Unintended: A Sin Series Standalone Novel (The Sin Trilogy Book 5) Page 9

  “Is the same true for you? No other woman will touch you? Ever?”

  I don’t mistake the challenge in her voice. Westlyn isn’t familiar with The Syndicate or our ways. I think it’s time to educate her. “I don’t know how it’s done in The Fellowship, but we are faithful to our partners. When I claim you, you also claim me. Just as you owe me your faithfulness and loyalty and devotion, I owe you the same. I have had many women before you, but there will be no more. I will never stray from you.”

  Her arms wrapping around my neck and her lips landing upon mine are simultaneous. I didn’t know that she’d get so turned on by hearing me promise to always be faithful. I’d have already done so had I known.

  I grasp her hips and use my grip to tug her toward the bed, kissing en route. I’m dissatisfied with the slow pace, so I grasp the back of her thighs and lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist.

  She tightens her hold around my neck, and it doesn’t lessen even when we reach the bed. Together, we fall on the mattress with me on top, my body a perfect fit between her legs. My mouth moves down the side of her neck and I kiss and suck her skin… hard. Marking her. I want her to wear the evidence of my claiming for all to see. Every man who looks at her will know that she’s been taken.

  Her body tenses, and her breath quickens when my hand slides under her sweater and dips into her bra. I roll her nipple between my thumb and index finger, and it instantly hardens.

  Nervous little virgin. It’s going to be so much fun making her come. But first I need to get her used to the feel of our bodies coming together.

  I bend her knee and bring her leg up so it’s wrapped around my waist, our bodies fitting together perfectly. Then I rock my hard cock against her pussy, and it only takes a few thrusts before she’s moving with me.

  I gather her sweater in my hand and push it upward. Moving lower, I nibble the skin on her stomach and waist. I fucking love it when she pants and squirms beneath me, so I push down the waistband of her pants and kiss and lick the skin on her lower belly to see what kind of reaction I can get. I’m pleased when her body jerks and jolts when I move lower. Fuck, she’s going to detonate like an atomic bomb when I go down on her.

  I push her sweater higher. “Let’s get this off of you.”

  She lifts her head and shoulders from the bed and I pull her top up and over her head. Her breasts are thrust upward in a black and white lace push-up bra. Sexy as fuck. I palm both, gently squeezing and releasing them, before I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. Prettiest pair of tits I’ve ever seen. So full. So plump. So rosy pink. I can’t resist cupping one from the bottom and lowering my mouth to lick the bud before sucking her whole nipple into my mouth.

  My suit is restricting my movement so I rise to a kneeling position and remove my jacket, tossing it at the bench at the foot of my bed. I pull the knot of my tie until the loop is large enough to slip it over my head. I’m surprised when Westlyn sits up, untucks my shirt, and goes to work on unbuttoning it. And it turns me the fuck on. But my dick turns to steel when she tugs open the button on my pants and lowers the zipper.

  I slide off the side of the bed and watch Westlyn work on removing her pants while I rid myself of my remaining clothes. She’s down to only her black and white lace knickers. I’m glad she leaves them on. I want to be the one to slide them down her legs.

  I crawl onto the bed on all fours and hook my fingers into the skinny black elastic straps over her hips. She lifts her bum and I drag the knickers down her legs. I fist the black fabric, and Westlyn’s eyes widen when I bring it to my nose and inhale deeply. Fuck, the scent of her pussy is delicious.

  I crawl over Westlyn and lower my body so that I’m lying on top of her, bare skin against bare skin. My mouth comes down on hers gently. Our kiss is soft and slow and sultry. I can’t recall ever kissing this way. Can’t remember ever wanting a woman this much.

  My mouth leaves hers and moves lower. Down her neck. Down her chest. Down her stomach. “I’m about to make you feel so good. A good like you’ve never known.”

  Westlyn lifts her head and looks down at me hovering over her stomach. “What are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to make you come. Hard.” I’m going to make it so good that one time won’t ever be enough to satisfy her.

  I’m going to make you come. Hard.

