Blood of the Highland Moon

Chapter 11: Sinking Into Flesh

Eallair…

“Or what? Are you going to turn into the bloody mongrel you are?” She bit out.

“Lass, I am warning you.”

“Bloody, flea bitten, dirty mutt! I bet you drag your a** like a bloody dog, too! Mongrel!” The spill of insults continued from Catriona’s mouth.

“Lass, you’d best be still.” I warned.

“Or what you bloody mutt? Why don’t you go fetch a stick or chew your a**? I know, go roll…” I quickly cut off her insults with my mouth on hers. Backing her up, I pinned her to the door behind her. I didn’t pull back this time.

Her hands fisted in my shirt and I said against her lips. “Are you going to stop?”

“Mutt.” She hissed and pushed against my chest. I growled against her mouth and pressed into her. She nipped at my bottom lip, nearly pricing it with her sharp fangs.

My hands slid over her body, over her rounded hips and up to cup her breasts. She moaned into my mouth and arched against me.

“Tell me no, lass.” I nipped at her throat. I would give her the chance to stop this.

“You bloody mutt.” Her voice was husky and laced with doubt.

“Lass you are not convincing me to stop.” I nipped at her ears and kneaded her breasts.

“Mongrel.” She hissed as she pulled me closer to her warm body.

I opened the door to what was somehow my room and we stumbled inside. I closed the door and put her back to it again. “Last chance, tell me no.” My lips were still pressed to hers.

“Dog.” She held my face close and didn’t stop kissing as she hissed the insult. I picked her up and carried her to my bed. She had wrapped her legs around me. I pushed her back on the bed and pulled at the laces of her gown, loosening it enough to pull it off of her.

She pushed at my shirt, her luminous moon colored eyes practically glowing. I pushed her hands away and ripped my shirt over my head and climbed onto the bed over top of her. She pulled my face to her and locked her lips to mine. I began yanking up her skirts, pulling away from her; I ripped the dress over her head. Within seconds we were both naked.

I moved her further onto the bed and continued to roughly caress her body as she did mine. She dragged her nails over my skin and arched into me. I lifted her knees and brushed my c**k against her slick flesh. She shuddered and arched into me.

I growled and quickly began pushing into her. She was tight and I pushed even further into her. She froze and her hands tightened on my shoulders. That’s when I realized she was still a virgin.

I began to ease back but she wrapped her legs around me. “No, don’t stop.”

“Are you sure lass?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Yes.” To prove her point she arched, pushing me further into her.

“It will hurt lass.” She pulled me to her for another kiss. I began a slow pump of my hips until she adjusted to me enough for me to break her virgin wall. I pulled back and gave one quick thrust to break the small barrier.

Catriona's P.O.V.

Pain flooded my vision and I let out a muffled cry as Eallair thrust into me. He was holding still and searching my face as the pain faded from my vision. I lifted my hips to make him move and brushed my lips across his shoulder. He began moving again and a slow build of pleasure filled me. My hands were all over his broad, well-muscled body. His lips were nipping at my throat, my ear, kissing my face. Our breathing heavy, I moved with him and was unable to contain my cries of pleasure.

A tight knot began to form in my center. My body began to quiver, pleasure filling me. I cried out and sank my fangs into his neck as my body erupted in a shattering pleasure I was sure would kill me. He gave a low growl, pumped twice more, and sank his fangs into me as he spilled inside my core.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavy. He kissed my neck, close to my collarbone, where he’d bitten me. “I’m sorry; I did nay mean to bite you.”

“Mutt.” I breathed and ran my finger over the puncture wound in his neck from where I’d bitten him. He growled against my shoulder. “You are not rabid are you, after all, you did bite me.”

He pushed himself up and glared down at me. “Do you never stop lass?”

“Why should I?” I asked as I lick his blood from my lips. His eyes followed my tongue and his member twitched between my legs. “You’ll be happy to know you don’t taste like wet dog.”

“Oh?”

“What do I taste like?” I began to feel nervous, lying beneath his large body, my blood on his lips.

He smiled. “You tell me.” He said as he leaned down and kissed me. I groaned into his mouth as I suckled my own blood from his mouth. His hands began to knead my breasts, tweaking the n*****s and rolling their weight. “Do I taste as good as you do, Catriona?”

