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The voice boomed in her head and her eyes shot open just as the door to the bedchamber flew open and Argus rushed in.
“My lo—” Argus froze silent, his eyes appearing ready to pop from his head.
Varrick’s blue eyes flared wide as he looked upon his wife’s startled face. His manhood throbbed relentlessly between her legs, the tip of it kissing her wetness and his ache to plunge deep inside her grew along with his anger.
“GET OUT!” Varrick yelled so viciously that Argus turned to rush from the room and bumped into Merry.
Argus grabbed her by the shoulders so as not to knock her down and she stared, her mouth agape at Lord Varrick hovered over Fia. Argus rushed her from the room, slamming the door behind them.
Varrick was off Fia in a flash to stand naked beside the bed. “What magic do you work on me?”
Fia hastily pulled the blanket over herself. “I woke as shocked as you.”
He jabbed a finger her way and accused, “You were in my bed!”
Fia tried to keep her eyes off his shaft, but it jutted so thick and large from his body that it drew the eye, but she was quick to turn her glance away. “I did not know this was your bedchamber. I was tired and must have entered the wrong one.”
How had the voice in her head been wrong telling herone more floor and now, do it now? It had always guided her wisely.
“You expect me to believe that?” he accused.
“I cannot make you believe anything. I only know I speak the truth. And how did you not see me in your bed when you entered here?” she asked, curious as to how such an accident could have occurred.
He was not about to tell her that he was tired from the journey and the drink. “It is you who owe me an explanation. You who attempted to seduce me.”
Fia sat up, her eyes turning wide. “I did not seduce you. I have no knowledge of such a thing. It was you who touched me, though I thought it a dream.”
Varrick had thought it a dream as well and he had not wanted to awaken from it. He had enjoyed the feel of her soft skin, her provocative woman’s scent that begged to be explored and tasted, but the urgency to slip inside her had been like no other and that was what he had ached to do… slip deep inside her and get lost in the mighty thrusts and immense pleasure of coupling.
Her response suddenly sank into him. “Are you telling me no man has ever slipped between your legs?”
“Do you forget I told you that I keep my maidenhead for my husband.”
“I am your husband!” he reminded.
“A husband of my own choosing. A husband who will love me,” she said.
He ran his hand through his disheveled hair, finding it difficult to believe her, yet wanting to, wanting her to only belong to him and him alone. Anger flashed in him. Where had such a foolish thought come from and why did it refuse to let go?
He shook his head and spoke his mind. “This does not bode well. All will think you have me under your spell.”
He went and snatched his garments off the floor where he had dropped them. This dilemma was partially his fault as well, but he would not admit to that.
“Tongues will spread the news, and all will think you hold me spellbound,” Varrick said, turning to face her as he tucked the edge of his plaid into place at his waist.
She had gotten out of bed so softly, he had not heard her, or his mind had been too occupied to have heard her, not a good notion either way. She was partially dressed, her tunic in her hand, a good thing since he had the overpowering urge to see her naked. He wanted to see for himself, since the hasty sight he had gotten of her after her bath in the cottage had been too brief and could not tell him what his hands had told him, that her skin felt like the finest silk and her body was near to perfection.
“I think it is time you tell me why you brought me here.” Fia hurried her tunic on, feeling the need to be fully dressed, her husband’s eyes sparking once again with the heated flare she had seen in them when she had woken to find him on top of her.
“Not here,” he snapped and went to the door while Fia hurried into her shoes.
Varrick was caught off guard once again when he flung open the door to find Argus waiting there.
Argus hurried to explain, seeing the annoyance on Varrick’s face. “It is important, my lord.”
Varrick turned to his wife. “We will talk in my solar. Merry will take you there to wait for me.”
Fia jumped when he shut the door harder than necessary and she found herself needing to sit, worry filling her. The voice in her head had never misled her but having heard it urging her to couple with Varrick, she now questioned it. But should she?