  I’m still looking down at Kieran, his eyes on mine, when his tongue darts out and he licks the top of my slit peeking out above the Y where my legs meet. Ho… ly… shite. The tingles spinning in my lower pelvis are out of control and I realize that my mouth is gaping open when I hear my own breathing. No, not breathing. Panting.

  Kieran moves lower and pushes my legs back and apart. His wet tongue swipes up my center slowly. Softly. “Oh my God.”

  “Feels good?”

  “Yesss.”

  “Then you’re really going to like this.”

  He spreads my slit apart with his fingers and his tongue does this fast vibration-flicking thing that taps against the sensitive nub at the top. “Ohhh… ohh… ohh.”

  I reach overhead and grasp the edge of the bed when he inserts his finger, or fingers. They thrust in and out, rubbing something inside me. What, I’m not sure, but it feels so damn good. I can’t stop my body from rocking against his face and hand.

  “Ohh… oh… Kieran… I think I’m… coming.” He sucks harder, and my body jolts with a contraction low in my pelvis. A rhythmic squeeze-and-release pleasure explodes inside me, and a warm rush fills my face and chest and arms and legs. I get so wet that it feels like it’s trickling. My legs tense, my toes curl. Tingly warmth floods my face, neck, hands, and feet as I ride this pleasure to the fullest extent.

  Ecstasy. Elation. Euphoria.

  Kieran wasn’t lying. He made me come hard.

  My body is completely lax except for my trembling legs when Kieran crawls over me and lowers his naked body on top of mine. We’re face-to-face, heart-to-heart, and skin-on-skin when he presses a soft kiss to my mouth. “Did you enjoy me eating your pussy?” His vulgar mouth is just the icing on top of my cake.

  “I enjoyed it very much. I hope it’s something you’ll do again.”

  “No worries, doll. I love the taste of your pussy. I’m going to eat it often.” Such a filthy thing to say. And hot.

  Kieran nestles between my legs and rotates his hips, rubbing the length of his erection against me. This is it. He’s about to claim me. “I’m not on birth control.”

  “Good.” Kieran reaches between our bodies and positions the tip of his cock at my entrance. “Where are you in your cycle?”

  “I think it’s been around two weeks since I had my period.” Maybe. Not really sure since I’ve not had a reason to keep up with it.

  “You could be ovulating.”

  “I guess so.”

  “I hope so. I want to put our firstborn inside you as soon as possible.”

  Shite. A baby is no joke. A baby joins me to him forever. A baby makes all of this very surreal.

  I am going to be the wife of a leader. It is our duty to seal this union as soon as possible and produce the next generation of leaders. This isn’t news to me, but it’s still frightening, and so is what comes next. Kieran’s cock is going to stretch my body. Rip my virginity. Cause me pain. But then it’s going to bring me pleasure. My desire for pleasure outweighs my fear of pain.

  I crave Kieran. I want everything he plans to do to me. I’m ready for this.

  Kieran inserts the head, and I dig my fingertips into the flesh on his back when he pushes his cock inside me. I bury my face against the bend between his neck and shoulder, but my gasp is still loud. I believe the worst is over, but I find out that I’m wrong when he pushes the remaining length inside me, ripping through the last of my innocence.

  Fuck. That. Hurt.

  And now it’s done. There’s no going back. My virginity belongs to Kieran Hendry, and so do I. A man I don’t love, but I’m still his forever.

  He’
s unmoving, his cock deep inside me, and he raises his head to look at me. “Did that hurt badly?”

  The person I am inside is screaming that I can’t show him weakness. “No.”

  “Don’t lie to me, Westlyn.”

  He knows that I’m a virgin and that he has a huge dick. Denying the pain is an obvious lie. “It hurt a lot, but it’s subsiding.”

  “I’m going to start moving, slowly, but tell me if it hurts.” He pulls back and slowly thrusts inside me again, watching my face. He smiles, I guess pleased with the expression he sees. “You’re good?”

  I nod. “I’m okay.”

