“I think my wife needs to be taught a lesson,” he said and flipped her over his knees so fast that she had no time to even gasp in shock.
She slipped out of his grasp just before his hand met her backside and she laughed as she danced away from him. “I will not let you take your hand to me.”
He laughed as well. “You think you can stop me?”
“I am swift on my feet.”
“Not swift enough to escape the Dragon.” He jumped toward her and she ran form the Great Hall laughing. He laughed himself, for no matter how swiftly she ran, he would always catch her.
He went after her and reached her when she got to the top of the stairs to their bedchamber and scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder.
She squealed with laughter and playfully pounded his back. His hand came down on her backside, but much too softly and Heather smiled. It turned to a gasp when his hand found its way under her nightdress to caress her backside.
“You do not play fair,” she said.
“You are right, I do not play fair.”
This time it was a groan that hurried past her lips when he ran his finger down between her buttocks, to dip in between her legs and tease her with his finger.
Once inside their bedchamber, the door closed, he dropped her on her stomach on the bed and before she could turn over, he stretched out on top of her. He nipped playfully at the back of her neck, his teeth taking sharps bites that sent shivers through her.
“Stay as you are, wife, I am not done punishing you.” He felt her soft laughter ripple through her body, though he soon changed it to a shiver as he ripped her nightdress off her. He kissed and nipped along every inch of her naked back and when he started to do the same to her backside, the shiver changed to a moan.
She was a delectable morsel, and he could taste her forever, but he was hard and aching and he wanted inside her. He stripped off his garments before yanking her up on her hands and knees and entered her with such a hard thrust that her whole body jolted.
He thought he had hurt her and it was the last thing he wanted to do. He was about to ease out of her when she pushed back against him, forcing him deeper inside her. He smiled. She was as hungry for this as he was, and he slammed against her.
He kept a firm hold on her backside as he plunged in and out of her, their bodies poundingagainst each other, their groans filling the room, and their climaxes building rapidly.
They climaxed together, Heather calling out his name and Rhys biting his tongue so the words would not spill out.
Good God, Heather, but I love you!
When they were both spent, Rhys took her in his arms and they lay wrapped around each other. In minutes, Heather fell asleep, and Rhys followed soon after. And surprisingly, he felt a tingle of something he had not felt in a very long time...fear. He feared losing his wife and her love, and he swore to himself he would never ever let that happen.
* * *
“What doyou mean you do not know where Lady Heather is?” Rhys asked, bolting out of his chair and Pitt doing the same beside him.
Duff took a step back. “Lady Heather was right here in the Great Hall a minute ago. The warriors guarding the door did not see her. She did not pass Tam standing guard by the stairs. I looked in the kitchen, and she is not there. She just disappeared.”
Rhys slapped his hands down on the dais table. “People simple do not disappear.”
Pitt shook his head at the young warrior in warning. He knew exactly what he was going to say and it was the wrong thing at the wrong time. Rhyswould not want to hear his warrior remind him that the Dragon was adapt at doing just that, being there one minute and gone the next.
“Nessa!” Rhys shouted and the servant lass jumped and hurried over to the Dragon. “Have you seen Lady Heather?”
“No, my lord, the last time I saw Lady Heather she was here in the Great Hall.”
“A room full of ghost warriors and my wife vanishes in front of them all.” Rhys shouted.
“That would include you too,” Pitt said with a smile.
“Perhaps I should have a pit dug just so I can toss you back into one.”
Pitt sobered his expression, though a smile still threatened to break free and he took a step closer to Rhys. “It seems your wife has done what others could not...she has touched your heart,” he said for Rhys’ ears alone. “Scowl if you will, but you cannot deny the truth.” He did not wait for a response, he turned and called out. “Find Lady Heather now, she could not have gone far.”
Pitt walked around the dais to Nessa. “A thought on where she might be?”
