Warrior (22 page)

those things. But you forget, you are

mine.”

His lips descended again and Jaisyn

closed her eyes. Let him do whatever

it was he needed to do, she thought,

and be done with it.

Feeling her go limp before him,

Vulcan lifted his head and swept her a

predatory smile. “Have you decided to

submit to the beast, wife? Finally, you

accept your place?”

He dragged her toward the bed and

threw her upon it. Jaisyn landed on

her back, half of her body on the bed,

half off. She did not move, just stared

up at him with blank eyes as he pulled

the tunic over his head and partially

undid the fasteners at his hips.

His breeches were still on as he

moved atop her, trailing his tongue

along her lips before moving down her

body. He lapped greedily at the water

on her skin, cleaning up the area

around her breasts first before

attacking her sensitive nipples.

Jaisyn closed her eyes and prayed

for strength. She wasn’t going to

respond to him! Her husband saw her

as chattel—a bag, a horse, a wife?

She could not and would not like the

attentions of someone as backward as

he. His pace began to slow as he

reached for the other breast, sucking

and biting down gently on it. He

released them suddenly and she heard

an angry growl leave his throat

moments before he got to his knees

before her spread legs.

Jaisyn felt his fingers at her feminine

folds and flinched. She had braced

herself for the pain of him filling her

when something wet and slightly

rough lapped at her. Was that his

finger? She was about to dismiss it

when the most delicious sensation

rushed through her body and made

her hips arch off the bed. Something

moist and warm was wrapped around

her pearl. Her eyes flew open and she

raised her head only to stare in

stupefied shock at Vulcan’s dark head

between her thighs, his tongue

lovingly caressing the hidden flesh

between her folds.

She came to her senses seconds

later and tried to push him away.

“Vulcan—stop. This is not—please,

stop! This is immoral! Don’t—”

He ignored her. Instead, his hands

clamped down on her thighs to keep

them steady and Jaisyn fell back

against the bed, trying hard to fight the

sensations running through her body.

He began to flick his tongue rapidly

over her button and she shrieked

before placing one hand in her mouth

to block her screams, and curling the

other into the sheets to anchor herself.

His lips sucked at her once more and

repeated the rapid flicking.

What was he doing? This was

wicked! Jaisyn’s thoughts began to

spin out of control as her body ignited.

In no time, she was lost. Her peak

was

quickly

approaching

when

Vulcan slipped a digit into her tight

and sensitized sheath, curling his

finger forward slightly to rub against a

secret area she didn’t know she had.

A loud scream erupted from her

mouth moments before she cried his

name, and the world slipped away.

***

As waves after waves of spasms

passed through her, Vulcan pushed

himself up, his face still an angry

mask, and completely removed his

breeches before moving over her. He

was achingly hard. She’d almost made

him explode prematurely when she’d

screamed his name as her climax

shook her.

Her eyes were closed and her

breathing was slowly returning to

normal. He leaned down and kissed

her, pleasantly surprised when she

opened her mouth and pressed her

tongue against his.

As he engaged her tongue, he

reached between their bodies and

grasped his shaft. He pushed it against

her opening and her eyes sprung

open. He pushed forward slowly,

remembering that her first time was

only a few nights ago, sighing in bliss

when most of his length was buried in

the confines of her body.

***

Jaisyn bit back the urge to moan as

he filled her to the brink. She didn’t

like Vulcan so she shouldn’t like the

things that his body did to hers, but

Goddess help her, she did!

He began to move, pulling slowly

from her body only to push back in.

She bit her lip. Damn him! And damn

her traitorous body.

Vulcan reached behind him and

grasped her leg, pulling it upward and

placing it around his hip. Jaisyn

gasped as she felt him slide deeper.

Deciding that she was fighting a losing

battle with her hormones, she lifted

the other leg and sighed as another

half inch slid forward. Her husband

lifted a brow and braced two strong

arms on either side of her as he began

to go deeper. He would pull out to the

point of almost completely leaving her

body before thrusting forward again.

Jaisyn moaned beneath him, caught

up in the feelings rushing her. Her

eyes fluttered open and she stared at

him. He was watching their bodies

where they joined. Sweat beaded his

brow. Feeling voyeuristic, Jaisyn

pushed herself onto an elbow and

stared down at their bodies. She could

see her husband’s veined appendage

moving into her and retreating. She

collapsed back against the bed and

tightened her legs around his buttocks.

He was going too slowly.

“What do you want, Jaisyn?” he

asked from between clenched teeth.

She bit her lip. She wasn’t going to

beg. It was bad enough she enjoyed

his attentions!

“You want nothing?” he taunted.

His hips stopped moving and Jaisyn

bucked impatiently as Vulcan quirked

a satisfied brow.

“What do you want, wife?” he

leaned over her, nipping at her lips

while remaining impassive inside her.

“Tell me, or by the Gods, I’ll leave

you here, Jaisyn.”

