Siren Publishing
Erotic Historical ROmance
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Lady Ainsley Macalister has fallen on hard times. Her brother gambled away the family fortune and their ancestral home. Now she's expected to marry Ashcroft Castle's new owner, sight unseen.
Dechlan Ross grew up as a stableboy at Ashcroft Castle. Ousted at eighteen for daring to kiss Ainsley, he’s back seven years later for revenge…and something more.
In the stables, on the bluffs, and in the dungeons they had played in as children, Dechlan shows Ainsley who is master now. Meanwhile, Dechlan's tough American second-in-command, Charlie Wilson, sees the truth about the neighboring Lord Winslow that he has been hiding even from himself, much to Winslow's tortured delight.
In the ancient castle high above the North Sea, Dechlan and Ainsley grapple with a past that is fraught with misunderstandings, a present that is filled with desire, and a future that unseen forces are desperate to see does not repeat the tragedies of the past.
Adult Sneak Peek:
She
felt his hand grasp her jaw now, his other hand still firmly on
himself. “Now if I’m really going to instruct you, I need to use some of
that foul language you seemed to take exception to. This doesn’t lend
itself to euphemisms and I’m not inclined to use them.”
She
said nothing, his fingers caressing the underside of her jaw lightly,
then moving to thrust one finger into her mouth, opening it wider.
“I’m going to stuff my cock in your mouth—”
She started back involuntarily, and he laughed.
“Now,
now, settle down. Just as much as you can take for now.” As he spoke,
he took it in hand and rubbed the velvety skin against her lips. His
breathing, she noted, quickened as well and his, er, cock jumped with
the contact. “Come on, open up, Ainsley.”
God help her, she obeyed and had the first little taste of him, hot and hard and slightly salty against her tongue.
“Close your mouth around the head. Good, just like that. Now suck it.”
This
last instruction shocked her even more than all the rest of it, but the
excitement pounding through her veins, the quiet, dominant tone in his
voice, compelled her to follow it. The sensation was extraordinary, for
Dechlan as well, it appeared, as he arched into her, his head going back
a little and eyes closing for a second, before he looked back down at
her. His voice when he spoke this time was rife with his excitement as
his fingers tangled in her hair, threatening with their enthusiasm to
bring the whole thing down. “Oh, that’s so good, my little wife. Now
more.” He accompanied his words with a subtle tug of her head toward him
so that she indeed took more of him. Her tongue felt the rough
underside of him, and she licked and sucked until he abruptly pulled
himself out, holding the end of his member in a grip that looked
strangling. His eyes were closed.
Still kneeling, she looked up at him, not comprehending. “Did I do something wrong?”
* * * *
Oh,
what a sweet sight that was. When he could open his eyes again, that
is. Ainsley Macalister—even better, Ainsley Macalister Ross—kneeling on
the cold stone floor on her knees, her mouth still damp and open from
the girth of his cock, and asking him what she had done wrong.
In
point of fact, she’d done absolutely nothing wrong. The natural slide
of her tongue, the warmth of her mouth, just threatened to have him
shooting his load before he even got down to what he’d brought her here
for. No gentle tryst on the soft, grassy moss of their bluff, but a
cold, hard fucking against the stone walls of the dungeon.
“Get up.”
She
hesitated but then stood, the gesture causing her gorgeous tits, the
nipples hard and pointing straight at him, to fall even farther out of
her torn dress. Deeming it safe to let go of the end of his cock, he
reached out to one of them, taking the soft heft in his palm and
fondling it. That little way she had of sucking in her breath when she
was excited kept the thrum in his cock steady and overwhelming, though,
and he would not wait any longer.
“Take your dress the rest of the way off. I want you naked when I fuck you.”
Expecting
some argument from her, he was surprised when he got none. Oh, she was
as eager as he for this. How had he ever doubted that? She slid the
ripped dress off her creamy shoulders and then down and off, stepping
gracefully out of it, kicking her ankle boots off as well, looking like
some kind of goddess in the dim light of the dungeon by the time she was
done.
He
tried to imagine her as some long-ago traitorous prisoner he would fuck
mercilessly till he got some nugget of information out of her that
would save the country, but he couldn’t manage that. It was true what he
had told her. He did not get sexual pleasure from hurting women, and
most especially not her. Never her, even if the whole fate of a country
had been at stake. But his voice came out harder than it might have
otherwise been.
“Put
your palms against that wall.” He gestured to the stone expanse across
from them. She did it, looking back over her shoulder hesitantly at him.
He laid one palm on her lovely arse. “Stick this out and back.” She
hesitated, and he slapped one luscious cheek lightly. “Stick your arse
out for me, Ainsley, or I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit
for a day.”
She
stuck it out at just the right angle for his ever-enthusiastic cock
that was jutting out of his open breeches and telling him he was wasting
time with this talking. He felt between her legs, rubbing. “Oh, how wet
you are, my lady. Does whipping your arse excite you?” He caressed the
curves of it as he spoke, his other hand sinking two fingers into the
folds of her pussy that was sodden now from their play.
She
cried out, and he was of half a mind to give her a spanking. This was
the place for it, wasn’t it? He pulled his breeches down partway, just
past his own arse, to give him more freedom of movement, and positioned
himself behind her, his hands on her hips.
“Do you know how two men fuck each other, Ainsley? One sticks his cock up the other’s arse.”
She jolted at that and he barked, “Keep your hands on the wall, by God!”
She
obeyed, but she was trembling now. “Myself, I don’t fancy a cock up my
arse. I guess that’s just nature. That’s what makes Charlie and your
precious Trevor different than me. But I don’t mind fucking an arse now
and then.” His cock poked at the crack of hers and he leaned over to
whisper in her ear, “But only a woman’s arse. Did you know men did that
to women?”
She shook her head furiously.
“That’s
nature being messy again.” He should fuck her up the arse. He really
should. That would shock her. But she was too new for that, and he had
nothing but her own juices to ease the way. For a first time, that might
not be enough. “But we’ll leave that lesson for another time.” He felt
her relax and yanked her hips roughly further out, positioning his cock
and then plunging inside her warm, wet pussy.
He
groaned, so deep this way. His hands groped for her breasts and he
rubbed them as he pulled back slowly and then thrust in, again and
again. Her hips moved naturally against him and he could feel her
accommodating his angle, going up on her toes slightly, as she moaned.
“Fucking
you in the dungeon, Ainsley,” he gritted out. “This shall be our
place.” He thrust. “Hard and cold…” His thrusting increased. “…and full
of painful memories.”
