by Dee Brice
“Such generosity. You are truly blessed in your family, Edgar. Willa giving Gerard and Edina Serenity. Pippa giving us a foal.”
“We are blessed, Rowena. Yvonne is giving us—all of us—a wedding feast.” He chuckled. “And the choice of any tapestry from these quarters.”
“Ugh!”
“’Tis better than one from her own quarters,” Edgar said dryly, smiling down at Rowena.
“I would rather have her bathing tub.”
“I suggested that, but Gareth refused on Yvonne’s behalf.”
Rowena laughed. “Perhaps we can have one made for us.”
“An excellent idea. I shall see to it immediately.”
Her hand on his arm stopped him.
“I am in need of comforting, m’lord. I need you to banish my terror.” She shivered, the memory of Roland’s tiercel flying at her face, its deadly talons extended burning in her mind.
For a long moment, Edgar simply stared into her eyes. Then, without touching her, he began to make love to her. His eyes darkened as they caressed her unbound tresses that flowed over her pillows. She could almost feel his fingers tangling in them. Could nearly feel his calloused fingertips stroke her brow, her eyelids, her cheeks. Her lips.
Everywhere his gaze roamed she felt his touch. She thought he never had made love to her so exquisitely, that she might reach completion before he truly touched her.
“Edgar,” she whispered, bringing his heated gaze to her face.
Naked lust flared in those gold-flecked orbs but his lips were gentle when he finally kissed her.
“I thought I was lost to you.” Her voice trembled. Tears stung her eyes but she refused to let them fall.
“’Tis fortunate that Roland is already on his way to Innerford. Otherwise I would spear him for every tear you shed.”
She clasped Edgar’s hands then guided them to her breasts. “I am glad he has gone. That you and I are safe and here. Love me, Edgar.”
“I do, Rowena. I love you with everything that is good within me.” He gazed deeply into her eyes and seemed to read the thought that entered her mind.
Smiling up at him, she cupped his balls through his breeches. “I would prefer that you love me now with everything within you that is naughty.”
“Gladly.” His hands worked their magic and quickly dealt with her laces and tabs until she lay naked on the wide bed. Then, with her gaze following his every movement, he shed his own clothes.
“Gentle or hard?” he asked when she opened her arms and spread her legs.
“Hard,” she replied, her hips surging upward to take his rigid cock into her welcoming heat. “Yessss!” she cried as she dug her fingers into his buttocks and her queynte spasmed around it. “Swive me, Edgar. Harder! Yes. Yes. Yessss!”
When her climax lessened and her body stilled, he rocked within her. Slid gently in and out while she looked up at him and chewed on her lush lips. Her sated eyes darkened. Her body gathered itself once more. Her juicy core milked him until, crying each other’s name, they again touched heaven.
* * * * *
Willa’s Tower Guest Quarters
“I wish Edgar had killed Roland!” Edina shouted as Gerard barred the solar door.
“So do I, but I’m glad he didn’t. No one should have another’s blood on his soul.”
“Men kill each other all the time.”
“In war, aye. Sometimes even in cold blood, for no reason at all. And other men rape and murder, pillage and burn for their own pleasure. But good men—men like Edgar—do none of those things.
“Except in war,” Edina amended through a sigh.
Gerard smiled down as he gathered her into his arms. He knew what she needed, what he needed and wanted too. “I can think of more pleasant topics of conversation.”
“Such as?”
Her curving lips invited his kiss. He probed gently with his tongue and her mouth opened to take it in. Their tongues danced together, tasted each other’s flavor. Need rode them, but they let it build until neither could refrain from touching.
“Take off your clothes,” Gerard muttered against her ear.
“Remove yours,” she countered.
“Not yet.” He lounged on the window seat, bent one leg then spread the other. “I want to watch you disrobe while I stroke my shaft.”
“I’ll stroke it for you.”
“Not yet,” he repeated. “Imagine yourself alone in this room. You’ve come here to surprise me. You want me to find you naked when I arrive. You want me to swive you so badly you may reach ecstasy just thinking about my shaft buried in you. Of how my shaft will feel buried in you. Sliding in even deeper until you can feel it touch your throat.”
Moaning, she touched the hollow at the base of her throat. She almost could feel him there, his shaft so long and hard he could reach there from inside her. And she did want him—so badly her legs barely supported her. So badly her knees shook. So badly her juices soaked her nether curls and seeped down her trembling thighs.
“Look at me, Edina. See how much I want you.” He opened his breeches and his shaft sprang free, hard and ready. Pulsing as if her fingers stroked it.
She moaned again as her fingers somehow found their own way to her shoulders. Sought and found the knots that connected her sleeves to her bodice. Magically untied those knots before frustration made her tear every piece of clothing from her body.
His eyes slitted, Gerard watched her every move. He sensed the moment her embarrassment left her and her own feminine power seized her.
As if she touched him with her hands, her gaze slid from his shaft to his face then down again. A siren’s smile curved her moist lips as she inched her bodice down her chest revealing—one by one—her breasts. Her rigid nipples rose higher as she caressed them. She bit her lower lip, sharing her pleasure at her own touch with a soft “ahh”.
Turning her back, she unfastened her skirt tabs. The material whispered over her hips, down her legs to pool around her ankles. Glancing over her shoulder, she stepped free. Her eyes seemed to glow an even brighter blue. Her lips seemed fuller, moister.
