A Perfect Wife(14)

She’d missed this, missed them.

“How is it,” murmured Malcolm, ever careful.

“Mmmm,” she replied.

I’ll take that as an aye.”

Kiera lay on Duff’s chest, rising and falling with his breathing as Malcolm prepared her for his cock.

“Oh Lord,” muttered Duff. “I canna remember the name of the second cook.”

Startled, she lifted her head to look at him. “Why would you think of that now?”

“I am naming each person at Kinrowan to take my mind off the woman driving me wild just by lying on me. And if ye wiggle much more I’ll break my promise and ’twill be on yer head.”

“Nay, brother, ’twill be in her sweet puss.”

She lay back down, trying to be still. Her men took their promises seriously. It made them good leaders, good husbands, and they’d no doubt be good fathers. She squeaked when Malcolm added another finger.

“Are ye ready lass?”

“To come? Nay. I’ve had to lie still.”

“If ye sit up Duff can play with ye a bit.”

Duff helped her to sit perched on his belly. She gazed down at him.

“Have I told you how handsome you are?” One hand grasped her breast while the other went for her clit. She inhaled a gasp.

“I canna remember,” he replied. “Best ye do it again. What do ye like best of me?”

“Right now I like that you are a man of your word.” A finger wiggled on her clit. Her arousal jolted a hundredfold. “Oh! I like that!”

Duff did it again, pressing his finger above her clit and rubbing it rapidly back and forth over the ridge of nerves. She rose up to give him access. She heard a chuckle and a quiet thank ye from behind, and then Malcolm’s cock pressed against her. She was far enough forward that Duff was almost out. Not that it made much difference as both their cocks were large. Malcolm entered her an inch, and then stopped. She waited.

“Why aren’t you moving?” she demanded.

“I dinna wish to give ye pain.”

In response she relaxed her sphincter even more, pressing out as she backed onto his cock. She smiled to herself at the strangled gasp that came out of his mouth. Duff kept working her clit and her nipple, keeping her on the edge. A groan, and Malcolm pressed forward, filling her until his balls hit.

“Make it work for ye, Kiera,” whispered Malcolm.

Knowing they’d fight not to come before she did, she worked on taking her own pleasure. Unlike the last orgasm, this one built up slowly. Every murmur of their sweet words, every caress and pinch, added to it. It was there, just out of reach.

“Kiera,” said Malcolm in his deep laird voice. “Come for me, my sweet.”

Duff did something to her clit and lightning flashed through her. She straddled him, unable to breathe, unable to move. And then it hit, making her previous orgasm feel like nothing.

Malcolm held her hips steady as he entered her from behind. Duff did the same, thrusting from underneath. Both of them filled her, one after the other. Hands and cocks and words swirled around as her men pounded into her.

She distantly heard a bellow, a scream, and a roar.





Chapter Five




Lairds do not show their anger, or anything else, without a purpose.

Malcolm repeated MacKenzie’s words as he entered the bailey beside Colin, Duff trailing behind. They’d left Kiera sleeping on three pallets. Only when she closed her eyes and relaxed did he see the dark circles of exhaustion under her eyes. Exhaustion and remorse, blaming herself for what had been done to her.

Treating his wife badly was an insult, but he was virtually a stranger here. Yet Kiera was not just his wife, she had acted as Lady MacKenzie between her mother dying and her father marrying Silean Chisholm. This severity of insult to Kiera, and therefore her father, in the home she’d cared for, could have gotten a man flayed.

“I would like to be a spider in the corner when Laird MacKenzie discovers what has been done in his absence,” said Duff.

“I had no idea of this,” said Colin again. “Kiera tried to speak to me once but we were interrupted and I didn’t see her again.”

“What about Silean?”

“She hasn’t left her chamber as the babe made her belly erupt at all hours. As she had kin visiting I left her alone. I had a few wee things on my brain what with taking over for my father,” he added with a touch of sarcasm.

“What will ye do now?” asked Malcolm

Colin’s scowl eased. “I shall help you escort my dear sister to Kinrowan.”

“As Laird MacKenzie’s spy?” asked Duff quietly. His eyes shot daggers.

“My lord and laird will think I spy on Ross of Balnagowan.” Colin rubbed the silver pin at his shoulder with his cuff. “Like an adder he lies by a rock, so still you dinna see him afore he strikes.”