favorable. She had shown a kindness and empathy to Garrik that hinted at her caring personality. Obviously, she’d had no trouble with Zaren. It had amazed him how she’d stood up to his older brother. She had looked more like a bedraggled kitten, but she had shown her claws. The thought brought a smile to Bador’s lips.
Sifting his fingers through Jane’s tousled hair, he felt contentment unlike anything he’d ever experienced in his life. His cock was throbbing and his balls ached, they were so heavy. Sweat dripped down his brow as the heat from the fire and the furs draped over their bodies enveloped them. And yet he felt content.
The fact that the tapestry had brought her here was not to be discounted either. A tapestry bride was one who was magically chosen and was always a good match. Just look at how the match between the House of Garen and Christina Beaumont had worked out. Yes, they had gone to challenge for the right to have her as a bride, but from the moment they’d laid eyes on her with the Garen brothers they had known deep down that it wasn’t meant to be. It was obvious that she was with the right brothers.
Still, they had felt her loss keenly. Having Jarmon so severely injured so soon after had only made things worse. Their mother was taking it hard. She’d rushed to Castle Garen to nurse Jarmon and had been there ever since, refusing to leave his side.
He doubted Zaren would send for their mother. There was barely enough time for her to make the trip back to Bakra Castle before Jane’s fate was decided. Besides which, it would be too stressful for her to leave Jarmon at this point.
Although Jane wasn’t aware of it yet, she had only three days to decide her future and the first day was almost spent.
Jane sighed and, as he looked down at her, she tilted her head back and peered up at him. When she blinked, her long lashes feathered over her pale cheeks. Her full lips were parted slightly and as he watched, a fine pink blush crept up her cheeks, giving her face some color. She looked good enough to eat. Bador shifted as that thought had his cock straining to be released from his pants.
“I’m still here?”
She looked like a sleepy little owl as she stared up at him with wide blue eyes. “Yes, Jane. You’re still here.”
She nodded and sighed again. “I thought I would be.” Her hand began to absently stroke his stomach. He clenched the muscles and gritted his teeth. It felt so damned good, but he might come in his pants if she kept it up for very long. “How long did I sleep?”
Struggling with his unruly desires, he tried to concentrate on her question. “Several hours, I think.”
She nodded but made no motion to leave her position. Her hand stroked lower and this time it brushed his erection through his pants. Bador hissed as he sucked in his breath. Jane’s hand froze over his hard length and he covered her hand with his, pressing her hand against him.
She made a soft sound of distress in the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers closed slightly around his cock. Bador almost howled at the intense pleasure it gave him.
Lifting his hand to her chin, he tipped it up as he lowered his mouth to hers. It was a struggle to keep the kiss light and undemanding when his body was urging him to roll over, thrust inside her welcoming body and fuck her senseless. Instead, he licked at her lower lip with his tongue, tracing the contours before slipping inside.
Cupping her face in one hand, he kept the other wrapped loosely around her. Her fingers flexed, massaging his straining flesh through the leather of his pants until Bador couldn’t take it any longer. He rolled, cradling her in his arms, until she was beneath him. Bracing himself on his arms, he continued to kiss her until her tongue was tangling with his.
Breaking away, he gasped for breath. “I want you.” Uncertainty clouded her eyes as he watched, so he quickly changed tactics. “Let me
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