Stealing a Kilted Heart – Extended Epilogue
Everythin’ is terrible!
“Everythin’ is great!”
Knox stood by her side at the great hall, looking around with a proud smile on his lips, but Fia still fidgeted nervously with the hem of her sleeve, having convinced herself that everything she had done for the feast was wrong.
It was the first time she had organized something entirely on her own, with no one’s help. She had taken the decisions, she had given the instructions, and now everyone in the clan was there, drinking and eating and dancing, but Fia feared they were all pretending.
What if they hate this? What if they hate me?
This time, there was thankfully enough food and tables and chairs for everyone, and Fia didn’t have to resort to porridge. The tables were heaped with meats and bannocks, cheeses and pitchers of wine and ale, desserts of all kinds. The musicians were lively, filling the room with their sweet sounds, and the people danced and laughed freely, seeming to enjoy themselves.
“Are ye still concerned?” Knox asked, turning his head to look at her. Fia, of course, couldn’t hide from him. He knew her too well and even when she did her best to appear calm, she knew he was well aware of her inner turmoil.
“A little,” she admitted, though it was an understatement. She could see every single detail that was wrong—a banner that was creased, a flower that was wilted, a bannock that had been baked for too long and discarded on the table. All these little things that, combined, made her lose her mind with concern.
“Everythin’ is fine, Fia,” Knox assured her, not for the first time. “Ye did a great job. I’m very proud o’ ye.”
Fia’s head whipped to the side, her eyes wide as she looked at Knox, who was understandably confused by her reaction.
“Ye truly mean that?”
“O’ course,” he said, a small frown creasing his forehead. “Why would I say it if I didnae?”
Fia didn’t know when the last time was she had heard those words. Tav had spoken them to her, she was sure, and so had Bane, but now they were both gone. Tav was still nowhere to be found and Bane had left for his travels, and though he sent her letters all the time as he had promised, it wasn’t enough for her. She wished he was there with her, by her side, helping her navigate all this. She wished she could see his face, the exact shade of his eyes already fading from her memory.
She nodded slowly, mostly to herself. Of course, Knox meant that. She had no doubt in her mind that he was truly proud of her, that he saw all the hard work she had put into this.
This, too, she had learned, was a kind of diplomacy. Once, in the past, she had thought such feasts frivolous, but now she understood their importance.
Not only were they good for morale, but they also showed off the clan’s power, its wealth. It was a good way to gain allies and a good way to keep enemies in their place.
And that was precisely why Fia was so concerned about her efforts. She needed everything to be perfect. She had to do a good job.
“Come,” Knox said suddenly, taking her by the hand and leading her to the back of the room, much to her surprise.
“Where are we goin’?” Fia asked, glancing over her shoulder to see if anyone was looking at them. They all seemed occupied, though, either with food or conversation or dance, and no one paid them any mind as they slipped away.
Knox didn’t give her an answer. He simply led her out of the room through a side door and Fia suddenly found herself in the kitchens, which were bustling with activity. Knox wove his way through the servants, greeting them all quickly as they passed, and even as Fia tugged at his hand, he never stopped.
“Trust me,” he said. “Come.”
And trust him she did. She stumbled after him, trying to catch up to his quick pace as he left the kitchens through another side door. Suddenly, they were in a small corridor with a door at the end of it, and that was where Knox took them.
It was a cramped room—a storage room, with sacks of wheat and barley in it. There was hardly any light there, save for the moonlight that streamed in through a tiny window on the wall, and all Fia could see was his silhouette and the glint of his eyes as he pushed her against the wall.
Laughing, she shook her head. “What are ye doin’?”
“Makin’ ye relax,” Knox said, instantly reaching between her legs to rub his fingers against her sensitive spot. Fia gasped, her hands closing around Knox’s shoulders, her head falling back against the wall with a soft thud, but she quickly regained her composure.
“Wait,” she said, pushing him back a little. “We cannae dae this. We must go back.”
“Nae one will miss us,” Knox assured her. “An’ we’ll be back afore they even ken we were ever gone.”
Fia was about to protest, to point out that the laird and the lady couldn’t be gone in the middle of the feast, but Knox kissed her before she could say a thing. That kiss, the way he ran his tongue over the seam of her lips to gain entry and teased her core at the same time had any protests dying in her throat before they could be voiced. Soon, she melted into his touch, body relaxing, wetness gathering in her entrance with every flick of his thumb over her.
