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.