Anal with Butter

Stellan let out a low, rumbling laugh that echoed off the damp stone walls of the cellar. He stood up slowly, picking his discarded shirt off the floor.

"You have a wild imagination, Rowena," he said, pulling the linen over his head and beginning to lace up the front. "We MacKinnon men do not share outside our blood. Lorne's claim on you is unique, as is our bond. You will not share your husband