ve missed you, too, but things have to be done in the correct way. We don’t want anyone saying the wedding was a rushed or hole-in-corner affair. My family is an ancient one, and people expect us to uphold the ancient traditions. There is enough speculation because I am not mating with one of our people. They do understand that the legend has been fulfilled, but the rest must follow the old ways.”

“Yes, my love. I know that, and I don’t complain or dispute it. You have shared my bed each night, and that has been compensation enough. Still I have missed you and wanted you to know that.”

“Time to show me how much.” Sigourney giggled as she said it, and Lachlann seized her by the waist and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses on her throat, all over her face, and on the pulse point where her shoulder met her neck. His mouth trailed kisses down to her breasts and took her hard little nipples into his mouth one by one, suckling hard as she loved and making her writhe in his arms. He lowered her little by little and felt his cock slowly find the warm, wet entrance to her cunt and slide in like going home. She moaned as he angled his hips, making sure she felt his erection slide over her sweet spot. Then he began to lift her up slowly until his dick almost left her pussy and slammed her back down again, sinking his erection as deep into her as possible, to her evident delight. He felt the familiar tingles low in his belly and held her close as his cock spurted his cream into her. She clutched him as her release overtook her, and her pussy muscles spasmed in after-shocks. They clutched each other tightly, and Lachlann allowed himself to sink beneath the surface, taking her with him. His softening cock slid out of her. He turned on his back and drew her to him, her back to his chest. She nestled her head on his shoulder, and he nuzzled her face.

“I am so happy that we are to have two little ones. I have always wanted children, and now I am to have yours, my love,” Sigourney said.

“You must make sure they are well nourished, and you have to eat well for their sake. You will take no risks with your person or theirs. You are all three so very precious to me. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I hope you understand that.”