Bannockburn Binding (Beloved Bloody Time) by Tracy Cooper-Posey Page A

body in the early light seemed to glow with good health. His cock jutted from between his thighs, still glistening with her moisture.
    He knelt back beside her, unstoppered the pot and held it out to her.
    “You may do the honours, Robert.” She pulled the plaid aside, baring her ass.
    Rob gave out an unsteady sigh. “Ye are ever a challenge, Tally.”
    “Oh, you will enjoy this,” she assured him. “You need to spread it around the outside of my anus. And inside, too.”
    “Inside,” he repeated, sounding almost awed.
    His first touch was tentative. Delicate. His well oiled fingers slipped around the taut opening and she drew in a gasping breath. “Deeper,” she urged him. “You will not hurt me.”
    A single digit probed gently inside. “Christ,” Rob whispered, his voice hoarse.
    “Use two fingers,” Tally told him, her own voice unsteady.
    His finger withdrew, then two pushed their way past the muscle. Tally fought not to bear down on him or jerk her hips in reaction. It had been too long. She had forgotten this sweet sensation and the associated pleasures. “Hurry,” she breathed. “That’s enough. Now oil yourself.”
    “Ah, gods, Tally,” Rob murmured. She heard the slick sound of oil on flesh and looked over her shoulder. Rob was on his knees, still, and had his hand curled around his cock, smearing the oil along the length of it. Tally caught her breath at the sight.
    Rob’s eyes narrowed. “Ye…like to see this?”
    “Very much, yes,” she confessed.
    He exhaled. “Another layer,” he muttered. He lay on his side behind her and she felt his cock nestled up against her cleft. It was slick and hot and her heart lurched at the touch. Excitement fizzed through her.
    “This must be slow,” she warned Rob.
    “I know the way of it,” he told her. His cock nudged her anus and pushed up against the ring of muscle. Tally relaxed and his cock slipped inside, the muscle allowing him in. He edged his way deeper, a fraction of an inch at a time, until he was lodged completely inside her.
    Tally sighed.
    “A fist indeed,” Rob muttered. He lifted her upper leg up and over his knees, spreading her open. “And now I get to play.”
    He gave her no time to recoup. His fingers found her cleft and buried themselves in her folds before she had time to draw breath. Tally gasped, her hips bucking, as he invaded her pussy and simultaneously tugged and tweaked her clit.
    She gave a small cry as sensations bombarded her, wriggling and bucking as the climax that had been gathering earlier now bloomed once more and swirled closer, bigger and brighter than before.
    “Oh, Rob! Oh!” she managed to warn him before the climax hit, bowing her back and locking her muscles all over again.
    She heard a strange guttural cry, that she thought was Rob. But then she heard Rob groan as he climaxed and realized she was making that sound. That scream.
    As her body relaxed from the orgasm, Rob’s hand gripped her hips and turned her onto her knees. His hands did not release her hips. He thrust into her, his breath escaping him in hard exhalations each time he drove into her, until he gave a shuddering, gasping groan and came again.
    He withdrew from her and lifted her up so that she rested against him. His chest was still rising and falling quickly and she could feel his heart racing against her back. His lips pressed against her shoulder and his arms came around her from behind, holding her.
    “Ye screamed again, Tally,” he said softly.
    She smiled. “You came twice, Rob. The first just as I promised you would.”
    He spoke even more softly. “’tis glad I am ye went for mushrooms that day.”
    So am I , Tally thought.
    But the rope was digging into her wrist where it lay between her forearm and his, a constant reminder of the truth she couldn’t speak aloud.

Chapter Five
     
    Halfway Station was the giant’s house at the top of the beanstalk, in every sense. It was a huge, sprawling, tangled mess of external