Her eyes widened but she made no

move to say anything. Vulcan pushed

himself up. As she looked on, he

thrust shallow against her before

pulling his still-hard erection, shining

with her moisture, from her body.

Jaisyn cried out from the loss.

“Vulcan…

please,”

she

heard

herself say. He was looking down at

her once more, his thick shaft in his

hand.

“What do you want, Jaisyn? Tell me

exactly what you want.”

Jaisyn looked down at the jutting

part of him, glistening with her desire,

and then into his eyes.
Damn him
!

Vulcan knew what she wanted but he

refused to do anything about it until

she voiced her needs? Knowing that

she had no choice, she spoke softly

and quickly. “I want you inside of

me.”

Vulcan pushed his erection back

against her opening before he shoved

into her body and—paused?

“And how shall I take my rebellious

queen?” Her confusion must have

shown on her face, for a half-smile

curved his lips as he clarified, “Shall I

have you hard and fast until your

throat is raw from screaming my

name, or slow and easy, until you beg

for more?”

Jaisyn could have lost herself at

those words but she managed only a

nod before Vulcan made the choice.

As his hips surged strongly against

hers, Jaisyn’s hands lifted to her

breasts, unconsciously cupping them.

***

Vulcan stared down at her in

absolute lust. He was holding onto his

control by a thin thread, refraining

from pummeling her body like his

baser self wanted. He was already so

close and she was touching herself as

he took her. Jaisyn had no idea how

sexy and incredibly passionate she

was.

When he thought he could take it no

longer, Jaisyn shuddered violently,

and screamed his name. He thrust

forward once more and released

inside of her, tired from hunting and

spent from his argument and the

furious lovemaking with his wife.

Vulcan pulled himself from her body

and gently swung her limp legs up to

the bed. He crawled in beside her and

prepared to drift off to sleep when he

remembered their conversation wasn’t

yet over. Rolling to his side, he

stroked her belly until her eyelids

flickered and dazed golden eyes

opened a fraction to stare up at him.

“The next time you intend leave this

castle, I
will
know where you are

going.”

Jaisyn narrowed her eyes, and she

blinked sluggishly up at him, trying

somehow to rebuke those biting

words.

Vulcan collapsed beside her, feeling

pride as he watched Jaisyn’s eyes drift

closed. He’d worn her out to the point

of silence. Wrapping his arms around

her middle, he pulled her against him,

inhaled deeply of the lavender of her

bath and the musk of their love-

making, and promptly fell asleep.

Chapter 7

“Yer Majesty.” The voice was soft

and familiar. Jaisyn curled further into

the warm throw, refusing to peel her

lids open.

“My Queen,” the voice continued,

“’is Majesty requests yer presence in

the Great Hall.”

Jaisyn’s lids lifted slowly, heavy

with the weight of sleep. She blinked

until a pair of familiar brown eyes and

pale hair came into view.
Magda
.

“What is it, Maggie?” her voice was

groggy. She cleared her throat and

stretched her body.

“’is Majesty, my queen. He wants

ye to come down for supper.” Jaisyn

covered her mouth to stifle a yawn

and began to sit up, only to scoot back

under the covers as Magda’s eyes

widened perceptibly at her nudity.

Heat pooled in her face as the events

of the day came rushing back to her.

Vulcan
!
Supper
?

“What time is it?” Jaisyn asked

when Magda turned away and walked

over to the low fire at the hearth. She

stoked the flames, giving her mistress

ample time to recover from her

embarrassment before she went about

dressing her for dinner.

“Last I checked ’twas after six,

Majesty,” came the reply.

Jaisyn’s eyes widened. She’d been

sleeping for so many hours? Even as

she tried to dismiss that, she knew it

was true. Why else would she be

feeling the slight chill on the night air?

And why else would it be suppertime?

“Does yer Majesty want to wear

anything special tonight?” Magda

asked, finally turning from the hearth

to face her queen.

***

Vulcan had but one thought as he

sat before his still full platter as the

conversation at the table raged on

around him: Jaisyn was a witch. His

people had their share of witches and

wizards spread across their country

and as his wife ate, spoke, charmed,

bewildered, and smiled, he knew her

to be one. Why else, as she sat in his

presence, was it possible to think of

naught but lying between her sleek,

golden thighs? Why did he want to

smile as she occasionally threw hostile

glares his way? She was not dressed

to entice. In fact, the Lytherian

females wore clothing that exposed

nothing of their forms. On a daily

basis, the females of Morden wore

dresses with lower bodices and tighter

fits. The women he’d taken to

mistress had had collections that were

outrageously scandalous, pieces that

left little to the imagination, and were

easy to remove. Still, the barest of

those costumes hadn’t affected him as

he was now. Jaisyn, with her

twinkling golden eyes, and plain,

almost drab, purple gown with a

bodice that barely showed her

collarbone, had to be a witch.