Fantasyland 01 Wildest Dreams (31 page)

That was when my stomach wrenched searing
pain up through my lungs and even in my throat.

And because of this, all I could manage was
a whispered, “What?”

“I’m away in an hour,” Frey repeated.

He was away in an hour.

In an hour he was away.

Without me.

“But… but the Bitter Gales –” I started.

He interrupted me to bite off, “Is there
reason for me to escort you to the Gales?”

“Uh…” Oh shit. Think Finnie! “Yes, you…
you’re, um… my husband. A husband –”

“I’m not, Sjofn, there are many things I am
but one thing I know I am not and that is your husband.”

That hurt, God, it hurt so bad, I had to
close my eyes and turn my face away from the anger in his.

And it wasn’t him saying he wasn’t my
husband.

It was him calling me Sjofn.

I was not Sjofn. I was Finnie. His wee
Finnie. I was not the Sjofn he knew and hated.

I was not.

But I’d asked for that.

Shit. I’d asked for it.

I felt my throat clog as my breaths kept
coming fast, my breasts brushing his chest as they came.

Then I felt the tip of his finger glide
along the dense ruffle at the edge of my camisole, light against my
skin. Gentle, sweet and unbelievably sexy.

I closed my eyes tighter and my breaths came
faster as hope budded at his touch.

Then his finger went away.

I missed it when it was gone and I clenched
my eyes tight as the tears rushed up my throat.

“Enjoy your Gales, Sjofn,” he said softly
but his tone wasn’t gentle, it was distant and that hurt too. “I’ll
see you upon my return.”

He started to move away but I looked at him
then and I knew, hells bells, I knew when I opened my eyes there
were tears there.

Tears!

From me!

But they were there and I didn’t have it in
me to make them go away.

And this was because I really,
really
did not want
him
to go away.

My chest still moved, rising and falling
rapidly as my mind went blank to everything but the thought of him
going. But he not only stopped moving away, he had grown completely
still as his eyes stayed riveted to mine and there was no way to
stop the one tear that dropped and slid down my cheek. I watched
him watch it as it went all the way down, falling from my jaw and
landing on my chest.

Then his gaze came back to mine when I
decided what I needed to say.

And when I did, I whispered, “I change my
mind, Frey. I really don’t like it when you call me Sjofn. Please
don’t call me that anymore.”

I barely got out the last word when he was
back in my space and one of his arms sliced around the small of my
back, the other hand plunged into my hair, fisting and pulling back
as well as tilting my head to the side and then his mouth slammed
down hard on mine.

Instantly his opened, mine reciprocated and
there it was.

I was back. He was back. And having him, I
shot straight up the line of happiness toward bliss.

But this was not a gentle kiss, this was not
sweet, this was charged, greedy and that was coming from the both
of us. I took, he took and the way we took I knew there wasn’t ever
going to be enough.

My arms had wound around his neck and I
pressed deep into him. When I did, Frey didn’t break the connection
of our mouths as he leaned deep into me, arching me back as his arm
slid over my ass and I knew what he wanted.

I helped by hopping up and circling his hips
with my legs. Even before I got them around him, he was turning,
walking, still drinking from my mouth as he prowled to my
bedroom.

Then I was on my back in the softness of my
bed, his heavy weight on me and I arched up, tensing my limbs
around him to push deep like I wanted him to absorb me.

It was then he tore his mouth from mine and
his blazing eyes locked with my own.

“Do not let your body ask for that which you
aren’t ready, my wee one,” he growled his warning.

And he did it while calling me his wee
one.

God, I missed that.

“I know what I want, honey,” I whispered,
watched his eyes flare then his arms went from around me, I felt
his fingers at the sides of my panties and then I heard the
material tear.

Yes.

Oh yes. Yes, yes,
yes.

My hands went to his sweater at the back,
clenching in, pulling up as his fingers went to the gusset of my
undies, yanking them free.

“Hurry,” I whispered.

