note in him. God?s blood, now Rowena even made him feel guilt, when he had, in
truth, been more lenient with her than she deserved. When he thought of what he
could have demanded of herher very life! Nay, he would not feel guilty over his
treatment of her.
To speak of the devil, Rowena came up from the kitchen just then, drawing his
attention instantly with that damn red chemise, which he promised himself he was
going to burn one of these days. She noticed him almost immediately as well,
only she then turned swiftly about to return whence she came. Running from him
now, was she? Aye, mayhap she felt she ought to after the foolishness she had
instigated that morn with Isabella.
But now that he had seen her, he knew he could no longer concentrate on Emma, so
he dismissed her with the admonishment to wait until after he was gone on the
morrow to make her request of Rowena. Thusly he would not have to order Rowdna?s
duties lessened; they would be so with his absence. And hopefully when he
returned from killing d?Ambray, she would have developed a routine of working
with Emma that he could then allow to continue.
No sooner had Emma left than Rowena reappeared and headed toward him with a
pitcher of ale in one hand and a tankard to receive it in the other. She was
managing to surprise him again with her willingness to serve him without being
summoned to. Or did she feel she needed to do some amends making? Aye,?twas
likely that, and rightly so. God?s blood, the wench had bitten him without a
thought to how he would react. And it had been no small nibble either. The
muscle that she had sunk her teeth into was still sore. Her daringhe admired,
damned if he did not. But she was not to know that. She?
? came to a sudden halt halfway to the hearth, her attention gone elsewhere.
Warrick turned to see what had distracted her, but ?twas no more than Beatrix
entering the hall with a servant in tow. Yet when he looked at Rowena again, she
appeared stricken for a moment, then resigned; then even that she shook off. He
glanced at Beatrix again, frowning, unable to see what had caused Rowena to
react that way. And then he noticed the cerulean blue bliaut his daughter was
wearing, a gown much too fancy for one of such tender years, nor what he was
accustomed to seeing her wear. Twas deeply cut in front, designed mayhap to
display a special chemise underneath, though the chemise Beatrix wore with it
was unremarkable, obviously not a match to the outer gown.
He made the connection, but wished he had not. The bliaut was Rowena?s, cut down
to fit the smaller frame of his daughter. But where was the pleasure he had
thought he would feel when he had first decided to give Rowena?s clothes away to
trample her pride and self worth? He was uncomfortable with what he did feel
instead. The gesture had worked. She was actually hurt to see her clothes on
another. And now he had the urge to rip the gown off Beatrix and hand it back to
Rowenawhich, of course, he could not do.
Devil be damned, he liked not these thirfgs she made him feel. More guilt now,
and ?twas becoming annoying that such an unfamiliar feeling was getting in the
way of what had been a perfectly plotted revenge. Which was why he snapped at
Rowena when she finally reached him.
?I am sorely displeased with you, wench.?
Her eyes flared slightly before she replied briskly ?So I can see, my lord. You
wear your emotions most eloquently as usual.?
His scowl got a little darker as he pointed out ?Yet you do not tremble before
me.?
She shrugged, setting the ale down on the table next to him instead of offering
it, as she?d intended.
?You point out frequently how stupid I am.?
?Or very clever,? he said sourly.
She laughed at that.
?As you wish, my lord. I am adaptable.?
?We shall see how adaptable you are after we discuss your most recent
transgressions of the morn. Mayhap you thought I wouldst forget your behavior
before the Lady Isabella. You bit me, wench.?
Rowena made a valiant effort to conceal her grin, but failed.
?Did I??
?You know very well you did. You also disobeyed me.?
That had a more serious sound to it, so she quipped ?And a good thing, too. ?You
might have wanted the lady to find me in your bed, but I would have been quite
embarrassed by it.?
?That matters not?
?I see,? she cut in stiffly, her amusement gone completely.
?Then I am to assume that humiliation is no longer to be used as a means to
punish me, merely will it be mine now to experience at any time.?
?Do not put words?
She stopped him yet again.
?Nay. I understand perfectly.?
She whipped around to leave him, but he caught her long single braid as it swung
past his face. He pulled it slowly until she was forced to bend over, their
heads nearly touching.
?Indignation is misplaced in a serf,? he said in soft warning.
?Did you forget you are my serf??
She waited a half breath before she whispered back ?Never would I forget that I
am yours, my lord.?
Her sapphire eyes held such sensual promise as they met his that, coupled with
her words, Warrick?s manhood warmed and swelled in full appreciation. He
wondered if she did it apurposeor if she even knew what effect she had on him.
Were they alone, she would find out quickly enough.