“No, you taste better.” I said against his lips. “I want more of you, now.” I demanded. He thrust quickly into me, filling me completely. “Bloody hell mutt, don’t stop.” I breathed just before sinking my teeth into his throat again. The hot liquid poured over my tongue and down my throat, sweet and tangy, like aged wine. His hips pumped rapidly, in and out, in and out, my body building tension, my pleasure peaking.

He growled as he spilled into me, the muscles in his throat contracting around my throbbing fangs as the muscles in my core contracted around his throbbing member.

Then his teeth sank into my shoulder once more, a sharp pain only heightening my pleasure. My teeth slid out of his neck and my head fell back as a moan escaped my throat. He groaned and slid his teeth from my throat. He rolled over and pulled me with him. I lay, breathing heavily, with his arm wrapped around me, holding me to him.

I watched as he licked his lips clean of my blood then smiled. I was kissing him before he could fully clean the blood from his lips, mixing mine and his together, I licked the mixture, and then slipped my tongue into his mouth. He groaned again and wrapped both arms around me. His tongue speared into my mouth and the two of us fought for dominance. Feeling him harden yet again I adjusted my hips and slid him inside of me yet again. I was starved both for his blood and the pleasure I hadn’t known existed. I began to move, trying to mimic the rhythm he’d used, seeking the pleasure it had created.

Eallair's P.O.V.

Catriona lay with me, using my arm as a pillow, as the sun came up. Every part of my body ached, my neck felt bruised and numb from the number of times she’d drank from me the night before. We’d spent hours having s*x until neither of us had been able to move. I smiled to myself as I looked at her tousled raven hair. The lass was insatiable and a spit-fire. I felt myself harden again as I thought of last night.

I nuzzled her ear and kissed her neck as I kneaded a breast. Running my hand down her stomach to the junction between her thighs, I slid a finger inside her and asked, “Are you awake, lass?”

“Mutt.” She mumbled and readjusted herself ever so slightly, dislodging my finger. Her bottom leg lay straight; the top hitched up and bent at the knee.

“Do you not remember where that led last time you said that, leach?” I said as I raised up and leaned over her. Her eyes opened and she turned her head slightly to look at me. “Let me remind you.” I said as I grabbed the leg that was bent at the knee and pushed it up a little higher and leaned forward until my c**k began to press into her. I began pumping into her hot, wet core as I leaned forward and captured her mouth with mine. Her moans poured into my mouth as I thrust. I groaned as her core spasmed around me, causing me to spill into her.

I rolled over onto my back, breathing heavily. A knock sounded on my door followed by Alex’s frantic voice. “Eallair, Catriona isn’t in her room.”

Just as the door began to push open I flew across the room and held it shut. “You open that door and I’ll bloody kill you.” I growled.

“But Catriona is missing!” He said on the other side. I glanced back at the bed to see that she was franticly pulling on her clothing.

“Bloody hell.” I mumbled. “It’s alright, she is in here with me,” I paused for a moment then gave him a quick lie, “the lass and I are having a little chat.”

There was silence for a moment then a small laugh. “In that case, I’ll have Gwen bring the two of you breakfast.”

I let out a breath and dropped my hand from the door. “Bloody hell, that man can sure get in the way.”

“You bloody ass dragging mongrel!” Catriona hissed as she threw a pillow at me.

“What did I do?” I asked as I attempted to dodge the pillow.

“What did you do? You’re standing bloody naked at your door, with your cousin fetching us breakfast!”

“Yes.” Confusion filled my head as I looked at her. “I don’t see what the problem is.”

Her jaw set, she looked down and began to fix her dress. “He is going to tell the whole bleeding castle what you did!”

“What I did? No lass, what we did. I didn’t force you into my bed, you came willingly. As I recall, you quite enjoyed it.” In an instant I was across the room and standing in front of her. “I have the bruises on my neck to prove it.” I said just before I kissed her.

She resisted only for a moment then her hands were in my hair, holding me to her. Her fangs were sharp as my tongue slipped into her mouth. Her delicate body pressed against mine and I was hard and aching for her again, even though I’d just had her. I wrapped my arms around her, lifted her easily off the floor, and carried her to the bed she’d just left. Her lips broke from mine for only a second as she nipped my lip, drawing blood. We both groaned as blood filled both our mouths.

I had just begun tugging up her skirts when she pulled away from my kiss. “Eallair, the door.”

It took me a moment before I realized why she was concerned. I kissed her soundly then threw the bolt on the door before returning to her. “There, now no one will be able to disturb us.” Before she could protest my lips were pressed to hers, I pulled up her skirts, and sank myself into her body.