“That’s it,” he told her. “That’s a good lass. Open yer legs fer me, me love. Let me inside ye.”
Fia groaned, the words coaxing more moisture out of her as she followed Knox’s request, spreading her legs a little wider. Instantly, one of his fingers plunged inside her, the sudden intrusion sending a jolt of pleasure through her and making her stand on her tiptoes as she clung onto him desperately.
Leaning closer, Knox kissed her neck, her jaw, all the time his finger working relentlessly inside her. “I’ll take ye hard an’ fast an’ ye’ll just sit back an’ enjoy it, alright? Just relax, calm down, an’ let me dae all the work.”
As he spoke, he took a moment to release himself from his confines, and in the dim light, Fia could see that he was already achingly hard, as if he had been thinking about this for a long time. Knox wasted no time before he hitched her leg over his waist, holding onto her thigh with one hand as he guided himself to her entrance with the other, pushing all the way in.
Fia clamped a hand around her mouth to muffle her moan. Those days, she didn’t need much preparation, their daily—and sometimes more than once a day—trysts keeping her open and ready for him. But the lust and desire never faded, nor did the pleasure that came with their couplings. If anything, it seemed to Fia that the more often Knox took her, the more often he pleasured her with his hands and his mouth and his length, the more pleasure she derived from it, her body craving him all the time.
Knox set a punishing pace, hips slamming into her again and again. Every movement had his manhood dragging deliciously over her walls, his pelvis hitting her mound and teasing her most sensitive nub. Just like he had promised her, Knox took her hard and fast, driving her into the wall with every thrust of his hips, and all Fia could do was hold onto him and enjoy it, every other thought driven out of her mind.
Her breath came in short bursts, her chest heaving, her breasts spilling out of her dress as she did. She could feel Knox everywhere—inside her, around her, his hands gripping her buttocks under all her layers, the tips of his fingers brushing tantalizingly against the spot where they were joined. There was no sound in the room other than that of their combined moans, their sighs, their hips as they slammed into each other, and utterly indecent as it was, it only served to spur Fia on, stoking the flames of her desire.
The closer she got to her climax, the louder her moans became and the more she trembled in Knox’s arms. He seemed to notice, a satisfied smile spreading over his lips, and he leaned in close to whisper in her ear.
“Are ye close, me love?” he asked, the low growl of his voice sending a shiver through her. “Look at ye, takin’ me in so deep. Ye’re doin’ so well. So sweet fer me… let me hear ye. Let me hear how much ye like havin’ me inside ye.”
Fia couldn’t silence herself if she tried. The moans tumbled unbridled past her lips one after the other and she stared mindlessly at the ceiling, anything that wasn’t Knox or the pleasure coursing through her removed from her mind. She was so close she ached for it, her core throbbing, her walls twitching around Knox’s manhood, but it was when he hitched her up higher, the movement making him sink deeper inside her as he closed his teeth over the swell of her breast that she finally came with a scream, clamping down hard around Knox.
After that, it was only a matter of a few thrusts for him to spill deep inside her, hips stuttering with a groan as he, too, reached his peak. Then, he held her there for a few moments, nuzzling her neck and laughing softly against her skin before finally setting her down gently.
“How was that?” he asked as he took a moment to right his clothes before he helped Fia with hers, tucking her breasts back in. “Dae ye feel better?”
Fia didn’t even have a snappy retort for that. She only collapsed against the wall, wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand. She couldn’t understand how Knox could still have so much energy, even going as far as pulling her towards the door already.
“Knox!” Fia protested, his name coming out as a soft whine. “Wait… I’m all messy!”
Knox laughed again, pulling her in his arms to give her a quick peck. “Ye look wonderful, as always. An’… I like the thought o’ ye bein’ all messy because of me.”
Fia couldn’t resist the urge to roll her eyes, pushing playfully at him. That man would be the death of her, but it she loved him so.
“Come, me wife,” he said. “Let us return tae our guests.”
This time, Fia let him pull her along, but she stopped him once again at the door, placing her hand on his chest for a moment. “I love ye,” she told him. “I love ye so much.”
In the dark, Knox gave her a smile so tender that Fia could feel her heart stop. “An’ I adore ye, mo ghraidh. More than anythin’ in the world.”
The End.
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