“Patience,” he muttered then he lifted his
arms for me, I pulled his sweater free, baring his fantastic chest
then his hand went immediately to his breeches.

“Hurry, baby,” I pleaded, pressing into him
with my hips and rounding him again to hold him tight in my arms,
loving the feel of his sleek, hard-muscled skin against my
hands.

“Gods,” he muttered, eyes on mine and I knew
my gaze was filled with all the hunger I was feeling for him then
his head dropped, his mouth captured mine and his tongue invaded as
his cock thrust inside.

My back arched and my low moan drove down
his throat.

Oh yes. Yes. Yes,
yes, yes!

God, he felt so
fucking
good.

Then he thrust into me, hard, fast, deep and
not close to gentle and I lifted my hips to get him deeper,
encourage him to go faster, help him to ride me hard.

I broke my mouth from his as it built, fast,
God, so fucking fast, and hot, God, the heat was going to reduce me
to ashes and because of that I couldn’t take his tongue
anymore.

I shoved my face in his neck, held on and
gloried in the fierce jolts his deep thrusts scored into my body as
I begged against his neck, “Harder.”

I barely got out the word before my head
flew back, pushing into the bed, my neck arching, my back arching,
my limbs tightening and I cried out as it seared through me,
burning brilliantly.

“Gods,” I heard him grunt as he kept driving
into me, “Gods, you’re beautiful, my wee Finnie.”

I opened my eyes to see his on me, burning
me anew and I held them as he kept driving into me, again and again
until he thrust hard, deep, my body jerked powerfully with it but
he stayed planted and his head went back, the veins in his neck
stood out and his groan of release filled the room.

Yes. Oh
hell
yes.

When he was done he collapsed on me and my
lungs compressed at his immense weight but I held it not but a
second before he rolled so I was on top and he was still inside
me.

My cheek was to his chest and that was all I
could see but I could feel him inside me, the ache from his thrusts
so freaking sweet, one of his hands was in my hair and his other
arm was wrapped around me.

And all that was him under me, in me, all
around me, I touched the top of the happiness scale and hit
bliss.

Then I blinked.

Then I thought,
okay, shit, now what did I
do?

Before my mind could sort it out, my mouth
decided.

“Um… suffice it to say, I don’t want you
calling me Sjofn anymore.”

His body stilled under mine for a long
moment then it started rocking like he was laughing. His fingers
fisted gently in my hair and tugged even more gently but I knew
what he wanted. I sucked in breath and with it, courage, lifted my
head to look at him and saw his beautiful eyes warm on me.

Yes.

Oh hell yes.

“Does this mean my Finnie is back?” he asked
quietly.

“Yes,” I answered quietly then my mouth kept
talking, “and she missed you.”

At my words, his eyes closed instantly and
he rolled me, disconnecting us (sadly). He laid me on my back but
his big, warm body stayed pressed close to mine and I watched his
eyes open.

God, I’d missed his beautiful brown-green
eyes with their dark, thick fringe of lashes, especially when they
were looking at me like they were looking at me then. Not that I’d
ever seen that particular look, exactly. It was warmer, sweeter,
and definitely better since it said he knew the feel of the most
intimate part of me and, obviously, he really freaking liked
it.

“Um… just for your information,” my mouth,
clearly detached from my brain, kept going, “I’m not all that into
this Gales business. So, you know, if you feel like company on this
gig you’ve got going, um… I’m available.”

Frey grinned.

Then he said, low and rumbly, “Wife, if you
think I’m going to further discover your significant charms in my
cold cabin on a ship filled with my men, I must inform you that you
are very wrong.”

I felt my eyes get wide and my heart
swell.

“You’re not going?” I whispered.

“Gods, no,” he answered instantly.

He wasn’t going!

And he wasn’t going because he wanted to
stay with me.

Woo hoo!

I grinned before I admitted, “Uh… that’s
good since I actually
was
into all this Gales business mostly because I have a
fabulous dress.”

