“I leave my wife in our bed, it had better be,” Lahn.
“You have my vow it is,” the second warrior who spoke, spoke again.
Lahn hesitated before he sighed. Then he turned me in his arms, his hand came up to curl around the underside of my jaw and he dipped his face to mine.
“Rest and try to sleep, my tigress. I will return,” he said in English.
I nodded, he held my face steady and touched his lips to mine.
Then he set me in bed, threw the hides over me, exited off the side, went to the trunks, pulled out then yanked on another pair of hides and left the cham still tying them at his hips.
The warriors followed.
The rain fell.
And I lay in bed in the tent, listening to the drops slap against the cham and I tried to do as my husband ordered – rest and sleep.
But all that filled my head was the beautiful, tragic bride of a monster saying a word she did not know but a word I knew in my soul she understood, “Rainbow.”
And I hoped she was over it, her spirit now inhabiting a wonderful world.
* * * * *
I woke when Lahn’s arms shifted me into his body.
Sleepily, I lifted my face to his and my eyes fluttered open.
“Is all well?” I whispered.
“Yes, my golden doe, now sleep.”
I nodded but kept my face tipped to his as his moved closer to mine.
And then when his lips pressed against mine, groggy and not thinking, mine parted.
And the instant they did, his tongue swept inside.
It felt great and he tasted even better.
My body snuggled closer to his as I drowsily offered my mouth to my husband, he accepted, his arms growing tight around me and he drank deep.
When he ended the kiss I felt his lips move against mine as I heard the rough, whispered words, “Golden honey.”
I mumbled, “Mm,” dipped my chin and tucked my face in Lahn’s throat.
Then I fell asleep in his strong, tight arms.
Chapter Twenty-One
The Golden Goddess
“Wake, my queen,” I heard Lahn’s voice, my eyes fluttered open but before I was fully awake, he plucked me out of bed, planted my ass in his lap, knees bent, one arm circling my calves and waist, the other hand sifting in my hair from the neck up.
I focused drowsily on his handsome face and whispered, “Hey.”
Then I watched his eyes smile as he whispered back, “Hey.”
I was pretty sure my eyes smiled too mainly because I knew my mouth did it. Then his gaze dropped to my mouth, his eyes grew heated and his head bent.