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She licked her lips.
She sighed.
She twined her fingers through his hair to encourage even more of what she had at first thought might be wrong.
Then just before she leapt over that last barrier into the final throes of ecstasy, he blanketed her body with his again, penetrated her deeply, and began hungry, deep thrusts.
They clung to one another as they came to that place where stars seemed to explode inside their heads, and where their bodies blazed with joyful bliss.
Afterwards, when they were lying side by side again, only their hands intertwining, Mary Beth gazed over at him. “How could it ever be any more beautiful than it was for us tonight?” she murmured, her face still hot with the aftermath of lovemaking. “Everything within me came alive with passion. I was far beyond coherent thought when you took me over the edge into ecstasy.”
“As was I,” Brave Wolf said, chuckling. “At that moment I was not a chief, I was a man . . . a mihigna, a husband.”
“But you are a chief, a beloved one at that,” Mary Beth said, leaning up on her elbows as she gazed admiringly at him. “As you are now a husband, also a beloved one. And soon you will be a father, as I will be a mother again.”
She sighed and rolled back onto her back. “Again,” she murmured. “Oh, how I wish that David could have been here to make this day one hundred percent perfect.”
“My sunshine, do you not know that he was with you?” Brave Wolf said as he moved to his side and placed a gentle hand over her heart. “In there, my sunshine. In there. Your son is always with you in your heart.”
Tears came to her eyes. Not sad tears, but happy tears that came from realizing just how wonderful a man she had found and married. “Only you would think to tell a woman that on her wedding night,” she murmured. “That proves that you are unselfish in your thoughts. Tonight you could be demanding so much more of your wife. You are so sweet and special, my husband. I hope I never disappoint you.”
“You could never disappoint this husband,” Brave Wolf said, sitting up. He placed his hands at her waist, drew her up and arranged her on his lap, facing him. “You are so radiantly beautiful tonight. It would be so easy to make love over and over again, but I also see some weariness in your eyes. It has not been an easy time for you these past days. My wife, let us sleep. Let me watch you sleep. I doubt that I can go to sleep just yet. I am so full of you, oh, so full of you.”
“As I am you,” Mary Beth murmured. She leaned forward and twined her arms around his neck and gave him a sweet kiss. “My mihigna, I hunger for more tonight than sleep. It would please me so if you would take me on that road to paradise again.”
He smiled into her eyes, then gently rolled her beneath him again.
Their bodies came together with the magic only they could create for one another.
Chapter Thirty
I’ll woo her as the lion
woos his bride.
—John Home
The sound of a cat meowing outside their lodge awakened both Mary Beth and Brave Wolf.
Mary Beth sat up and listened more carefully, then hurried into a blanket-robe and went to the entranceway. She slid aside the flap when she heard the cat’s soft cry again.
It was early dawn and there was just light enough for Mary Beth to see the beautiful calico cat, its green eyes gazing up at her as if to say I belong to you, not Pure Heart.
Then Mary Beth saw something else. A mouse, and not any ordinary mouse. It was white-footed. She saw it was dead and also saw the cat’s teeth marks in its bloody side. She gasped softly when the cat gazed down at the mouse, slapped at it with a paw, then looked up at Mary Beth again.
“What is it?” Brave Wolf asked as he came to Mary Beth’s side with his breechcloth on. He followed her gaze and saw the cat and then the mouse.
“The cat seems to have brought me a gift this morning,” Mary Beth said, smiling at Brave Wolf.
“A mouse?” Brave Wolf said, arching an eyebrow.
“This is the way a cat shows its affection . . . its fondness for someone,” Mary Beth said. She reached down and swept the cat into her arms.
When it snuggled close to her and began purring, she knew that her reasoning was correct. The cat had chosen her to be its master over Pure Heart. The mouse was its way of delivering the message of ownership to her.
Brave Wolf went outside, took the mouse by its tail and tossed it away. He washed his hands in a basin of water that was kept outside, then went back into his tepee and knelt beside Mary Beth. She was sitting beside the glimmering embers in the firepit, slowly stroking the cat.
“I’m not sure what I should do about this,” Mary Beth said, glancing at Brave Wolf. “The cat is so content when she is with me. I feel that I should accept her as mine, since it is so obvious that she prefers me, yet what about your mother? The cat seemed to help take away some of the loneliness that Night Horse’s departure caused.”
