Highland Wolf (Highland Brides, #10)(38)

Hardly aware of the little mewls of need and pleasure slipping from her lips, Claray withstood that as long as she could, and then slid her hands into his damp hair, and pulled his head back so that she could cover his lips with hers. Much to her relief, he gave in to her silent request and kissed her again, his mouth demanding and hungry as he palmed and squeezed her breasts, then alternately tweaked and rolled her nipples until her head was swimming with pleasure and need.

Claray was so caught up in the sensations he was raising in her that she didn’t realize he was lowering her to lie on the fur until she felt it press into her back as he came down half on top of her. His knee pressed between her legs then, rubbing against her and making her cry out into his mouth, and he did it again with the same result. Then his leg shifted and his hand replaced it, his fingers gliding through the folds to find her most sensitive spot.

Claray stilled briefly, and then began to suck frantically on his tongue as he began to rub his fingers gently over, then around, the treasure he’d found. Within moments she was panting, and writhing beneath him, some fine string inside her body tightening as taut as a bow. So caught up was she in that feeling that she hardly noticed when he broke their kiss and began sliding down her body, his mouth grazing over one breast and the other and then licking and nipping his way down across her stomach.

She was vaguely aware of him urging her legs to open wider, so that he could settle between them. However, it wasn’t until his fingers stopped their caressing and his head dipped down between her spread legs that she took notice. She was glancing down with confusion when he nuzzled his face between her thighs and lashed her most sensitive area with his tongue. When Claray gasped and bucked in shock, Conall grasped her upper thighs to hold her in place and pressed his mouth between her legs again.

For one moment, she was too stunned to feel anything else as he began to caress the sensitive nub with his tongue, and then suckled at the lips around it. But that soon passed as her body responded to his hungry feasting. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before, nothing she’d even imagined. It was all so raw and carnal and overwhelming and she didn’t know what to do. Claray was quite sure this was not something the church would approve of. He could not give her his seed like this. This was—

“Oh God,” she gasped, her thoughts scattering on the breeze as he began to suck on the most sensitive part of her. And then it became a mantra, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

She felt his finger push into her, and struggled against the hands holding her, wanting to move her hips, though she had no idea why, and couldn’t with him holding her down. He was still caressing her with his mouth even as he withdrew the finger. He then pushed in again and again until something inside of Claray snapped and she cried out breathlessly, her body suddenly thrashing as pleasure overwhelmed her.

Awash in the aftermath, little waves of pleasure still rippling through her, Claray was barely aware of what was happening when Conall shifted, scooped her up and carried her to the bed. She had a moment’s thought of Squeak when he bent to toss the furs aside and set her in it, but then Conall came down on top of her, his mouth claiming hers once more.

Stretching under him as he stirred the embers of her excitement back to life with but a kiss, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and responded in what was at first a desultory fashion, but soon turned more invested. When he then ground his hardness against her, she murmured excitedly into his mouth and let her legs fall apart so that he settled more comfortably between them and pressed more intimately against that part of her he’d earlier been caressing. The effect was most galvanizing, sending shock waves of need and excitement through her again as he ground against her in rhythm to his tongue thrusting into her mouth.

Claray groaned, arched and thrust into the caress with mounting excitement, and then his tongue withdrew and she felt something pushing into her again. But this time it was not a finger; it was much bigger, and painful as he tore through her maiden’s veil.

Conall’s mouth on hers muffled Claray’s pained cry as she locked around him like a vise. Her arms and legs were suddenly clenched in an effort to hold him in place and keep him from moving as she struggled with the shocking pain. Despite that, she suspected he could have kept going had he wished, but he didn’t. Conall remained still briefly, giving her a moment, and then broke their kiss that was no longer really a kiss anyway, and raised his head to peer at her with concern.

“I’m sorry, lass,” he got out finally, his voice a husky growl. “The first time is—”

Claray covered his mouth with one hand and shook her head. Ere she’d died, her mother had spoken to her about the first time a woman was with a man. At the time, she’d been bewildered as to why her mother would think she should when Claray was quite sure at that point that she would never marry. In the end, she’d just put it down to the illness affecting her mother’s mind.

However, she understood now that it hadn’t been the illness. Her mother had known this day would come and had wanted to prepare her. Claray didn’t need him to tell her that the pain was to be expected . . . and truthfully, it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it might be from her mother’s description. It was just in an area where that kind of pain didn’t usually occur. And she supposed that its coming in the midst of such pleasure made it more shocking as well.

Now that he wasn’t moving, however, the pain was fading quickly.