He released her braid, needing distance between them before he made a fool of
himself by carrying her straightaway to his bed. But she did not move back as he
expected, and her fingers lightly touched the back of his hand in what was
clearly a caress.
?May I ask a boon, my lord??
He stiffened, recalling how Celia had always waited until he was so hot to have
her that he could deny her naught. Even so, he said ?Ask.?
She leaned even closer to whisper by his ear ?You have made it my duty, but what
I want is to explore your body at my leisureas I did before. Will you lie down
for me without chains to bind you and let me touch you as I would like??
Words failed him. Of all the things she could have asked for, including her
release, never would he have thought her request would be to pleasure him. He
was going to make a fool of himself after all, because he wanted her so badly
now, he was about to explode with it.
He started to stand, but her hand came to his shoulder and she added ?Forsooth,
I did not mean now, but later, when you decide you want me again.?
?Wench, think you you can say such to me and I can then wait to?
?I was not trying to lure you to your bed,? she quickly assured him.
?Were you not??
A soft blush rose to her cheeks.
?I had thoughtthis eventide, when ?tis dark and? She did not finish.
Warrick, so ready to bury himself inside her that he could barely stand it,
understood her dilemma, though he wished he did not.
?I forget at times that you were a virgin. Just now I would have it otherwise,
but Go, wench, and do not let me see you again ere the sun setsbut then you had
best be waiting in my chamber for me. Only do not expect your boon until I have
h
ad you at least once, more like twice. Verily, I may not give you rest until
the morn.?
Her slight blush had turned bright scarlet before he finished. She gave a short
nod in answer and hurried away. Her absence, however, did not cool his ardor,
and his discomfort began to infuriate him.
Damn the wench, what was it about her that caused him to react with such
extremes of emotion? From his first consuming fury that demanded revenge to this
raging lust he was in the grips of now. And then there was this sudden mellowing
of his need for absolute retribution, with young Fergant, even with the Lord of
Ambray, who had earned his vengeance for nigh two years now. Had it been
gradually occurring, or was it, too, a result of the profound effect Rowena was
having on him?
Verily, it seemed she occupied his thoughts now to the exclusion of all else.
And he could not even say it was because she, too, had earned his complete ire,
since he no longer thought of revenge when he thought of her. Even d?Ambray?s
challenge was of little interest to him now, whereas a month ago he would have
leaped at the opportunity to meet his enemy face to face. He would ride out on
the morrow to do so, but he saw it now as more of a bother.
It occurred to him suddenly that he was riding out on the morrow, not to return
for a goodly number of daysnot to see her for that long.
He left the hall in the direction Rowena she had taken. She could have her boon
later, aye, he would insist upon it. But he could think of no conceivable reason
why he should have to wait until the sun set for what he wanted. She might need
the dark to become bold with him, but he preferred the light when he was buried
inside her, so he could watch every nuance of her expression when she reached
her pleasure beneath him.
Chapter 33
He was gone, but Rowena had not been thrown back in the dungeon as she had
feared. She had not even been roused from his bed to attend her duties this morn,
but had been allowed to wake on her ownto the empty chamber.
Warrick had bid her good bye, however, at the crack of dawn. She remembered that,
just barely, remembered being swept up into his arms, pressed tightly to his
mail clad chest, and kissed tenderly. Tenderly? Aye, she was not mistaken in
that, for her lips had been sore, were still sore, yet that kiss had not hurt.
But she had fallen back to sleep almost immediately after she had been lowered
back to his bed, the exhaustion of the night she had spent with him too much to
pique her interest in his leaving or aught else.
Now that she was awake, she wondered about that kiss, so different from all
those she had acceptedand giventhroughout the long night. Her swollen lips could
attest there had not been much tenderness in those other kisses. Not that she
minded. The pleasures she had received far outweighed the little discomforts she
was left with. And now that she thought of it, she also wondered why Warrick had
been so insatiabfe. Surely not because she had brazenly spoken aloud what she
would like to do with his body. And yetand yet he had found her not long after
she had left him in the hall yesterday afternoon and had dragged her to his
chamber, where he had shown her theconsequencesof teasing him like that.
He had been so hot to have her that it had happened only moments after they
reached his bed. There had been some discomfort when he plunged into her, but so
arousing did she find his unbridled passion for her that she was moist by the
second thrust, and as mindless as he by the third. After that he made love to
her more leisurely, but with no less ardor. And it was lovemaking, for he gave
more of himself than he took, without once mentioning what stood between them.
At one point they both realized they were hungry for something aside from each
other, and he went himself to wake the cook. But ?twas unnecessary, for someone
had left a tray of food in the antechamber for them, as well as a full bath.
