Page 3 of Forbidden Desire
“I don’t know if I want to be a mother.” I met his gaze, trying to gauge his reaction. The last thing I wanted to do was upset him and land myself in even more trouble involving the public pillory and his mocking villagers. “Let alone so soon.”
“Well, of course, you do.” He laughed, shaking his head as if I was hilarious. “It is a woman’s greatest purpose to create sons, and I sense you shall provide me with many children.”
My brow furrowed. He wasn’t listening... as usual.
“But what if I am no good at the role?”
One of his hands rose to my face, cradling it in his palm.
“Do not trouble yourself with such things.” His tone was light but conveyed the warning—I was flying close to the sun, and he wanted this conversation to cease. “You shall bloom with the rewards of motherhood.”
That was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one who had to grow, carry, and give birth to a baby. Sensing his will harden, I abandoned the pursuit. Rasmie would have his way—as he always did—and the only method available for me to avoid his determined plan was to escape... somehow.
“Come now.” His fingers tipped my chin to meet his gaze. “Do not fret. Consider instead the indulgence that awaits you.” Lunging his hard length, he grazed my sex again, tipping me forward as his palms returned to my ass, splaying my cheeks.
“Maighstir...” He wanted sex. He always wanted sex, but damn it, since I’d been with him, I seemed to always flirt with sexual stimulation as well.
My clit skimmed his hard lines as he massaged my behind, the usual sense of powerlessness growing and taunting me into submission. I hadn’t known how hot surrender could be until Rasmie had rescued me from Charlie’s pawing hands and made me submit. The man who had once been my savior had taken me for himself, and as two of his fingers slid into my wet sex, I acknowledged just how captured I was. It wasn’t only the fetters or the wild, angry ocean beyond his shores that held me here, but the spellbinding glint in his orbs and the relentless pressure of our passion. Sometimes, I wondered if I could walk away from this scintillating connection, even if the sea parted to guide me back to the mainland.
“You’re ready for me,” he whispered appreciatively. “My nighean bheag is such a good wife.”
I clenched around his digits unthinkingly, knowing I was relinquishing, whether or not I liked to admit it. No one had ever made me feel this way. My body was like a musical instrument, and only he could read the score.
“Maighstir.” My tone was frantic as he pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy. “Please.”
“What do you need, nighean bheag?” His tone had twisted into the mocking timbre I had learned to loathe.
“You.” I couldn’t bring myself to admit what I truly coveted—that the throbbing at my clit was clouding my judgment and making it impossible to think clearly.
“Then you shall have me.” His fingers withdrew in a heartbeat, but before I could respond to the loss, he flipped me onto my back, pinioning me with his powerful arms. “Right now, nighean bheag.”
Springing forward, his cock found my entrance as though it was programmed to know the way, and one hard thrust was all it took to impale me. A guttural mewl escaped my mouth as he filled me, my body exposed as he deftly withdrew and slammed back into my sex.
“Rasmie!” I just about managed his name, the sensations wracking my body as confounding as the formidable palms holding me down.
“Yes, nighean bheag.” His lips curled as his shaft stroked inside of me. “Take all of me. Let’s give our son no reason to delay.”
My hips rose as he claimed me, my pulsing clit desperate for more of his attention. I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want him, but every time he took what he wanted, it was so good.
“Maighstir.” I struggled against his hands, frantic to be free as if his bed had become a symbol of our whole dynamic.
“Desiree.” He folded over me, pinning me down with his body weight while his hips drove his erection into me over and over. “Do not fight me, nighean bheag. You shall not win.”
Eyes fluttering closed, my head lolled back against the covers, accepting he was right. Whatever fate awaited me beyond this hour, this conquest was a victory I couldn’t grasp. He was too big to counter, too strong to resist. I was helpless, powerless to prevent his pursuit as he pumped more cum inside me.
Chapter Two
Rasmie
I LEFT HER CURLED IN my bed, her desire to relieve herself apparently forgotten. Smiling wryly, I glanced back to ensure her tethers were still in place before I left. Desiree had been with me for almost an entire full moon, but I couldn’t trust her yet. It was still too soon for that much faith. She would do as I bid, bear my son, and flourish under my guidance, but if she thought she could slip away, she could think again. I had been bereft after Vaila’s loss. The trauma of losing two wives was simply unthinkable.
Pulling back the furs, I found my private chamber empty, though noise from beyond drew my interest. I strode toward it, securing my attire as I made my way outside to find both of my brothers waiting for me.
“Maighstir.” Jeemie bowed his head at my approach. “We did not want to wake you.”
“Worry not, dear brother.” Lifting my hand, I offered him a smile. “I have a wife for that now.”
“Ah, yes.” Our younger sibling, Alban, shifted in place, his brow rising as I neared. “How is married life this time around?”