His hand drifted over my ass, my eyes instantly glazed over as I felt his touch cause a spasm between my legs and he muttered, “I don’t think there’s any ‘maybe’ about that, wee one.”
I forced myself to focus on his face to see his focus was entirely on me.
Hmm. I liked that too. Seriously.
His fingers gripped my ass and his voice growled, “Kiss me, wife.”
I’d gone dazed again but that didn’t mean I didn’t whisper, “Okay,” and then, immediately, I did what I was told.
* * * * *
I stood between the door and the doorjamb, hiding the room from view but in no way hiding the fact I was wearing nothing but Frey’s huge sweater from Alyssa who standing out in the hall and looking at me with her eyes dancing.
“Uh…” I muttered, fighting the heat that was in my cheeks, “could you do me a favor and bring up some food?”
“Of course, my princess,” she said enthusiastically.
“Thanks,” I whispered, she winked, smiled brilliantly and hurried away.
Eek!
I closed the door and turned to the room.
It was hours (and hours) later. Frey was asleep in bed. After I’d carefully left his arms to pull the bell to order some much needed sustenance, he’d rolled to his side, commandeered a pillow and his arms were wrapped around it. His hair had fallen on his forehead and the covers were down to his waist.
He looked very hot. Hotter than ever. It was a wonder the bed didn’t spontaneously combust, he was that hot.
I kept watching him as I walked across the room and only pulled my eyes from all the glory that was my husband when I made it to my armchair. I scooped up Penelope who gave me a, “Mrrrr, Mummy, I was mrrrr sleeping.”
“Hush, baby,” I muttered.
Penelope hushed but only after I started scratching her ruff.
Cradling her close, I walked to the window and slowly and silently pulled the curtain open. The rush of the cold draft hit my bare legs and crawled upwards but, although I felt it, I didn’t really feel it.
I had other things on my mind.
I took in Fyngaard. Night had fallen. Torches were lit. People were out.
Life was going on in this world as it undoubtedly was in mine.
And I had finally become wife to my other world husband. There was no mistaking it now. I had five orgasms as proof (the first, two more with Frey inside me, one from his fingers (fabulous) and one from his mouth (so freaking good, I thought it might be supernatural and this was possibly not be wrong, considering his command of elves and dragons)).
And now that he was asleep, the lamps shining a glow on the room, the huge fire roaring in the grate banishing the cold but not quite holding back the chill, it came to me that I was screwed and not just in one way, in all ways.
In our love fest, birth control had not only not been mentioned, I didn’t even think about it.
And that was not smart.
In fact, I was wondering if any of this was smart.
It could not be denied it was good, the best by a long freaking shot. I couldn’t get enough of Frey, the more I had the more I wanted and, what was almost better, he definitely couldn’t get enough of me. He really liked my body and didn’t hide it and he also really liked my touch (however that came about) and he didn’t hide that either. Not even a little, either of them. And knowing both felt freaking great.
All the rumors were beyond correct. His skills were varied, they were vigorous and the man had stamina.
And it was worth it, yes, even worth the risk of pregnancy. Not only because it was fan-freaking-tastic but because it was with Frey.
And, by the by, right then, I wasn’t going to go there. Not then. Not until later.