  Kieran’s pace increases, and I tilt my hips upward with each of his thrusts. He pulls back, almost to the point where it feels like he’s going to slide out, and then quickly thrusts back in. He grasps the backs of my thighs and pushes my legs up and apart, using them as leverage to pound into me deeper and harder. “I can’t believe how fucking good you feel. It’s so much different.”

  Does that mean that I feel better than the women he’s had before me?

  He releases my legs and lowers his body, his chest pressing against my breasts. His forearms are pushing into the mattress around my head, trapping me inside his cage of muscular arms. His mouth covers mine, and they become one, just as our bodies.

  Kieran’s hand finds mine, and he brings my palm to his chest. He spreads it over his heart and then does the same with his hand over my chest. “Mo chroí. Say it with me to complete the claiming.”

  A Fellowship brother says, ‘into me, you see’ when he claims a woman. I’m not sure what I expected people from The Syndicate or The Order to say to one another but I never expected ‘mo chroí.’ It’s Gaelic, meaning my heart. Saying that to someone is very intimate and special. It’s not something to be taken lightly… and damn if I don’t love it.

  I press my hand to his heart, and I think his is beating even harder and faster than mine. “Mo chroí,” we say together.

  We’re doing this for the future of our people, but the smile on his face isn’t duty. The gentleness he’s showing me isn’t duty. The intimacy we’re sharing isn’t duty.

  He presses his forehead to mine, and his breath increases. A groan accompanies the last few thrusts. “Uhhh…oooh… fuck, I’m coming… so hard.” Filling me with his seed.

  He stills and lifts his face so that we can make eye contact. I wait to see what he’ll say, but nothing comes. Instead, he kisses my mouth, pulls out slowly, and rolls away to lie beside me.

  He lies there panting for a moment until he catches his breath. “That was so fucking good.”

  I’ve seen movies and read books and heard all kinds of things from my girls, but all of that went out the window when he got on top of me. “I wasn’t sure what I should do.”

  “I love that you didn’t know what to do. Our first time should only be about me taking you. Making you mine. It was perfect.” He lifts my hand to his mouth and places a kiss on top. “And now you are mine. Forever.”

  “I am.”

  I think this is the time when true lovers would talk about how much they love each other, but that’s not going to happen between us. Our relationship, if it can even be called that, is the epitome of putting the cart before the horse. “I don’t know you at all.”

  “What would you like to know?”

  I guess we should go back to the beginning. “Tell me about growing up in The Syndicate.”

  “My grandfather, Douglas Hendry, is leader of The Syndicate. My father’s older brother, William, will become leader when my grandfather passes, which will probably be soon because he isn’t well.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “Grandfather has had a long run. He’s tired and ready to go. My uncle will be a good leader. He’s been trained for it since he was a boy.”

  “Does your uncle have sons?”

  “Two. My father was never going to have a chance at being leader. As the second son, he accepted that a long time ago, and he was content to sit on the council.”

  “But he was still trained as though he might one day lead?” It’s the way. Just as Jamie has been trained, to some degree, to lead.

  “Aye, as was I.” He shakes his head as though he’s still in disbelief. “I never thought I’d be at the top of the hierarchy, and now here I am, the next leader of The Order. And you are going to be the wife of a leader, just not the one you thought.”

  “I never thought I was going to marry Sin.” The whole notion was just ridiculous.

  “Then what did you see in your future?”

  “I was planning to leave The Fellowship. Marry someone normal.”

  “Well, half of that actually happened. You’ve left The Fellowship.”

  “True.” I giggle and feel a gush of something wet and sticky between my legs. I don’t want Kieran to think that I’m gross. “I feel dirty down there. I should clean up.”

  “Just semen and virginal blood. It’s to be expected.” Kieran catches my wrist when I try to sit up. “Not yet, just in case you’re ovulating.”

  He isn’t kidding around about trying to conceive. “You heard what Isobel said. Thane is agreeing to the treaty. I don’t have to get pregnant right away.”

  “I heard what she said, and I also know that I’m not taking chances. A bairn is the only way to ensure that our bond can’t be undone.”

