Dating Two Dragons (16 page)

“I thought I might go for a ride, but I know nothing of these horses.  I’m not sure which one I should take.”

“Well, then you are lucky I am here.  I was thinking of taking a ride myself.”

“Then, you will join me?”

Alva wasn’t sure why the idea made her feel so giddy, or maybe she was sure but refused to acknowledge it.  She was attracted to Heath in a way that she certainly didn’t feel for her husband.  In all honesty, it was probably best that she keep her distance.  Looking at him standing there smiling back at her, she knew she wouldn’t do so.

“I think it sounds like a most wonderful idea.”

Heath called in one of the stable hands to prepare two of the horses for riding while he chatted with her to one side of the stable.

“I hear that you are an excellent swords woman, Lady MacEwan.”

“Please.  I feel like someone’s old aunt.  Call me Alva.”

“Very well.  Alva it shall be.”

“I am okay with a sword I suppose.”

“Better than just okay from what I am told.  I’d love to see a demonstration of your skills.”

“Nothing would delight me more, but your brother has forbidden it now that we are wed.”

“He did, did he?”

“Yes.  He was very adamant about my being a lady.”

“Of course.  Appearances are everything to my brother, after all.  I tell you what.  Let’s have a little secret.  You and I will practice on our ride.  We can go out to the moors and no one will see.”

“Really?  I would adore that.  Are you sure he won’t find out?  If I do anything to break the peace between our clans . . ..”

“Peace?  Is that how he conned such a sweet and beautiful woman into marrying the likes of him?  I should have known it was not for the sake of love.  I mean, I am assuming you don’t love him.”

“Love him?  I hardly even know him.  I only saw him once before I came here to be married to him.  My father arranged this.”

“It all makes perfect sense then.  Enough of this small talk about unfortunate events.  Let’s ride, shall we?”

The ride through the woods and onto the moors well beyond them was euphoric.  Alva felt like she was as free as the wind that whirled about her.  They settled into an area blanketed all around by a thicket of trees.  If anyone were to happen into the area, they should well hear them in the branches before they reached them.  Tying off the horses to a nearby tree, the two prepared to fight.  Alva was unhappy without her own sword, but the spare one he had brought would have to do.

The time flew by as they sparred playfully with one another.  Heath was an expert swordsman himself and was very good with pointers on how to improve her stance and thrust.  She loved that he didn’t come across as condescending or act as if she was less inept because she was female.

“Here, let me show you something.”

Alva watched as he lay down his sword and walked over to where she was standing.  Walking around her, he put his arms around her and took both her hands in his, positioning the sword they held and demonstrating a well-balanced swing designed to disrupt her opponents grip on his weapon.  As he moved with her, his body pressed gently against hers, his muscles rippling as he flexed upward.  It sent a shiver through her that didn’t go unnoticed.  He stepped away and turned to face her.

“Are you cold out here?”

“Um, no.  I just had a chill.  It passed.”

He looked down at her, searching her face and then something unexpected happened.  Before Alva realized what was going on, he cupped her chin in his hands and tilted her face toward him, bringing his lips to her own.  Her sword fell to her side as she took in the taste of his hungry mouth upon hers.  Her heart thudded in her chest.  Everything about this felt so right, except . . . it was wrong.  She yanked away.

“Heath, your brother!  I just married him yesterday.”

“I’m sorry, Alva.  I just got carried away.  You’re so beautiful and he’ll never appreciate that about you.”

“Perhaps he will.  I haven’t given him a chance and here I am out on the moors acting like a common tart with his brother!”

“Trust me when I say he won’t, but I suppose it is not my place to make that assessment.  I apologize if my kiss offended you, but I’m not sorry that I did it.”

Alva studied his face closely as he continued to meet her gaze.  She couldn’t help but think that he was beautiful.  Perhaps she had never seen a more beautiful man in her life, in fact.  It seemed like an odd thing to say about a man who was so obviously virile and strong, but the thought remained.  Before she could stop herself, she leaned forward and kissed him again.

His lips tasted divine on hers as his arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling their bodies closer.  She sighed deeply as his mouth drifted down the side of her neck, kissing her pale, delicate skin.  This was wrong.  She knew that, but there was something about Heath that she couldn’t deny.  The way she wanted him was something she would never share with his brother and she found she couldn’t stop.  Her hands tangled in his long curls as his kisses fell across the exposed tops of her breasts.

“Heath, please . . . “

“You want me to stop?”

He paused, looking up at her breathlessly.  The look of desire in his eyes was unmistakable.  She could only imagine that it mirrored her own.  She didn’t want him to stop, but she knew this wasn’t right.  No matter what she thought of her husband.

“I just.  What we are doing is wrong.”

“It doesn’t feel wrong to me.  In fact, I wish that for once in my life that I had not been late.  If I had gotten here before the ceremony, I would have put a stop to it on first sight of you.  You were positively radiant in your dress, but you looked so sad.  I knew you were not marrying my brother for love.  Later, I found out it was arranged and why.”

“Still, Heath.  I am married to him now.”

“My brother will never love you, Alva.  He isn’t the sort to fall in love with a woman.  I was halfway in love with you when I laid eyes on you.”

“How could we ever be together, Heath?”

“For now, like this.  Out here, there is no one to bother us.  He is gone.  We are completely alone.  Perhaps by the time he figures it out, we will find a way.”

She stood looking at him a moment longer, at his sharp jawline, regal in appearance.  It didn’t take a huge push to realize that she felt the same immediate pull toward him as he did to her.  Her head nodded slightly as he pulled her close again, kissing her even more deeply than before.  They were soon lost in one another, consumed by the other, giving in to their needs.

