Page 126 of Oath of the Wolf
“We’re married,” Cenric growled back.“Everyone knows we swyve.”He pressed her against the boulder, nipping her neck where it joined her shoulder.
Brynn bit her lip, fighting to be quiet.She dug her fingers into his sides, wanting everything, but afraid to take it.
Cenric drew up her skirt, exposing her thighs.He did it slowly, watching her face by the dim light of the distant fire.When she didn’t stop him, he dropped to his knees.
Brynn bit down on her knuckles as his tongue slid into the space between her legs.Pleasure flared through her, hot and delightfully forbidden.
He pushed her legs wider, his tongue doing those wonderfully wicked things to her most secret places.
Her mind turned heady, and her power rippled around her.Cenric might not be able to see it, and most the camp wouldn’t, but Esa would.Lena might.Brynn fought to control herself, but she couldn’t control her body and her magic at the same time.Karippled around her in shimmering lines, magic responding to her pleasure in golden coils.
Pressure built deep in her core as Cenric licked her with delicate strokes.He reached up to knead her breasts through her dress, finding her nipples and pinching just so through the linen and wool.How did he make this feel so good?
With her skirt around her waist, she was exposed and vulnerable, the cool night air reminding her of that.It felt dangerous, wicked, but also thrilling.
Brynn climaxed, doubling over as she fought to contain her moans.She gasped, whimpering and shaking.
Cenric caught her, chuckling as he straightened, his wet mouth leaving kisses on her cheek and temple.“That’s my girl.”
Shameless.Cenric was absolutely shameless.
Brynn gasped into his chest, leaning heavily against him.“I love you,” she squeaked, still fighting to be quiet.“You do such wonderful things to me.”
“Sweet wife,” Cenric murmured, nuzzling her cheek.“My sweet Brynn.”His erection pressed against her thigh, rigid and needy.Pleasuring her always excited him.He was never so hard as when he knew she was enjoying herself.
Heart pounding, Brynn reached under his tunic for the belt that held up his trousers.If she was going to be this exposed, this bare, and this helpless, it was only fair that he should be, too.
Cenric’s grin was visible even in the dim light as she freed his manhood, stroking along the warm length of him.
Brynn pulled him toward her, inviting.
Cenric rested his hands on her hips and turned her around so she was facing the boulder.
Flashbacks of another time with another man froze her with fear.This was how Paega had always wanted it—in the dark, her bent over and facing away from him.Her first husband hadn’t wanted to look at her and he hadn’t cared if she enjoyed it or not.In hindsight, he had probably hoped she wouldn’t.
“Brynn?”Cenric’s voice came soft, concerned.“What is it, love?”
Brynn tried to collect herself.This was Cenric.She could trust him.All the same, maybe she could ask for another position or offer to kneel for him and use her mouth the way he had for her.
“Brynn?”Cenric leaned over her but didn’t move to lift her skirts again.“Are you alright?”
“Yes.”Brynn inhaled a deep breath.“I’m just…not used to this.”
Cenric leaned over, pressing his cheek to hers.“Not with me, you mean.”
Brynn didn’t like talking about her first husband, especially not when she and Cenric were like this.She wished she could just forget him, but Paega had been her whole life.
Brynn didn’t care so much that he had taken her virginity or even that he had taken six years of her life.She resented him for taking her hope, her naivete, and any innocence she’d had left after the war.He had drained her girlhood down to the last dregs.Though she had a good life now, and a good husband, Paega had taken her youth, and she would never get it back.
Cenric pulled away from her.“I’m sorry.”
“No.”Brynn grabbed his arm, holding him in place.She didn’t want Paega’s memory to have power like this.“No, I want to.”
Cenric leaned over her so his chest pressed against her back, his hands braced on the rock on either side of her.“Are you sure?”
Brynn’s heart raced, the dare in his tone making her body quiver just a little.“Please,” she whispered.“Show me how you do it.”
Cenric pressed her against the stone, kissing her shoulder, her neck, his hands reaching back under her skirt.“You can always tell me to stop.You know that, don’t you?”
