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He kissed his way down her panting body, inch by inch, sliding her skirts up to expose long pale thighs. He loved that Orla was almost as tall as him and that her legs seemed to go on forever. He spread them wide open and flicked his tongue over the little bud at her centre.
‘No, Wolfric,’ she squealed.
‘Oh, aye, Orla. You will like it. Trust me, lass,’ he said, smiling and bending his head to his work. After that, his mouth was too busy for conversation and the chamber filled with Orla’s soft, panting cries of pleasure as shadows crept along the floor and the day lost the last of its light.
In his marriage bed, all was hot - skin to skin, her mouth all over his body, his hands unable to stop touching, stroking, squeezing. It was as if the lass had seeped into the marrow of his bones. Her lust for life was like a bright flame which ignited a passion in his breast.
Wolfric spent a delightful night enjoying Orla’s gratitude for how he made her feel, and he fell asleep in a fog of contentment.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Dawn came far too soon, and Wolfric was woken from a deep slumber to Orla shaking him.
‘Wake up, Wolfric.’
‘Have mercy, lass. I need a while to recover my energies, you insatiable hussy.’
She shook him again, and this time she dug her nails in. ‘You must rise and go to your father.’
‘In a bit, now come here and say good morning properly,’ he said, grabbing her for a kiss.
Orla pushed him off. ‘Wolfric, I think he is unwell.’
‘Unwell?’ he said, rubbing his eyes blearily.
‘I was on my way down to the kitchen, as I was hungry from last night’s…erm…activities. And when I passed your father’s room, I heard him groan. He is sick and too proud to say so. You must go to him.’
‘Must I. Really?’
‘Come on,’ she said, flinging her plaid about her shoulders. Wolfric had a cockstand like iron and desperately wanted to soften it. And Orla looked like a tempting morsel half-naked with her wild blonde hair falling in a soft cloud around her shoulders. How he longed to drag her back into the warm bed and have her soft body heaving under him in ecstasy.
But the way she pursed her lips indicated it was not to be, so he wriggled into his breeches with a grimace, flung on a shirt, and followed her to his father’s chamber. At the door, he paused. Indeed there was a loud, strangled groaning coming from inside. Wolfric barged in and stopped dead, Orla barrelling into the back of him.
They were confronted with the sight of Sykes. Her bodice was pulled down, pendulous breasts swinging back and forth as she rocked upon his father, who was grunting in delight like a pig who had found truffles.
‘Oh, that’s it. Do you like that Laird?’ she huffed.
‘Good Lord,’ exclaimed Wolfric.
‘Oh, my eyes,’ howled Orla, peering around his back to see the unedifying spectacle and clamping a hand over her mouth.
Sykes looked up and said nonchalantly, ‘We have company, Laird.’
‘Get out, you fools,’ howled Rufus when he clapped his eyes on them. ‘Out with you.’
‘God save us,’ shouted Wolfric, bursting out laughing. ‘What on earth are you about, father?’
‘Is it not obvious, you fool?’ Rufus shouted as Sykes clambered off him, stuffing her breasts back down her bodice.
Wolfric retreated and caught up with Orla, who was already rushing away down the corridor.
‘Oh God, oh God. I want to pluck out my eyes. How shameful,’ she declared.
Wolfric snorted back laughter. After what she had done with him abed, taking him like a wild, clawing beast, that was a bit much.
‘I told you Sykes was trouble, and you would not have it, Wolfric,’ cried Orla.
‘If she makes the old bastard happy, who is to care?’ he replied, smirking. ‘I must admit, I am almost proud of the old devil.’