Heath lay her gently in the grass, slowly stripping her clothing off layer by layer.  His lips trailed every inch of her skin as it became exposed to the glorious sunlight beaming down upon them from above.  She let go of feeling this was wrong.  It felt right.  It felt so completely right that she knew she would do whatever she must do to stay with him.

Her back arched upward toward his touch as he parted her legs and kissed her untouched folds.  It was like nothing she had ever experienced before as he slowly toured her pussy with his tongue, kissing and licking his way along each and every inch.  She felt herself growing wetter, reacting to his touch.  Her heart raced and pulse quickened as she drew in a sharp breath.

She watched as he stopped for a moment, smiling down at her as he stripped free of his clothes.  His body was spectacular, muscle and sinew.  She tried not to stare at his manhood, standing fully erect.  Though she should be afraid of what was happening, she found that she felt no doubt, no fear.  Being with Heath would be the most natural thing in the world.

“You look so beautiful like that, all spread out on the ground, naked for me.”

“Heath, I’ve never done this before.  I don’t know what to do.”

“There is nothing to know, Alva.  Just feel your way.”

He sank back down to the ground beside her, taking her in his arms again and kissing her.  The fire she had felt before was renewed, burning deeper than even moments before.  His hand found its way between her legs, his fingers slowly parting her center and massaging her as she squirmed beneath his gentle touch.  Their eyes locked together, his watching as hers grew darker with desire.  Her moans scattered across the wind blowing through the meadow.

“I love the way your pussy drips along my fingers.  You feel like wet velvet on my skin.”

Alva blushed at his words.  It was new to have a man be intimate with her, much less be so vulgar in his description of her lady parts.  She found it oddly titillating.  Her excitement only grew as he continued to massage her gently until she could feel a pressure welling up inside her, as if she might swell and burst.  Every nerve ending pulsed wildly until she felt a sudden explosion that seemed to run throughout her body, causing her to quiver and shake beneath him.  A loud cry of pleasure escaped her lips as Heath smiled knowingly.

“Heathhhhhh.”

It was all she could manage to say in the moment of passion.  She felt like her body had been blown apart and then snapped perfectly back into place.  Perspiration dotted her brow as  Heath moved across her, pressing his body closer to hers.  The sudden pain as he pushed slowly inside of her tight opening was blinding, she cried out again and he hesitated, letting the discomfort pass before pulling back and slowly slipping back in.  Each stroke brought a fresh pain, but it was lessening, replaced with a new pleasure.

“You feel so wonderful, Heath.  I never knew it could be like this.”

“It will be like this forever.  Somehow, someway.”

Alva smiled up at him, a few tears escaping her eyes as her breath slowed, became more labored with his increasing passion.  Her hips met his again and again as he took her for his own, making love to her feverishly beneath the open sky above them.  His grunts filled the air, mingling with her own as they slammed into one another, unable to get enough of the other. 

“God, I’m coming.  I’m going to explode.”

“Yes.  I want to feel everything you have inside me.”

With one final stroke, Heath pushed deeply inside her, erupting with a thick load of his seed destined for her womb.  Alva didn’t care if she became with child though she knew it could well mean a disaster for the both of them.  She wanted to experience what it felt like to have his seed flowing through her.  The warm rush of his fluids inside her only made her happier.

They lay in the grass, holding one another and kissing until the day began to grow long.  It would be getting dark before they arrived back at the stables if they didn’t hurry.  Jumping up to get dressed, they mounted their horses and made the ride back before they were missed by too many.  Careful to keep their distance from one another around the castle, it felt like torture to be so far apart from him as they went about the business of appearing that nothing was any different than it should be.

“That brother of Lord MacEwan’s is quite the handsome one isn’t he?”

Alva paused, listening as the two giddy servants discussed him.  She smiled a little to herself as she stood pretending to admire a nearby trinket with her back turned to them.

“He certainly is.  Quite a bit friendlier than the Lord too.  I wonder if he is interested in a woman of slightly lesser breeding than himself?”

Alva felt herself stiffen a little at the idea and turned suddenly to face them, angry despite her self-admonishment to mind herself.

“Don’t the two of you have something you should be doing?”

They looked at her and then each other, a stricken look exchanged that she had overheard their discussion of both her husband and his brother.

“I’m sorry, Lady MacEwan.  We were just going out ot mind the linens.”

The pair scurried off hurriedly.  Alva could still overhear them as one of them whispered a bit too loudly to the other.

“She’s probably just upset because she has already figured out that her husband prefers his own kind over what’s beneath the skirt of hers.”

Alva was stunned.  Was it true?  It made perfect sense with what he had said to her, the lack of a marriage consummation and some of Heath’s comments.  Instead of being distraught, she found that she was absolutely giddy about it.  If he didn’t enjoy the pleasures of women, then she certainly wouldn’t have to worry about him touching her.  It meant she would have no issues of maintaining her complete faithfulness to Heath instead.

Smiling, she went upstairs and prepared for dinner.  She sat at a far end of the table from Heath, trying her best to avoid eye contact, not because she wanted to but because she was afraid everyone would be able to see what she had done with him just from the look on her face.  Of course, Heath, infinitely playful was having none of it.

“Lady MacEwan, did you have a good ride this afternoon?”

“I did.  It was most splendid.”

“I’m not sure that you should be going out alone on the horse without a proper escort.”

“Why is that?”

“This land is not always a fit place for a lady of your stature to be out alone.  There are thieves and kidnappers that would love to find you separated from any assistance.”

“Perhaps I will ask one of the guards to accompany next time.”

“You could do that, but I would be more than happy to go with you tomorrow.  I’m an excellent swordsman.  I can protect you from any harm.”