Medieval 01 - Untamed

the other side.
    â€œâ€¦I shall test your softness,” Dominic whispered.
    Unerringly his fingertip parted the lush thicket, discovered the hidden bud and circled it slowly before going on to the sleek petals that had begun to fill with desire. He drew his fingertips slowly over Meg, probing softly, insistently, but her gate was too well defended from front.
    â€œOpen for me,” he said hoarsely.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œGive me the freedom of your warm keep.”
    Before Meg’s mind understood Dominic’s request, her body did. Her legs shifted, allowing him a greater intimacy. She was rewarded by a gliding caress that made fire splinter through her.
    She knew then that she had wanted this since her wedding night, when she had first felt the hard warmth of Dominic’s hand sliding up beneath her dress.
    â€œMore,” Dominic said hoarsely, watching Meg through narrowed eyes. “You are still closed against me.”
    She shifted again, then gasped at the slow penetration of his fingertip. When she would have closed her legs once more, she found she couldn’t. He had thrust his thigh between hers, holding her legs apart. Her eyes opened, startled.
    Dominic was watching her with eyes of silver fire.
    â€œI should not do this,” he said hoarsely.
    â€œWhat?” she whispered.
    â€œThis.”
    He circled Meg’s sleek sheath. The shivering cry he drew from her made his head spin with passion.
    â€œSo tightly held against me,” Dominic breathed, “yet you wear your desire like a perfume.”
    â€œâ€™Tis only—my bath.”
    â€œâ€™Tis your passion, Meg. There is no perfume like it.”
    She would have said more, but he was between her legs again and she couldn’t breathe for the rings of pleasure expanding through her body, crowding out all else but a delicious, pulsing heat.
    â€œDominic, I fear I cannot stand much longer.”
    Without a word he lifted Meg and seated her on the trestle table. The cool, smooth wood was another kind of caress, one that served to focus the heat of her own body and that of the man who was standing in front of her, his face drawn with passion. Beneath his concealing mantle he worked at his clothing. Then he swirled his mantle over both of them.
    â€œWrap your legs around my waist,” Dominic said.
    His voice was hoarse, urgent, and even while he spoke he was drawing Meg’s legs around his body.
    â€œYes, like that,” he said. “Now come closer. Closer, Meg. Closer…yes, a bit more…”
    Meg’s breath came in swift and hard as she realized that it wasn’t Dominic’s hand caressing between her legs. Her fingers dug into his arms as she felt something broad and smooth and solid probe the edges of her softness.
    â€œDominic?”
    He shuddered heavily as he nudged the sultry sheath, felt the liquid heat of her response, and knew that he must be held hotly, deeply, tightly. Now .
    â€œHold on to me, small falcon. Soon we will fly.”
    â€œThe devil take you, squire,” Eadith said loudly from the hallway. “If I want to speak to my mistress, I will!”
    The drapery whipped aside as the handmaiden entered the bathing room. “Cook wants to know if—Oh!”
    Though Dominic’s mantle covered both himself and Meg, the circumstances left little doubt as to what Eadith had interrupted. The shock on her face would have been amusing to Dominic if he hadn’t been ready to throttle her on the spot.
    â€œBeg your pardon, Lord Dominic, lady,” Eadith muttered as she withdrew hastily.
    Dominic sent a barrage of searing Turkish oaths after the handmaiden while Meg struggled to disentangle from her husband. At first he wouldn’t permit it. Then, with a final oath, he released her.
    â€œIt’s just as well,” Dominic said savagely. “I never meant it to go so far before you bled.”
    A savage crack of thunder shook the keep. The last, rolling reverberations were drowned by the pouring rain.
    Fortunately, the rain also drowned out Meg’s words to her husband. Though each word was carefully chosen, not one of them was fit to pass a lady’s lips.

21
    T HE COLD WIND AND RAIN WAS followed by a cold drizzle, which was followed by another wild and blustery storm. It was two days before the sun came out again.
    Meg was as unsettled as the weather. The body she had thought she knew quite well turned out to be something