Border Lord by Julia Templeton Read Free Book Online

the tiny nub at the top of her sex, tasting her lightly, his tongue flicking over her.
    Her thighs opened all the way, her hips arching off the ground. “That feels wonderful,” she whispered, her fingers sinking into the skin at his shoulders.
    He already had scratches from their earlier lovemaking, and he would have more. Her nails raked him as he lickedher slit from one end to the other, coming extremely close to her back passage.
    Terri felt like her bones were melting. The man pleasuring her took such exquisite time and care, tasting her and touching her in ways Elliott never had, or ever would.
    Brochan’s long tongue stroked her folds, taking his time, flicking over her clit again and again, and then sucking hard, but not too hard, and then softer, the tip of his tongue lifting the tiny nub over and over. Her insides tightened, and as her body found release, she pushed at his shoulders, not sure if she wanted more, or couldn’t take more. She just felt an intense ache deep inside her core.
    The need to be filled.
    “Brochan,” she said, her voice shallow, almost a plea.
    “Yes, Annabelle.”
    His hard cock rocked against her, impossibly huge, like a stone against her stomach. The head of his rod slid against her opening and she arched her hips, aching for him to take her.
    He kissed her, her scent clinging to him. Elliott would never have done such a thing as kiss her after pleasuring her, but with Brochan she felt no shame at tasting herself.
    Just arousal.
    His long cock slid in and out of her, his rhythm fluid, his strokes strong. Their wet stomachs slapped together, the sound reverberating off the now still water.
    His men would think her a slut, but she didn’t care. She had never been so attracted to a man in all her life, and if she wanted to make love to Brochan Douglas every day, then by damn she would.
    As another climax claimed her, she raked her nails along his back, down over his buttocks, her fingers slipping between his crack.
    She sensed his shock, his every muscle tense, but he didn’t stop her. But she didn’t go further, and instead cupped his tight ass.
    And as she fell back to earth, she knew that life with this man was only going to get more interesting.

5
    Castle Kildare looked as ominous as its name.
    The huge keep made of gray stone rose out of the rugged landscape, ivy clinging to its massive walls. Terri leaned closer to Brochan, seeking his warmth and comfort.
    He had gone quiet on her the moment they entered the camp after their tryst at the loch. Brochan’s men had watched them, some with knowing smiles on their faces, while others looked a bit angry.
    None of them trusted her. Not even Brochan.
    Which made her wonder if he regretted making love to her. She hoped that wasn’t the case, especially since it had been so wonderful for her. She’d never made love with such intensity before. Secretly a part of her yearned to stay here, with Brochan…in this time.
    A bell rang, ending the momentary peacefulness of early evening. Shouts sounded from the castle a second before the giant portcullis lifted, and people flooded out, ready to welcome their laird and his men. Medieval men, women, and children, all watching her intently.
    Terri swallowed past the lump in her throat as the crowd grew to well over one hundred people. Thankful she had Brochan at her back, she straightened her shoulders.
    She had to remember the history here. Remember that she was an enemy to these people. Their laird’s brother had been killed by Annabelle’s father, and they were out for blood.
    And it showed on their faces. She felt safe for now, close to Brochan…but what would happen when he wasn’t around to protect her?
    “Thanks be to God that you found the wench,” an old man said, his gray hair long and straggly, like he hadn’t brushed it in weeks. But even with his unkempt appearance, he looked related to Brochan, tall and lean, even for his age. The green eyes the same color and