  I want more of this. Lying in bed talking, learning what kind of man Kieran Hendry really is. “I’d like to get to know my husband before a baby comes into the picture.”

  “No worries. You’ll have plenty of time to get to know me before our baby comes.”

  Kieran rises and moves to kneel between my legs. He pushes them apart and cups his hands over my mound. He glides his fingers up and down my sticky, wet center. His fingertip grazes my clit with every upward stroke, enough to stimulate but not nearly enough to satisfy. It’s torture, the sweetest kind. “I have a plan for how I’ll keep you occupied while you lie here and wait. You’re going to like this.”

  He wasn’t wrong the last time he said that. He places his fingers over the top of my slit and rubs it in a circular motion. My entire groin throbs. Every nerve ending between my legs is alive.

  I tilt my hips and rock against his hand while he works my clit. I lift my arms over my head and grasp the pillow under my head. “Kieran… please don’t stop doing that.”

  “I fucking love hearing you say my name while you’re writhing in pleasure.”

  I tense all over when the rhythmic contractions in my groin begin. Once. Twice. I lose count of how many times my body contracts and clenches. “Oh my God. I’m coming again.”

  I relax when it ends, and my entire body goes slack. That includes allowing my thighs to fall completely apart. I feel another wet ooze, but I don’t have it in me to care if Kieran sees the bloody mess between my legs. And I don’t think he minds anyway. He was more than happy to cause it.

  “That was beautiful to watch.”

  “That was beautiful to experience.”

  Kieran lies down beside me and flattens his palm against my stomach. “I’m relieved that you’re not prudish.” He slowly moves it upward and palms the underside of my breast. The act feels more exploratory than sexual. “I think we’re going to have a very healthy sex life.”

  “I hope so.” I’ve seen how important sex is in a healthy relationship through Bleu, Ellison, and Evanna. I’ve also seen the flip side where bad decisions regarding sex can drive apart two people who love one another. Leith and Lorna belong together. Everyone seems to know that except them.

  I place my hand on top of his. “Our relationship is off to a good start. It would be off to a better one if you’d let me see Ellison.”

  “No.”

  “It’s a hard no without any kind of discussion about it?”

  “Correct.”

  “Kieran… I’ve given you my virginity. I’ve agreed to be your wife. I let you come inside me, and now I’m lying here to increase t
he odds of conceiving. I’m in this with you. What more could I do at this point to convince you?”

  “You are in this with me, and I don’t need your friend trying to persuade you otherwise.”

  “I’ve bent for you. A lot. Surely, you can bend for me, just a little.” I’m not asking for that much. “I know Ellison must be losing her mind with worry. She has no idea if Jamie is dead or alive. And she’s probably fearing the worst for me. I’d like to put an end to her anxiety.” I see the indecision behind his eyes. “You could go with me. Stand at the door and listen while I speak to her.”

  He sighs. “I don’t know.”

  “You said that you wanted to please your wife. Seeing Ellison would please me.”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “You’re still treating me like your captive. Not like the woman you’re going to marry soon.”

  He groans beneath his breath, reminding me of some kind of beast. “I’ll give you two minutes with her.”

  I roll and climb on top of Kieran, straddling him, and press a kiss to his mouth. “Thank you.”

  He smacks my bum. “You’re supposed to be on your back letting my swimmers do their thing.”

  I grin. “Then I guess we’ll have to do it all over again.”

  I open the door and Ellison is lying on the bed in the dark. She lifts her head and squints when the light from the hallway hits her face. “Wes!” She leaps from the bed, and we meet in the middle of the room. “Please tell me that you’re all right.”

  “Two minutes, Westlyn.”

  Ellison grabs my hands and pulls me to sit on the bed beside her. I can see that she’s straining to see my face since the only light in the room is coming from the doorway. “I’m so sorry. I know the last two days have been hell for you. Has he beaten you horribly?”

  I can’t tell Ellison about the marriage treaty. At least not yet. I don’t have time to explain everything that has happened, and I can’t have her in here freaking out about it. And that’s exactly what she’d do.

  I squeeze her hands. “I’m okay.”