going over, her body going rigid as convulsions rocked her. He took her through the pleasure and into a series of smaller inner explosions until her body fell limp against the furs below her.
He surged up between her legs and reached for her hand. He placed it over the burning heat of his erection. Her fingers curled around him convulsively. He wrapped his hand around hers and began to move them both over his male heat.
His hips snapped too and fro, his hand around hers so tight it bordered on painful.
Then she felt him give a triumphant shout, the sound beating in the air around them even though she could not hear it. Hot liquid landed on her stomach and breasts, searing her with yet another act of his possession.
Talorc's wolf howled his triumph as the warrior shouted his pleasure and his seed shot out to land on the silken skin of his wife. The climax lasted longer than any orgasm he had ever had, each spurt of his come that landed against her skin giving his wolf feral pleasure Talorc could not begin to deny.
When he had finished climaxing, he leaned forward and began to rub his seed into her skin, marking Abigail in an unmistakable way for all Chrechte warriors to recognize.
Unlike other women who might have objected to something so earthy, Abigail lay compliant below him as he caressed every last drop of his come into her skin, until she was so thoroughly marked with his scent his own wolf would have a hard time distinguishing between their bodies.
She was his and all would know it.
Chapter 6
Abigail woke alone.
After an initial pang of disappointment, relief flooded her. She did not know how to face Talorc after her wanton behavior the night before. It had felt so natural then, but in the first light of day, it seemed aberrant. She wished she could convince herself it had been a vivid dream. An amazing, if outrageous, dream.
Anything but the embarrassing reality that it was.
Did men and women really engage in such acts as a common occurrence in the marriage bed? Regardless if others did, she had a feeling she and her husband would.
Talorc was not a man to deny himself what he saw as his, she thought. Add that to his assurance the morning of their wedding that he expected them both to find pleasure in their shared bed, and doing such again would be a definite matter of course.
At least until he learned the truth of her affliction.
She could only be grateful she would have experienced the mysteries of her own womanhood by then.
What had once terrified her had become a journey she was eager to take. And that, as much as what they had done last night, mortified her.
She was a true wanton.
Surely, she should not be so eager. Not that propriety mattered one way or the other. She spent too much time hiding her deafness, she had not subterfuge leftover to mask this newfound need. And no stomach for doing so either.
With that truth resounding in her conscience, she sat up and looked around her.
No sign of Talorc. Again relief assailed her. The flap was down on the tent, but morning light filtered in from the outside. It looked like the cool light of early dawn. Knowing her laird, he would expect to return to their journey north soon.
She pulled back the fur covering her and reached for her shift, but stopped and wrinkled her nose. She smelled like him. Like sex with him .
It wasn't just her cheeks that blushed, but her whole body, as renewed embarrassment flooded her. She could only hope his soldiers would not notice the fragrance of lovemaking over the stench of horses and their own sweat.
She would give her entire stash of spices she had brought with her for a stream to wash in right now. Not because she disliked the scent of Talorc's seed on her, which caused yet another surge of shame. She should find it offensive rather than oddly satisfying, shouldn't she?
However, regardless of her odd reaction to the situation, she hardly wanted everyone else to know what she had been doing
He surged up between her legs and reached for her hand. He placed it over the burning heat of his erection. Her fingers curled around him convulsively. He wrapped his hand around hers and began to move them both over his male heat.
His hips snapped too and fro, his hand around hers so tight it bordered on painful.
Then she felt him give a triumphant shout, the sound beating in the air around them even though she could not hear it. Hot liquid landed on her stomach and breasts, searing her with yet another act of his possession.
Talorc's wolf howled his triumph as the warrior shouted his pleasure and his seed shot out to land on the silken skin of his wife. The climax lasted longer than any orgasm he had ever had, each spurt of his come that landed against her skin giving his wolf feral pleasure Talorc could not begin to deny.
When he had finished climaxing, he leaned forward and began to rub his seed into her skin, marking Abigail in an unmistakable way for all Chrechte warriors to recognize.
Unlike other women who might have objected to something so earthy, Abigail lay compliant below him as he caressed every last drop of his come into her skin, until she was so thoroughly marked with his scent his own wolf would have a hard time distinguishing between their bodies.
She was his and all would know it.
Chapter 6
Abigail woke alone.
After an initial pang of disappointment, relief flooded her. She did not know how to face Talorc after her wanton behavior the night before. It had felt so natural then, but in the first light of day, it seemed aberrant. She wished she could convince herself it had been a vivid dream. An amazing, if outrageous, dream.
Anything but the embarrassing reality that it was.
Did men and women really engage in such acts as a common occurrence in the marriage bed? Regardless if others did, she had a feeling she and her husband would.
Talorc was not a man to deny himself what he saw as his, she thought. Add that to his assurance the morning of their wedding that he expected them both to find pleasure in their shared bed, and doing such again would be a definite matter of course.
At least until he learned the truth of her affliction.
She could only be grateful she would have experienced the mysteries of her own womanhood by then.
What had once terrified her had become a journey she was eager to take. And that, as much as what they had done last night, mortified her.
She was a true wanton.
Surely, she should not be so eager. Not that propriety mattered one way or the other. She spent too much time hiding her deafness, she had not subterfuge leftover to mask this newfound need. And no stomach for doing so either.
With that truth resounding in her conscience, she sat up and looked around her.
No sign of Talorc. Again relief assailed her. The flap was down on the tent, but morning light filtered in from the outside. It looked like the cool light of early dawn. Knowing her laird, he would expect to return to their journey north soon.
She pulled back the fur covering her and reached for her shift, but stopped and wrinkled her nose. She smelled like him. Like sex with him .
It wasn't just her cheeks that blushed, but her whole body, as renewed embarrassment flooded her. She could only hope his soldiers would not notice the fragrance of lovemaking over the stench of horses and their own sweat.
She would give her entire stash of spices she had brought with her for a stream to wash in right now. Not because she disliked the scent of Talorc's seed on her, which caused yet another surge of shame. She should find it offensive rather than oddly satisfying, shouldn't she?
However, regardless of her odd reaction to the situation, she hardly wanted everyone else to know what she had been doing
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