“Do you like my buttocks, Gerard?”
He nodded. His hand stilled on his rigid shaft. His balls felt near to bursting.
“Do you want to swive my ring, Gerard, as Edgar swived Yvonne’s?”
“Nay. I want to bury my shaft in your hot, moist queynte. Now!” He stood, tearing off his own clothes.
“Not yet,” she parroted as she faced him. She moistened her fingers, trailed them over her nipples then down to the nest of flaxen curls between her thighs. She sat on the table, spreading her legs to ease her finger inside her channel.
“Do you like that more than you like my shaft?”
Looking coy, she shook her head. “Do you prefer your own touch to my hands on you?”
“Sometimes a man must take care of his own needs.” He strode to her. Squeezing her breasts together, he lapped her nipples until her hand curled around his shaft and guided it into her hot, juicy quim.
“So, sometimes, must a woman,” she panted, thrusting against him. “But I like this more. Swive me, Gerard.”
He did. He drove into her again and again until she cried his name and milked him to completion.
* * * * *
When they assembled in the great hall for the evening meal, they found mirrors of myriad shapes and sizes propped against the walls and laid on the tablecloths beside each eating knife.
“What is all this?” Yvonne asked her aunt.
Aida rubbed her forehead as if it ached. “I awoke this morning thinking how beautiful the hall would look with candlelight shining into every corner. At first I considered having more torches installed but then…’twas as though Kerrie—may she rest in peace—whispered to me.”
“Wretched woman,” Pippa complained, her usual acidity missing.
Aida slanted her a quelling look, saying, “Then I thought our gowns would look even lovelier with their colors reflected throu
ghout the hall.”
“Sent every servant to the cellars,” Gaspar contributed. “Had them haul and polish every piece of glass they could find.”
“The hall does look festive,” Willa said, smiling at her aunt as if to reassure her that her efforts were appreciated.
“Aye,” Aida slowly agreed. “But now I feel ‘twas all for naught. As if the person—the reason I did it no longer matters.”
“Roland could admire himself from every angle,” Yvonne said caustically then frowned as if wondering why she’d mentioned the knave.
Gareth thoughtfully stroked his chin. “It did seem as if Roland paid closer attention to himself than he did his tiercel.”
“Vainglorious creature!” Beatrix proclaimed as she and Basil neared the dais. Rowena and Edina, looking sated and sleepy, approached on Edgar’s and Gerard’s arms.
“We are done with him,” Basil told them. “Forever.”
“Then we have even more cause for celebration,” Yvonne proclaimed, mounting the dais, Gareth at her side.
Before their priest said the blessing he read the banns.
At last Marchonland would see another wedding.
Epilogue
A Fortnight Later
The day of their wedding, the grooms surveyed each other in their finest clothes. Gerard wore a doublet and breeches of gold velvet. His slashed sleeves and trunks revealed dark blue satin. His poulaines—one blue, one gold—were fashionably pointed.
Edgar had donned a dark brown doublet and trunks, the slashes showing glimpses of autumnal red. But his hose and garters were streaked with blue and pale gold in honor of his bride and Beaufort.
“Nervous?” Gerard queried.
Edgar started to deny the queasy churning in his gut but grinned instead. “A little nervous. Maybe. More aroused than scared. You?”
“The same. I could kill Gareth. Forbidding our tupping our brides for two—”
“Long and miserable.”
“Weeks.”
Realizing they sounded like their brides, they laughed and thumped each other’s back. With Gerard leading the way, they trod down the stairs and over the drawbridge.
Clear skies, a bright sun and a gentle breeze greeted them along with their family and all of Marchon’s people. Archers leaned over the battlements and cheered as the grooms paced to the priest. Together they turned to greet their brides.
Although dressed in the same colors, their gowns—like their birthmarks—were mirror images. One side blue, the other gold, the blue side of each gown was embroidered with Beaufort’s coat-of-arms—peregrines in full flight. The shoulder-to-shoulder round necklines announced them as already married women, but even the twins’ parents seemed undisturbed by this presumption. Over their double-pointed hennin, each twin wore a sheer blue veil. In one hand, each carried a bouquet of summer roses. Their other hands clasped, they approached their betrotheds. All four went to stand before the cleric who would marry them.
The men each held up a hand, asking the priest to wait before beginning the wedding ceremony. Then each man lifted a bride’s veil. Shaking their heads, they switched places.
“’Tis the last time,” Rowena murmured to Edgar, laughing.
“We promise,” Edina said to Gerard, giggling softly.
“Somehow—” Edgar began.
“I doubt that,” Gerard finished.
* * * * *
Delighted, Kerrie clapped her hands and leaned into Alexandre’s embrace.
“C’est fini,” he murmured against her neck.
“For now, aye. ’Tis finished.”
About Dee Brice
Dee believes she was born with a pen in one hand and a writing pad in the other. Determined not to work in an office, this wannabe actress never learned to type well. She still composes with pen and pad, then transcribes her manuscripts onto her computer. Sometimes Dee and her dictation program are best friends; more often they are mortal enemies.
Dee lives in northern California with her inspiration, best friend and husband. She loves to read and, of course, write. Passion’s Four Towers, her first published novel, was nominated for a Psyche Award in 2008. His Virtual Assassin finaled in Passionate Ink’s 2008 Passionate Plume contest.
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