It was unlike me to be jealous. I spoke the truth when I whispered back, “Like I told you, on Ocracoke it’s common to share partners, even encouraged. Why hold you lover back?”
Because he’smine.
This was ridiculous. I was being selfish.
She softly said, “Alright. As long as it’s only pleasure and I remain a virgin.”
Not entirely ready to shed her Saxon scruples, then. It was just as well. I didn’t think I could handle Bastian fucking her, but surely I could force myself to allow him to do other things.
No matter how jealous I was now, I didn’t want him to be alone when I was gone.
I slipped from the tent and padded through the camp to him, knowing instinctively where he was without having to see. Like he could feel me too, he whispered, “Sigrid,” just as I leaned down next to his pallet. “Is something wrong?”
I wanted to climb on top of him and pretend Eleanor didn’t exist, but I whispered in his ear, “We need you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
BASTIAN
Ipadded silently after Sigrid towards their tent, wondering what could’ve happened, but when I got in there, Sigrid simply sat on the bed and whispered, “Eleanor wishes to experience pleasure.”
Aghast, I snatched Sigrid by the arm and tugged her to me. “Sigrid, in the name of holy fuck, what are you doing?”
She pouted prettily, pretending not to care, but something about her demeanor wasn’t right. “Lady Eleanor has never had an orgasm. We’re sexually enlightened beings who could die in the fight tomorrow. Seems a shame not to take advantage of this chance.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, wondering when I’d learn to weather her games without giving her the reaction she was looking for. “So you were…”
“Teaching her, yes.” She said it as though it were the most obvious conclusion in the world.
“And you summoned me because…”
Her sad smile was at odds with the words coming out of her mouth. “You give better pleasure than anyone I’ve ever known.”
That shut me up. As she’d known it would from the smug look on her face. My queen deserved the best. The knowledge that I was the best of them all made me feel seven feet tall. Until she spoke again.
“Pleasure her,” she said carelessly, gesturing to Lady Eleanor. She may have tossed it out like it didn’t matter, but she watched me with hawk eyes.
“I will not.” It was all I could do not to scream at her for suggesting it. My heart pounded in my chest, and I couldn’t figure out why she wanted to push this distance between us when we’d come so far.
“Why not?” Her voice was flat, but I knew her well enough now to know that meant she was suppressing her feelings rather than not feeling anything.
I raked a hand through my hair, at the very edge of my patience. “Because you aremy wife.”
Eleanor glanced back and forth between us with flushed cheeks. “You could show me…with each other.”
Something primitive and possessive inside me snapped. “Shall I demonstrate with my wife, Lady Eleanor?”
Sigrid only hesitated for a second, but the hunger in her expression won out. When I pushed her down on the bed pallet and lowered my head between her thighs, she didn’t stop me. Nor did she object when I parted her perfect pink cunt with my thumbs and licked up her slit.
At the first taste of her, I forgot where we were or why we needed to stay quiet, and groaned as I pressed my tongue to her clit.
The way she bucked her hips drove me mad. I held her hips in place with one hand, and thrust two fingers inside her,ignoring the tiny noises Eleanor started to make at the sight of Sigrid’s pleasure.
I didn’t know what had driven Sigrid to suggest I be with another woman, but I could remind her that I worshipped only her.
Sigrid’s whole body trembled, and she cupped a hand over her own mouth as she climaxed, clenching around my fingers like she ached for my cock.
Movement at the tent flap made me spring to my feet, throwing myself between the intruder and Sigrid. She was up just as quickly, pushing in front of me to step out of the tent.
