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Never had he felt such a strong pull to another man than when first laying eyes on Lachland Cameron. Not that the warrior had ever shown any interest in him. If anything, the warrior had always been aloof, almost unfriendly toward him.
And yet, now here he was walking through trees hoping to find out what would happen next.
“Ye came?” Lachland seemed to appear out of nowhere. The man stood beside a tree, his green gaze pinning him, his handsome face without emotion. “I am surprised.”
“I-I was nae sure if ye wished for me to come,” Caelan replied, fighting the urge to turn on his heel and leave.
“Come closer,” Lachland said. Still no expression. It could be the man wished to either kill him or fuck him. Either way, one would expect some sort of hint.
Nonetheless, Caelan’s attraction was strong, and he walked and stood next to the same tree. “What is it?”
Lachland pushed him against the tree, the back of Caelan’s head hitting the hard wood. If not for the crashing of Lachland’s mouth over his, he would have punched the man.
The kiss was possessive, not asking, but demanding. At the same time, Lachland did not hold him in place, the option was there for Caelan to disengage and leave.
Even strong horses would not be able to drag him away. Instead he grabbed the warriors’ broad shoulders, and kissed him back, swallowing his taste.
Lachland broke the kiss, moving back, his chest heaving. With a stoic expression he searched Caelan’s face. “Have ye ever had a man take ye?”
Ignoring the fact, his legs went weak, Caelan reached for Lachland. He had to have more of him. Another kiss.
Now that it was obvious that the man desired him, he wanted more. This moment was more than he could have dreamed of. “I want ye.”
He would not admit to never being with a man. It could make Lachland change his mind. No, not after months of wanting this, wanting Lachland so badly, he’d often pictured the warrior when taking himself in hand until coming.
“I want ye to take me.” Caelan repeated. Unlike Lachland, he was sure his face was easy to read. Want, desire and desperation intertwined with hope. He wondered how he looked to Lachland at the moment.
The warrior neared, his face so close, Caelan could see the golden flecks in his eyes. “Good.” Once again, he took Caelan’s mouth, this time no different than before. It was almost a savage kiss, one of possession of claiming.
“Turn around,” Lachland instructed, taking him by the shoulders and turning him to face the tree.
Caelan’s hands shook so bad, he could barely untie his belt. Lachland barely waited for him to do so before yanking his trews down below his buttocks.
The cool breeze across his bared arse brought awareness of what was about to happen, and Caelan moaned, a deep guttural sound.
“Ye are anxious for my cock,” Lachland’s voice was at his right ear, the warmth of his breath tantalizing. “Good. Spread for me.”
Unsure what exactly to do, Caelan went with instinct, reaching back and grabbing each orb, spreading himself.
“Perfect,” Lachland said, his voice husky. Liquid slid between his bottom, and he looked over his shoulder, but couldn’t see what Lachland did.
“Oil,” Lachland said. “Hold still.”
It proved impossible when Lachland’s oiled fingers slid down the center and prodded at his hole. Caelan jerked at the invasion, unsure what to do or think.
“Yes,” he urged.
“Be quiet,” Lachland hissed. “Someone can hear us.”
“Hold yerself open for me,” he instructed again.
The thick head of Lachland’s cock pushed in slowly, allowing for Caelan to adjust to it. Then inch by inch, he thrust in. Each movement making Caelan want to scream with pleasure. Instead he bit down, squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed the sounds.
“Hold on to the tree,” Lachland said, once fully seated inside.
He’d never felt so full, so taken as in that moment as he held onto the tree.
“I’m going to fuck ye Caelan.”
