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Rhona arched her back as she cried out for joy, begging for more. Grieve had anticipated her, once again, thrusting deep into her before her first blissful orgasm had finished. On the second thrust, her hips rose to meet him, ever equal to anything he was willing to give.
They moved together, one body in more than mere words, until they uttered twin cries of joy as they reached their peak together, too.
It wasn't until they lay tangled in each other's arms later, that Rhona thought to say, "Remember that witch on Nimbanmore Isle? She would be horrified at what we've just done. She thought we were brother and sister, remember."
Grieve traced a circles around her nipples, grinning as she shivered at his touch. "There's only one witch whose opinion I care for. My lovely Lady Rhona, you never did tell me…what sort of lover am I?"
Her hands slid down his belly, stroking him into readiness. Only then did Rhona flash him a wicked smile. "I'm sure I've forgotten. But I'd love to be reminded."
Grieve rolled over, settling between her thighs. "What sort?" he demanded.
"One who likes to tease me," she grumbled, reaching for him.
He leaned forward and kissed her breasts. "If you will not say, then I will tell you. I am the sort of lover who will love you with every breath until the day I die. The sort who wants to hear my name on your lips as you cry out for pleasure, over and over again." He thrust into her, as if to punctuate his words. "And what sort of lover are you?"
She couldn't think, too intent on the pleasure of feeling the heat of him inside her again. Deep inside, where he belonged. "I'm yours," she said simply. "And as long as we're together, we get to live happily ever af….oh, Grieve!"
Grieve chuckled. "As my lady wishes, of course."
Forty-One
Briska stamped out of her boots, but the blazing leather had already set the floor alight. Swearing, she bit down hard and fought to cast the only spell that could save her. The circle of blue light flared and died, once, twice…but on the third time it seemed to stay, wavering a little, but enough. She stepped through the portal, which collapsed behind her. She peeled off her singed stockings, to find her feet red and blistered with burns. She stuck her feet in the water bucket, moaning as the icy water numbed the pain.
The mirror unclouded for a moment and a face appeared. "Well done," the woman said.
"What do you mean, well done? That brother and sister almost killed me!" Briska snapped.
The woman laughed. "Brother and sister? You are too easily persuaded. That's what got you into this mess in the first place, but I will help you. This pair are matched, and so you will move onto your next quest. Your new assignment is in the icy north, I'm afraid. You will need warmer things."
Ice and snow? Perfect for burned feet.
Briska lifted her arms. "I am ready when you are, Mistress." The last word came hard for a woman who had once been a queen, but she had little choice now. Slavery to the mirror and its mistress was all her life held now.
A portal opened before her, and Briska stepped through. The mirror, her chest of belongings, and her precious sack of spices landed in the snow behind her.
Another day, another couple. Though she shook her head when she thought of Hansel and Gretel. That pair would not have an easy time of it, she was certain. She might have made a match of them, however unwillingly, but they had a lot of work for even a hope of happily ever after.
Her mistress's face appeared in the mirror. "Next, you must match Kai and Gerda," she said.
Briska sighed as she saw the picture of the pair. At least these two had clothes on, unlike the fornicating brother and sister. Thank the heavens for small mercies. And snow to cool her feet.
From queen of a kingdom to queen of the snow, Briska's work was never done.
But first, she would need a place to live, for her new palace was gone. And all the ice and snow gave her an idea…
If you'd like to read what happened to Briska, it's in Melt: Snow Queen Retold HERE (http://www.demelzacarlton.com/fairytale/#Melt)
If you'd like to read the tale of Portia and Rudolf, check out Blow: Three Little Pigs Retold HERE (http://www.demelzacarlton.com/fairytale/#Blow).
If you're looking for more of Demelza's medieval fairytales, you can find the rest of the series HERE (http://www.demelzacarlton.com/fairytale/).
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
USA Today Bestselling author Demelza Carlton has always loved the ocean, but on her first snorkelling trip she found she was afraid of fish.
She has since swum with sea lions, sharks and sea cucumbers and stood on spray drenched cliffs over a seething sea as a seven-metre cyclonic swell surged in, shattering a shipwreck below.
Demelza now lives in Perth, Western Australia, the shark attack capital of the world.
The Ocean's Gift series was her first foray into fiction, followed by her suspense thriller Nightmares trilogy. She swears the Mel Goes to Hell series ambushed her on a crowded train and wouldn't leave her alone.
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Table of Contents
Contents
Dedication
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Four
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-Eight
Thirty-Nine
Forty
Forty-One
If you'd like to read what happened to Briska, it's in Melt: Snow Queen Retold HERE (http://www.demelzacarlton.com/fairytale/#Melt)
If you'd like to read the tale of Portia and Rudolf, check out Blow: Three Little Pigs Retold HERE (http://www.demelzacarlton.com/fairytale/#Blow).
If you're looking for more of Demelza's medieval fairytales, you can find the rest of the series HERE (http://www.demelzacarlton.com/fairytale/).
ABOUT THE AUTHOR