Medieval 01 - Untamed
her.
âAye,â she whispered.
Dominicâs long fingers slid deeply into Megâs hair as he drew closer for a kiss.
âDid I?â Meg asked against his lips.
âDid you what?â
âPlease you.â
âAye.â He kissed her. âAnd aye.â He kissed her again. âAnd aye once more.â
âAre you certain? Marie says men get little pleasure of a virgin.â
âHammer Marie,â Dominic said, biting Megâs lower lip with exquisite care. âShe knows little about virginity and less about men.â
Meg looked uncertainly at Dominic, wondering if he were joking.
âI beg to differ, my husband. Marie knows a great deal about men.â
âShe knows a great deal about spreading her thighs,â Dominic said bluntly. âItâs not the same thing. But if you donât believe me, give me your hand.â
Meg blinked. âWhich one?â
âEither will do nicely.â
She held up her right hand. Dominic took it, guided it beneath his mantle, and pressed her palm against his rigid arousal. He smiled at the startled sound she made, and then he groaned as he urged her hand even closer. Slowly he guided her hand up the hard ridge of flesh. Even blunted by layers of cloth, the sensation was enough to make his blood pound like thunder through his body.
âMen can lie about many things,â Dominic said huskily, âbut not this. A manâs body canât lie about desire.â
The clear skin of Megâs face revealed the blush that claimed her, but she didnât pull her hand from beneath Dominicâs.
âYou pleased me in the forest,â he said deeply. âJust remembering what it was like to press into you is enough to make me harden. You were sleek and tight and untouched, yet you wept your passion for me. You were magic. A virgin spring that welled up at my touch.â
With a stifled groan Dominic dragged Megâs fingers from beneath his mantle and kissed them a bit fiercely.
âWill you let me undress you?â he asked.
âOf course,â Meg said, turning around so that he could reach the laces of her dress. âIt is your right as my husââ
âNay.â Dominicâs voice was sharp. âYou are Glendruid. I have no rights but those you give me.â
Sadness ached in Megâs throat. âSo that is why you are so careful of me. The Glendruid curse.â
His fingers paused on the laces of her emerald dress.
âI would woo you with great care in any case,â Dominic said.
âWould you? Ah, yes, of course. Men get no heirs of wives who have no pleasure in the marriage bed.â
Dominic hesitated, shrugged, and said, âI donât believe that superstition.â
Laces slipped from eyelets with a hushed, whispering sound.
âYou think a woman who has no pleasure of her partner can conceive?â Meg asked.
âI know she can.â
Meg turned and looked over her shoulder at Dominic. âHow so? Did you once force a maid and get her with child?â
âIs that what you think of me?â Dominic asked levelly.
With a sigh, Meg turned away. âNo, my lord. For all your warrior nature, you take no pleasure in anotherâs pain.â
There was silence but for the whisper of laces coming undone. After a few moments Dominic spoke in a low voice.
âOnce a knight of mine found a young Saracen girl alone. She was a virgin. He left her so torn and bleeding from his brutal rutting that we barely saved her life. I know for certain she had no pleasure of him, yet she quickened with his seed.â
âDear God. âTis little fair in that.â
ââTis little fair in being born a bastard,â Dominic said. âBut my brother and I were both born such.â
âAs was Duncan of Maxwell.â
A lace whipped through its eyelet.
âDo you have a penchant for bastards, my lady?â Dominic asked tightly.
Meg made an odd sound. âI? Nay. Rather I would say that bastards have a penchant for Blackthorne Keep!â
Dominicâs hands stilled as he fought for control of the anger and despair that claimed him whenever his wife spoke of the terms of their marriage.
âI cannot change how we were married, or why, or what I seek in the way of heirs,â Dominic said when he trusted his voice again. âNor would I if I could. What about you, my reluctant wife? Would you want a marriage that
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