That was when Frey’s grin became a fantastic
smile.

Then, thinking about what he did on his
ships, I tipped my head to the side and asked, “Isn’t your business
important?”

“It was,” he stated, “it isn’t anymore.” My
heart swelled so big, it felt like it was going to burst, his head
dipped and his mouth touched mine before he pulled slightly away
and muttered, “Ruben can deal with it.”

I nodded, agreeing eagerly. “He can. I don’t
know him very well but he seems really competent to me.” And this,
actually, was no lie.

His eyes held mine and I felt his body move
the entire bed as it rocked with his laughter then he fell to his
back, taking me with him so I was again on top. I lifted my head to
look down at him and his hand held back my hair as his other one
drifted down my spine.

Then he told me, “I’m afraid, my wee Finnie,
your dressmakers are in for a long wait.”

Oh yes.

Hell
yes.

“Maybe they’ll come back tomorrow,” I
suggested.

His hand drifted over my ass, my eyes
instantly glazed over as I felt his touch cause a spasm between my
legs and he muttered, “I don’t think there’s any ‘maybe’ about
that, wee one.”

I forced myself to focus on his face to see
his focus was entirely on me.

Hmm. I liked that too.
Seriously.

His fingers gripped my ass and his voice
growled, “Kiss me, wife.”

I’d gone dazed again but that didn’t mean I
didn’t whisper, “Okay,” and then, immediately, I did what I was
told.

* * * * *

I stood between the door and the doorjamb,
hiding the room from view but in no way hiding the fact I was
wearing nothing but Frey’s huge sweater from Alyssa who standing
out in the hall and looking at me with her eyes dancing.

“Uh…” I muttered, fighting the heat that was
in my cheeks, “could you do me a favor and bring up some food?”

“Of course, my princess,” she said
enthusiastically.

“Thanks,” I whispered, she winked, smiled
brilliantly and hurried away.

Eek!

I closed the door and turned to the
room.

It was hours (and hours) later. Frey was
asleep in bed. After I’d carefully left his arms to pull the bell
to order some much needed sustenance, he’d rolled to his side,
commandeered a pillow and his arms were wrapped around it. His hair
had fallen on his forehead and the covers were down to his
waist.

He looked very hot. Hotter than ever. It was
a wonder the bed didn’t spontaneously combust, he was that hot.

I kept watching him as I walked across the
room and only pulled my eyes from all the glory that was my husband
when I made it to my armchair. I scooped up Penelope who gave me a,
“Mrrrr, Mummy, I was mrrrr sleeping.”

“Hush, baby,” I muttered.

Penelope hushed but only after I started
scratching her ruff.

Cradling her close, I walked to the window
and slowly and silently pulled the curtain open. The rush of the
cold draft hit my bare legs and crawled upwards but, although I
felt it, I didn’t really feel it.

I had other things on my mind.

I took in Fyngaard. Night had fallen.
Torches were lit. People were out.

Life was going on in this world as it
undoubtedly was in mine.

And I had finally become wife to my other
world husband. There was no mistaking it now. I had five orgasms as
proof (the first, two more with Frey inside me, one from his
fingers (fabulous) and one from his mouth (so freaking good, I
thought it might be supernatural and this was possibly not be
wrong, considering his command of elves and dragons)).

And now that he was asleep, the lamps
shining a glow on the room, the huge fire roaring in the grate
banishing the cold but not quite holding back the chill, it came to
me that I was screwed and not just in one way, in
all
ways.

In our love fest, birth control had not only
not been mentioned, I didn’t even think about it.

And that was not smart.

In fact, I was wondering if
any
of this was smart.

It could not be denied it was good, the
best by a long freaking shot. I couldn’t get enough of Frey, the
more I had the more I wanted and, what was almost better, he
definitely couldn’t get enough of me. He
really
liked my body and didn’t hide it and he
also
really
liked my
touch (however that came about) and he didn’t hide that either. Not
even a little, either of them. And knowing both felt freaking
great.