McKinnon's Bride - Laird's Love Vol. 1

The Wedding Night

"You will bar the stairs," Bryce murmured to Donovan.

Around them, the hall was filled with laughter and good cheer as the drinks flowed and the music lit the air. On his other side, Josephine clapped with joy as one of Bryce's men performed for her. Under her gaze, each of his men had turned to trained puppies – they'd pulled out all the stops to please her.

"Aye," Donovan responded. He'd known the request would come after his misspoken words earlier. If the very thought of another taking Bryce's place caused that feral reaction, then there would be no chance the man would permit another to see his bride unclothed. Bryce nodded and then turned to Josephine, resting his hand upon her knee as he leaned to her ear.

"Let us away," he enticed, pulsing his hand.

His wife's cheeks turned a beautiful rose as she nodded slightly and moved to stand. Bryce clapped Donovan on the back and then grabbed Josephine, pulling her up into his arms again. She let out a rush of air and then chuckled lowly.

As Bryce exited the hall to the back, several of his men came forward. Donovan, however, had anticipated his Laird's request. He gave the nod to two trusted men, who closed ranks at the exit upon their Laird and Lady's departure. A ruckus began, but Bryce ignored it as he carried Josephine upstairs.

In his chambers, Bryce closed the door and barred it, noting with satisfaction that the room's fire had been stoked. It was overly warm for those clothed, but would be perfect for those without. It was a stated which he and his bride would soon be in.

Walking to Josephine's back as she faced the flames, Bryce's large hands worked the laces of her gown. It slid softly over her, leaving a chemise that was backlit by the yellow of the fire. With her red-gold hair, she appeared every bit the gem her uncle had called her.

Shifting the ringlets his sister had helped to put in her hair aside, Bryce lowered his lips to the flesh of her neck. Josephine shivered in response, her indrawn breath a call to Bryce's baser instincts. His hands, aching to touch, reached around her, clasping her waist to pull her against his chest.

"Bryce," she whispered, the sound echoing in his mind. It was full of want and acceptance.

Although he knew her to be innocent, his Josephine did not seem afraid of their wedding night. He smiled. His warrior princess was likely not afraid of anything. He'd do his damnedest to ensure it stayed that way.

With slow hands, Bryce raised the remaining fabric over her head, leaving Josephine bare before him. His cock danced upon seeing her, his control loosened from the last time. Although he'd viewed her when she first came to him, he'd pushed all lecherous thoughts away. Now, lacking the need to stifle them, his mind was free to enjoy the sight.

Moving his hands to cup her breasts as he stepped close to her once more, Bryce felt the ache in his loins. Josephine was well endowed, her bosom such that his palms were filled. And, as he graced his thumbs over her, he nearly groaned at the response of them to his touch.

Josephine's mind was a muddled mess. Every bit of her was open to the air of the heated room and her husband's hands were upon her. She could feel the muscles of his chest against her through his tunic and his trousers did nothing to hide the state of his arousal.

Turning in his embrace, Josephine lifted up on her toes to capture her husband's lips. Her hands pulled at his tunic, her intent clear. She wished him free of the material.

Heeding the call of his lass, Bryce stepped back and shed all of his clothing. He stood before her, as bare as she, and watched as she took him in. The trail of her eyes was nearly enough to overset him.

With a soft, but unmistakable smile, his Josephine eyed every part of him. Bryce's hands clenched to avoid pulling her to him, his brain reminding him that he would need to be careful of her side. Though it was healing, it was not yet done. He'd need control so as not to hurt her – control that was difficult to master as he felt her gaze.

"May I?" she asked quietly, her eyes coming up to his. It was a wonder she hadn't run for the door at this point. He knew his expression could be little more than that of an animal at this point.

"Wha', love?" he asked, uncomprehending. He'd been so caught up in her examination that he didn't understand her question.

"Touch you," she answered, just about throwing his hard-fought control out the damned window.

"Aye, wife," he said lowly. "You never need ask tha'," he explained, his voice rasping in the air. "You've always permission."

Licking her lips, Josephine stepped closer. With a light touch, she ran her fingertips from his collarbone down to his navel. The muscles under her glancing caress jumped and bunched, responding despite their owner's strict instruction to remain. And then, she reached his manhood and tightened her grip, ripping a sound of deep arousal from his chest.

"Aye," Bryce breathed, his words coming through a tightened jaw. Her palm was smooth and soft and it felt like his mind was exploding upon feeling it.

Bryce let her continue for as long as he could, but his body was aching and painful. He needed more and so, after a few minutes of her caress, he bent and lifted her. Josephine moaned as he closed his mouth upon her breast, her mind afloat as he settled her onto their bed.

One of his hands drifted to her curls, his fingers slipping through them to massage her as his mouth continued to suckle at her. Her arousal was evident and his need was only becoming worse. Never before had he desired a woman so greatly.

"'Twill sting, love," he murmured as he moved up her body, tracing his tongue everywhere. "Bu' I'll go slow," he promised. "An' do everathing I can to ensure your joy," he vowed.

Josephine was too lost in sensation to care, her head tilted back into the pillows as she arched under this hands and mouth. His lips were magic, creating heat and want and desire everywhere they touched. She could feel the build of pressure low in her abdomen as he continued to touch her where no one had and she felt almost desperate.

"Bryce," she called, the word a plea. He nodded into her flesh, shifting to lie between her thighs and groaning as the head of his cock felt the slickened opening.

Slowly, as he'd promised, he pushed into her body.

Josephine's thoughts were long gone. All she could do was feel as the intrusion stretched her. As he'd warned, there was a pinch to the feeling of him as he entered her fully. Josephine's hands gripped his shoulders tightly on experiencing it and Bryce paused, his mouth dipping to capture the skin near her ear.

As she relaxed around him, Bryce smiled and then pulled back. With just a little more force and speed, he sank into her again, moaning as he did. She was clasped around him, wet and warm and perfect.

"Are ya' alrigh', love?" he gasped, straining. His rhythm was steady and slow, the build in his body rising as he felt the peaks of ecstasy approaching.

"Yes," Josephine moaned, the sound pulled from her as he shifted position and struck something deep within her.

Recognizing it, Bryce angled himself to that spot as he increased his pace. His wife's soft moans turned wild as her body writhed beneath him, spurring him on. Harder and harder, he pushed and pulled into her until she screamed out her pleasure and the contraction of her muscles around him yanked away reality. With a moan of pure male satiation, he joined his Josephine in the clouds.