So I Married a Sorcerer (The Embraced #2)

Oh, how she loved this man. She rested the palm of her hand against his cheek. “I want you now.”

His eyes glinted with so much heat and desire, she wanted to dive straight into the fire with him. She grasped the hem of her shift and pulled it up and over her head.

Before the shift was completely off, he grabbed her waist and pulled her up onto her knees, his mouth latching onto a nipple. With a groan, she let the shift drop, then ran her fingers through his hair as he suckled hard.

He moved to the other breast, teasing and tugging at her nipple while his hands kneaded her sore buttocks.

She moaned, then kissed the top of his head. “I love you so.”

He tumbled her back onto the blanket. “Do you?”

“Mmm.” She squirmed when he tickled the hardened tips of her nipples. “I want to be thoroughly ravished. Now.”

His mouth curled up. “I can do that.” He smoothed a hand down her belly, then cupped her.

She cried out as his fingers gently stroked her.

“You’re already wet.”

“Rupert, please.”

He moved between her legs. “Holy Light,” he whispered. As he looked her over, more moisture seeped from her. He hooked his hands beneath her knees and lifted her legs, spreading them wide. “I want to taste you.”

“Huh?” Her thigh quivered as he kissed a trail toward her core. “Rupert?”

He glanced up at her, one side of his mouth tilted up with a smile. “I’ve never done this before, so let me know if I do something you don’t like.”

“What?” She jolted when his tongue slid right between her folds. Shock and sensation whirled around her, escalating into pure pleasure and greed. More, more, she thought as she squirmed beneath him.

She cried out when he flicked his tongue over an especially sensitive part. He took that as an invitation for a full assault, driving her quickly up a precipice.

For a few seconds she hovered in a cloud of pure ecstasy, then with a cry she shattered. She squeezed him with her thighs as wave after wave crashed through her. She was still shuddering when she felt his hard length ease just inside her.

With a gasp, she opened her eyes.

He was leaning over her, watching her with glittering eyes. “Do you know how beautiful you are when you climax?”

“Rupert,” she whispered, cradling her face with her hands.

“I need to take you now. I can’t wait any longer.” He nudged himself a little farther in. “Wrap your legs around me and squeeze me tight.”

She snorted. “You’ve been saying that since we first met.”

His mouth twitched. “And I finally have you where I always wanted you.”

“Scoundrel.” She wrapped her legs around his hips.

His smile faded. “I don’t want to hurt you, but…”

“I’ll be fi—Ow!” she cried out as he plunged into her.

“Are you all right?”

“No. You stabbed me with your … well-tempered steel.”

He gritted his teeth. “Don’t make me laugh now. I’m barely hanging on.”

“I wasn’t joking.” She winced at the burning sensation deep inside her.

He pulled out a little. “Did that hurt?”

She shook her head, then gasped as he plunged back in. “Good goddesses, can’t you be still?”

He gave her an incredulous look. “No.”

“But—” Her breath caught when he slid out and back in once more. “Oh.”

“Oh, what?” He gritted his teeth as if he were under some kind of strain.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I want more.”

“Thank the Light.” He quickened his pace, pounding into her faster and faster.

Rugged. Relentless. Powerful. This was even more magnificent than the grotto, for this time they were spiraling up together. With a hoarse shout, he pumped into her, and the desperation of his movement sent her over the edge.

She cried out as he collapsed beside her. “Rupert.”

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Then he rolled onto his back, taking her with him.

She rested her head on his chest where she could feel the pounding of his heart. Rupert. How she loved this man.

“Brigitta.” He stroked her hair. “Be careful tomorrow.”

“You, too.” No matter what happened to them in the future, they would always have this night to remember. “You were right. It was magnificent.”

He snorted, then kissed the top of her head. “I’ll do better in the future. You deserve more than a cave.”

She smiled to herself. “I loved it.” A setting like this would have been exactly what she’d have chosen for one of her overly dramatic stories.

“No matter what happens tomorrow,” he whispered, “don’t leave me.”





Chapter Thirty

The next morning, Brigitta woke up alone, and her heart sank with disappointment. How could Rupert beg her not to leave him, then turn around and leave her behind? As she dressed, she winced at the soreness between her legs and grew increasingly annoyed. Did Rupert expect her to hide like a frightened rabbit whenever danger was near?

When she strode into the clearing, she was surprised by the chill in the air. Goodness, it had been warmer in the cave. She pulled the hood of her cloak over her head.

Stefan was sitting by the campfire with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. “Good morning.” His breath vaporized in the icy air.

“Good morning.” With a shudder, she hurried across the clearing to some bushes where she could relieve herself. Afterward, she rinsed her hands and washed her face in the small pool beneath the waterfall. Only a trickle was landing in the pool now, for most of the waterfall had frozen over, making the cliff wall glisten with icicles.

“Come and eat.” Stefan motioned to a copper pot by the campfire. “I’ve been keeping the oatmeal warm for you.”

“Thank you.” She settled close to the fire and dipped a wooden spoon into the pot. “Where is Rupert? And Brody?”

“Brody’s an eagle for now.” Stefan pointed up at the sky. “I need to collect more firewood. Do you mind being alone for a little while? You won’t really be alone. Brody will be watching over you.”

She glanced up to see the eagle circling above them. Far off, she heard the screech of a dragon. “I’ll be fine.” She ate some oatmeal. “Where is Rupert?”

“Up the trail by the gorge. It’s so narrow there, he can see the captain and the general on the other side. They’re trying to lure a dragon in close enough to attack.”

Brigitta swallowed hard. “Is Rupert planning to kill a dragon? I suppose he could use his wind power…”

“Killing a dragon would only anger the Norveshki and prolong the war with them. Rupert would rather Tourin be at peace.” Stefan sighed. “Unfortunately, taking over a country’s throne is rarely a peaceful process.”

Brigitta set down her spoon. She was losing her appetite.

“Stay here.” Stefan rose to his feet and handed her the blanket. “I’ll be back soon.”

As she wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, she wondered how Rupert was faring. It had to be even colder up on the cliff with the wind whistling through the gorge.

A few flakes of snow floated down, melting into raindrops as they neared the campfire. Was it snowing on Rupert? He needed the oilcloth to stay warm and dry.