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“I would not mind that,” he said, casting a quick glance at Varrick. “With your permission, my lord.”
“Aye, of course, forgive me, my lord,” Fia said, realizing she was no longer free to do as she pleased, and that troubled her. “I am not used to seeking permission.”
“You will learn, wife,” Varrick said and snatched hold of her hand to tug her along with him.
CHAPTER10
Fia dragged herself up the circular staircase exhausted, wanting nothing more than to drop into bed. She had been surprised when seated at the dais for supper, another acknowledgment that she was Varrick’s wife. Though it had been at the end of the table, and her husband busy talking with Argus, Corwin, and Lloyd. With her head nodding after having finished her meal, she bid her husband’s permission to retire for the evening and he called for Merry to show her to her bedchamber.
Merry had not been pleased with the task, the smile she had worn all evening fading as soon as she led Fia to the steps.
“You are busy, Merry,” Fia had said, which had not been a lie. The woman had been running about all night seeing to the demands of the warriors who filled the Great Hall. “If you tell me where my bedchamber is, I can find it myself.”
Merry had been only too pleased to do just that.
Second floor. That was what Merry had told her and Fia stopped on the stairs trying to recall if she had passed the second floor and was headed for the third or if she had even passed the first floor. Her tired mind could not remember.
One more floor.
She silently thanked the voice in her head and climbed the stairs to the next floor. The long day and the tiring journey having taken its toll. She barely gave the room a glance, tomorrow was time enough to view her bedchamber. Right now, all she wanted was to sleep. She shed her garments except for the sleeveless shift she wore beneath her garments and crawled into the bed. She sighed, never having felt such a welcoming mattress and the bedding had been warmed, and the blankets thick. Cradled in such comfort, Fia’s eyes closed soon after she rested her head on the pillow and fell fast asleep.
* * *
Varrick bracedhis hand against the stone wall as he headed up the staircase. He felt himself weave, having enjoyed too much ale. But it was good to be home, talking with his friends, seeing his warriors drink, talk, and laugh, and trying to ignore his wife at the end of the table. He had glanced her way now and again and saw how slow she had eaten and how her head kept bobbing in sleep. He had been about to order her to retire when she had asked his permission to take her leave. He told himself that his concern for her was due to his need for her help, as was the reason why his eyes constantly drifted toward her, constantly sought her out. He had caught many of his warriors staring at her and it was not in fear or distaste, the ale having given them the courage to see her simply as a beautiful woman.
It had angered him and when his wife had taken her leave, he issued a warning. “Lay more than curious eyes on my wife and you will not like the consequences.”
Argus had leaned close to whisper, “You do not have feelings for the witch, do you?”
Lloyd had heard and spoken up. “Lord Varrick is an honorable man, or do you forget that, Argus? He cannot let his men disrespect his wife even if she is a witch.”
And that had settled that… or had it?
Varrick was glad when he reached his bedchamber. The fire in the hearth had trickled down, the room darker than usual but he was too tired to add more logs. A warm bed waited for him; a heated stone having made it so. He crawled beneath the warm wool blankets surrendering to the sleep that instantly claimed him.
Fia felt the stroke of a hand across her bare stomach, it was warm and gentle and sent a pleasant sensation trickling through her. A soft moan whispered from her lips when the hand closed around her breast, cupping it firmly before fingers began to brush across her nipples turning her already hard nipples harder. The touch was like nothing she had ever experienced, foreign and yet familiar, intimate and pleasurable, gentle and loving.
Another barely heard moan fell from her lips when a whispered breath tickled at her neck before lips touched her sensitive skin and nipped along it. A familiar scent drifted over her.
Varrick.
A mixture of freshly fallen snow, winter pine, and pungent male stung her nostrils and stirred something deep inside her that left her aching.
She never had a dream like this before and she kept her eyes closed fearing if she opened them, she would wake, the dream gone along with the pleasure. She almost gasped in disappointment when his hand left her breast, but she caught it before it could surface, and she was glad she did since his hand roamed down along her body gently, giving a tender squeeze here and there, to settle between her legs.
Her mum and grandmother had warned her about the touch of a man and what it could do to a woman.
Love. That was what made the difference they had said. True love could survive anything. Anything less would bring nothing but trouble. But how did she know if it was love? How did she make the right choice?
His finger slipped inside her and her body arched of its own accord. Good Lord, but it felt amazing. Perfect in every way, but it was a dream, nothing more than a dream.
His hand slipped away from her as his body slipped over her. She felt his manhood hard between her legs as his mouth suddenly descended on hers in a kiss.
Potent, demanding, eager. He wanted her with a hunger that she feared she would never quench and did not know if she even wanted to since she felt an unquenchable hunger of her own.
She felt the wet tip of his shift probe between her legs as his lips grew ever more demanding on hers and she found herself eagerly returning their demand.
Now, do it now!