They availed themselves of both, though the food was as cold as the water by
then. That they had so lost track of time?
But the night was not over, and Rowena had not forgotten what had started this
odyssey of sensual indulgence. Neither had Warrick. But only after he was
confident that ?twould take a miracle to stir his manhood to life again did he
grant her original request. Yet the man was mistaken in what he was capable of,
for he had been unable to lie still for her for very long.
Twice he had tried, and each time when his control finally broke he was like a
wild man in his possession of her. She had started at his neck with her mouth,
working slowly to his shoulders, down those thick arms, across to his chest. She
had wanted to lick every inch of his body, but she had not got much lower than
his belly ere he would push her back on the bed and drive into her. Twas not
until he was nigh exhausted that she finally had her way with him, and even now
she blushed to remember her boldness and the sounds of pleasure she had wrung
from him.
It seemed like a dream now, how he had been with her, so different from how he
usually was. Not once had he shown his cruel side. And she was amazed, now that
she remembered, how often she had made him laugh. It had been a night she was
not likely to ever forget.
What she did not know, and was not going to find out now with him gone, was if
his new behavior and treatment of her was the hopedfor result of her seduction
of him, or if it was only temporary. He was going to be away less than a
sennight, he had told her, but just now that seemed an infinitely long time to
wait to learn if she really had succeeded with Mildred?s plan. Of course, even
if it had worked, this separation just might undo it, so she would have to start
over again.
Rowena sighed as she got up and dressed. She was being impatient, she knew,
especially when it was, in truth, unrealistic to assume that she might have
actually tamed the dragon this soon. One night did not make a changed man. And
one little reminder of why he had sought revenge against her would bring the
fire breather back. But she had made progress. There was no denying that. And
she could not deny either that seducing Warrick de Chaville was not the hardship
she had thought it would be. Nay/twas most definitely a pleasure.
She did not realize how late it was until she entered the hall and saw none of
the morning sunbeams that usually winked in from the high windows. The large
room was almost deserted as well, except for a few servants. Mildred was one,
and hurried to intercept Rowena on the way to the kitchen.
Rowena was surprised enough to ask ?Is it safe, then, with him gone, for us to
be seen talking??
?His order be damned,? Mildred replied.
?What I have learned cannot wait for a private moment. But why do you not seem
distressed at his leaving??
Rowena grinned.
?Behold, this is not the dungeon.?
?Nay, I do not refer to that, but to where Lord Warrick has gone. Can it be you
do not know??
?Know what, Mildred? Warrick told me only that he would be gone a short while,
not why he must le
ave.?
Rowena began to frown.
?It cannot be to make war, not in so short a time.?
?Nay, not war, but a battle nonetheless. Gilbert has challenged him, and Warrick
rides now to meet himface to face.?
Rowena paled.
?God?s mercy, one of them will die.?
Mildred blinked, startled that that should be a concern.
?Certainly,? she said impatiently.
?But first they will recognize each other.?
Rowena barely heard, for she could not get the picture out of her mind of how
large Gilbert was, how well skilled with a sword, and how Warrick would fight
fairly, but Gilbert likely would not. Nausea churned in her belly as the picture
became Warrick? lying on the ground? with blood?
She was shoved forcefully into the chair by the hearth, with no knowledge of
having walked there. Mildred?s hand was cool on her hot cheek.
?What ails you, my lamb?? the older woman was asking anxiously.
?Is it the babe??
Rowena looked up with utter despair in her eyes.
?I do not want him to die.?
?Ah,? Mildred said knowingly. She sat down on the stool beside Rowena and
continued briskly.
?And why should he? He left here anticipating and prepared for a trap. Twill not
likely even come to a fightat least not between the two of them. But I thought
you would be more worried about Warrick realizing who you really are. Once he
gets a good look at Gilbert he will recognize him as one of his captors at
Kirkburough, and he will make the connection. Does that no longer concern you??
?Not for the same reason. I know now that he will not kill meat least not for my
properties/? she added with a smile that was more sickly than wry.
? Tis his rage I fear if he thinks I deceived him with my silence, which in
truth I did. For that I could end up back in his dungeon.?
Mildred?s smile was even more sickly.
?Sooner than you think, my sweet one.?
Rowena frowned.
?How so??
Mildred glanced behind her first to make sure they were still alone.
?The Lady Beatrix has been throwing tantrums since she was informed she must wed
into the Malduit family. She is utterly furious with Warrick, and if the man has
taught his daughters aught, ?tis the satisfaction of revenge. She means to make
her father sorry for giving her to a mere boy she does not deem worthy of herand
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