off those around him and going into an alcove surrounded by potted palms.
Mandy? Where are you?
There was a blizzard. We took refuge at the manor of Baron Socton.
Socton is a good, honorable man, Mandy. He served the realm well during the Southern Rebellion. She felt his pause and gentle probe. You’re upset. What else has happened?
Aaron is dead. He stole valuable objects from the baron’s household. He was trying to leave the manor when… Her breath caught in a sob.
Socton’s beasts stopped him. Did Socton tell you about them?
Yes. Father and Bettina are in a different wing of the manor. And… Cousin, he…he proposed to me tonight. I don’t know how to tell him…
Tell him.
I’m scared.
Don’t be. Trust me, little one. If anyone beside us two can understand, it’s Socton. Again, her cousin paused. If you can, try not to bring me into the conversation. Especially around your father.
You and the baron aren’t friends?
I’ve had to play a different game of survival than Socton. And he has some things to tell you as well.
Such as?
Those are his secrets to tell. Not mine.
Men!
His laughter filled her mind. It’s late for you, Mandy, and if you’re that far, this will exhaust you. Good night. And congratulations.
Good night.
She snuggled deeper into the covers and fell asleep with a smile on her face.
For a third night in her dreams, Wulfgar opened the bedroom door. Pulling the covers from her, he gazed down at her a long moment. She saw fire in his eyes as he reached for the neck of her nightgown with both hands. With quick jerks, he tore it in half down the front. Shocked, she couldn’t move. He sat on the bed and covered her breasts with his hands. She sighed as he fondled the soft skin. He lowered his head and suckled on her tight nipples. He nibbled and licked them until they were peaked and aching. She gasped as his teeth nipped the hard peaks of her breasts. He caught her hips, holding her still as his mouth roamed her upper body. He seemed to relish the reactions when he touched her breasts and focused on them. Her hips shifted restlessly on the bed.
Relentlessly, he tormented the sensitive skin, his long fingers fondling the soft mounds, pinching and pulling at the nipples until she was moving frantically on the bed. Her skin was glowing with need. Her breath came fast and shallow. Her core tightened and ached. And her mind…her mind was demanding the explosion she’d felt the night before. The need became a hunger. She reared up off the pillows, reaching for him as she sat up. Her fingers tangled in his hair and forced him to look at her.
“Wulfgar,” she whispered, all her need in his name.
Down the hall, the man stirred on the great bed, his hand gripping his cock while his mind hungrily took over hers. He could feel her heat as if she was in the bed with him, smell her arousal as if her sweet nectar was actually beneath his mouth. Her hips arched up and her thighs fell to the side to give him greater access to her heat and then he felt her hands on his head. She spoke his name. He could see her…sweet God, she was there with him.
The fire in his eyes blazed higher when he saw her desperate need. With a deliberate movement, he lowered his head and put his mouth where the night before his hand had given her pleasure. Her moans grew louder as his tongue touched her clit. He closed his eyes as her hands held him to her. Her back arched as he greedily feasted on her flesh. Her soft moans told him how his touch affected her. Her fingers tightened in his hair. She bowed over him briefly before flinging her head back as ecstasy filled her. Her fingers went as boneless as the rest of her and she fell back on the pillows. Smiling at having satisfied her, he stretched out next to her and gathered her against him.
“Beloved,” he murmured in her ear.
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