Belle
Sandy led me to where our clothes were and we both dressed quickly before walking over to Cam who stood just in front of Wyatt and Sadie. The entire pack gathered behind us as Cam started.
Can I be honest here?
I didn’t hear a word he said, not until Sandy prompted me to say I accepted him as my mate that is. Boy, that was embarrassing.
Sandy took it well, kissing my nose and whispering in my ear, “I want to be alone with you so much it hurts. I’m glad I’m wearing my kilt.”
He nodded down and I saw it tenting out. I giggled as Cam finished and pronounced our mating to the Pack to loud shouts of congratulations and lewd comments. Typical Wolves.
“Now Cam does his thing,” Sandy advised as Cam ordered several men to set up a large X made up of wood.
Then he ordered them to set it alight. What the hell?
“What’s he doing?” I asked wide-eyed.
“Just watch,” Sandy told me as a haunting sound grew louder, a large man slowly walking toward us with honest to goodness bagpipes in his arms.
“Wow.” I watched engrossed as the man playing the bagpipes wandered over, stopping near us.
He winked at Sandy who nodded. “Hey, Mac, nice to see you.”
“That’s a friend?” I asked, eyeing Mac as he continued to play the pipes.
“Yes, we all grew up together,” Sandy told me, his voice barely a whisper as he nodded over to Cam. “He’s about to start. We should keep quiet until he gets into the dance. I don’t want to be the reason his mate hunts me down because I sent him home with roasted nuts.”
“What?” I asked, perplexed.
“Just watch,” he said, smirking.
Wyatt stepped forward to address us as Cam walked toward the flaming wood. “Can we keep the noise down, please?”
The area fell silent as we all watched agog. Cam was now shirtless and gone were his boots. Jeez, was he going to dance near those flames with nothing on his feet? Was he crazy?
Music floated all around us, Mac playing the bagpipes masterfully, as Cam seemed to warm up around the flames. With an imperceptible nod Cam sent a silent message to Mac who picked up the pace, the music growing louder as Cam took a deep bow then raised his hands high above him.
“Shit, he’s not got any shoes on,” I bleated as Cam started his dance.
I watched in awe at the magical vision of Cam, his kilt swinging around his legs as he danced. More than once I gasped as the flames lapped at his skin, or the bottom of his tartan. Now I knew what Sandy had meant about “roasted nuts.” Damn, but the Alpha Dance was something I’d never forget; it was truly enchanting to witness.
The fact that Cam had agreed to do this for us making me realize how close Sandy and his Clan were. Cam wasn’t Sandy’s Alpha but he’d danced for us and I would remember this for the rest of my life. My breathing almost stopped when Mac’s tempo increased, forcing Cam to dance faster, sweat running down his bare chest to soak his kilt.
Not once did the Alpha miss a beat, his powerful legs launching him high into the air time and again as his feet moved with such speed it was hard to keep track. Dang! The guy knew how to put on a freaking show!
Sandy leaned down, nibbling my ear. “Can we go now?”
I shook my head, mesmerized as the dance seemed to reach a crescendo. “No, I want to watch this.”
“Baby,” Sandy wheedled. “I’ve seen it a hundred times and you’ll see it again too. Grant has to do it whenever someone mates too.”
“Really?” I asked, astonished that there was another person capable of such beauty.
“Yes, really,” Sandy mumbled before adding, “Though I have to admit Cam does is slightly better.”
I barely heard him as I gazed, transfixed as Cam leapt high into the air, turning full circle above the flames then landing on his feet to drop down on one knee. He dropped his arms, touching the ground as he bowed his head. The pipes slowed then stopped and my entire Pack erupted in applause.
“Wow.” I clapped wildly. “That was amazing.”
“Yes, it was,” Sandy spoke directly into my ear, his soft breaths tickling me. “But now I really need to take you somewhere private. Unless you want me to claim you right here in front of everyone?”
“What?” I spun around quickly. “No, definitely not happening.”
Sandy smirked, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head to the side. “Well, you better come with me now, my beauty, or that’s what I’m going to be forced to do.”
“Come on,” I laughed, grabbing his hand and sneaking away toward the trees.
We snaked through the trees, going deeper into the forest. Sandy pulled to a stop, grabbing me from behind and pulling me against his hard body.
“I canny wait any longer,” he gasped against my ear causing my core to clench in anticipation.
“Oh wait.” I turned in his arms as he backed me up against a large tree. “Don’t be angry with me but Maddie is coming to Scotland with us.”
Sandy kissed along my jaw, my skin on fire at those soft caresses then he looked deep into my eyes. “I’d never be angry with you, Mo chroí. She’s more than welcome to come home with us.”
“Whew!” I exhaled. “I was a little worried you’d be upset.”
“No.” Sandy shook his head. “I’ve got something to tell you too.”
He nibbled my bottom lip before continuing. “I was talking to Cam earlier and I laid it on a bit thick about how awful my flight here was and he’s offered us his jet to fly us home. You, my darling, will be arriving in style.”
My mouth fell open. A private jet? “What? Are you serious? He has his own jet?”
“Aye.” Sandy nodded with a smirk. “Cam is stinking rich and he’s got a lot of toys, a jet, a helicopter, a mansion in LA but he’s a good man and a fantastic Alpha.”
“Sorry, everything else you said just flew right past me, I’m still thinking of flying in a private jet.”
“Really?” Sandy cocked his head to the side. “I’ve got you here all to myself and you’re thinking of a jet? I guess I’m not doing things right, A ghrá geal.”
“Tell me what those words mean? There’s a few you’ve used that I don’t understand.”
“A ghrá geal means beloved. Mo chroí means my heart and A stór means treasure. You’ll be hearing those often, Belle. There are others but I’ll have to explain those later.”
His eyes darkened as his hands lifted my dress, removing it in one fluid motion before my underwear joined it on the ground. “You are so beautiful it takes my breath away.”
I shivered at his words, his voice husky and full of lust. I reached toward him, lifting his shirt up and darting forward to run my tongue along his rock hard abs. “Boy oh boy.” I shuddered as his hands removed the shirt completely.
“I noticed earlier, you didn’t have anything on under your kilt.” I looked up at him cheekily. “Is that the norm? Or was it just for the ceremony?”
“What?” Sandy’s eyes widened in shock. “No true Scotsman wears anything under his kilt. That’s like . . . sacrilege!”
I giggled as he got rid of his tartan, his cock standing hard and proud. “I’ve wanted to do this all evening.”
I sank down to my knees, gripping the base and licking the tip. Sandy groaned, leaning forward to place his hands on the tree. “That’s fecking amazing.”
I didn’t reply, I couldn’t, not with his cock now in my mouth. The soft skin covering his hardness was sublime. Almost as good as Ben and Jerry’s. As I sucked him deep into my throat the sounds he made had my sex weeping with want. I also decided, right there, that it was far better than any damn ice cream.
One of his hands tangled in my hair, urging me on as he thrust his hips toward me. Reaching around I grabbed hold of his ass and, boy, that was another revelation. It was hard, taut and all muscle.
Far too soon for my liking, Sandy pulled back, reaching down to haul me up. “I need inside you and my beast is going crazy that I’ve not fully claimed you yet.”
I had to admit, mine was too, the little witch was baying inside my head as I agreed. “Me too.”
My back rested against the trunk as Sandy’s mouth lowered to mine in a feverish kiss full of want and desire. Our tongues lashed against one another’s as his hands grasped my hips and lifted me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I felt the tip of his large cock test my entrance. He seemed to hesitate so I jerked to push it inside.
“Oh shit!” I gasped, my head falling back as his magnificent hardness filled me in one quick thrust.
“Did I hurt you?” Sandy asked worriedly, his movement stalled.
“No,” I said quickly urging him on. “Move, now!”
He pulled out, slowly, then pounded into me, again and again, as his teeth grazed across my nipple. The sensation was so intense I knew I was going to fall apart in his arms in no time at all. When his mouth moved upward, toward my neck, I mirrored him, my lips latching on to that sensitive spot between his neck and shoulder.
Sandy growled, a loud rumble from his chest as I opened my mouth, biting down hard until I drew blood.
One of his hands reached between us, his fingers working magic on my clit as he clamped down on my shoulder, biting deeply. It should’ve hurt, his teeth lodged deep within me, but it didn’t. Instead I felt a euphoria take over my entire being as the biggest damn orgasm I’d ever had swamped through me.
I shook uncontrollably with the shock of it. My heart thudding so hard I could hear my blood rushing through me as I soared so high I thought I’d never return. The feeling was one I knew I’d become addicted to as I tore my teeth from Sandy and roared his name.
Sandy’s thrusts grew frenzied, his mouth still on my shoulder lapping at my blood before he threw his head back yelling incoherently as his seed spilled deep inside me. I could feel his cock throb as it poured his release into me, my hands tangling in his hair and yanking his mouth to mine.
I needed his kiss. His perfect mouth on mine as we both came down from the high only a mated couple could know. I mumbled against his lips. “I love you, Scotty.”
“I love you more,” he replied, teasing my bottom lip between his teeth.
“That was . . . out of this freaking world.”
“Aye. Ready for round two?”
My eyes popped open as I realized his cock was still inside me . . . and still hard as steel. “I’m ready if you are.”
“Och, I’m ready, my sassy lassie.” Sandy smirked before dipping his head to take my breast into his mouth.
Once again his touch took me on that upward ride and I couldn’t wait to fall over into ecstasy. My mate, my love, my Highlander. The only Wolf for me and one I’d never let go.