Way of The Wolf (Northlanders 1)
Shelby Morgen
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"You shall break my mind," he whispered.

She slid slowly back down his rigid member, rocking back slightly as she enveloped him all the way to his balls. "I would own more than thy body," she told him, reaching this time to flick her tongue over the tip of his right nipple. He thrust up into her harder. "I would have thy heart."

He laughed, though a little breathlessly. "You already have it, M'Lady. You have owned me body and soul since I first looked up at you from my place in the mud. Do you not understand what Mael amin means?"

She raised herself up slowly to her knees again. "It is more than a pretty name?"

"My heart," he whispered. "It means my heart."

Her smile turned wondrous. "My heart. Mael amin. Ye have my heart as well, Mael amin."

The chains of a fear he had not known he harbored fell away as he surged up into her hot, wet cunt. This time she made no move to withdraw, but rocked hard against him again and again, driving him home to the place where he'd always wanted to be -- the place where he had but dreamed of being. His restraint broken, release came quickly, but not before she convulsed around him with a strength that threatened to shatter his sanity. It was his turn to hold her in his arms as hers lost their strength and she toppled to his chest.

"Mael amin?" Her voice was but a whisper against the quiet of the night wind.

"My love?"

"If ye would stay with me, then ye should know the truth."

His lips quirked up into a slight smile. "There is more?"

Her tone remained serious. "I have been sent to House Yarishet for more than just simple negotiations. The House of Yarishet holds a talisman of import to House Lochinvar. This talisman was stolen from our house long ago. Still, I canna' simply burst through the door and demand its return. To slaughter the entire house of Yarishet over a talisman would be in bad form. We would lose many political allies."

Relief surged through him. If that was all… He dragged his tongue over the tip of her still darkened nipple. "Perhaps I can help you."

Her breath caught in her throat, making her response a strangled sound. "How?"

His body was recovering already, wanting her more than he had ever imagined he could want a woman. The legends were true. She was as an intoxicant to him. "I have been often within the walls of the keep at Yarishet. I know the castle layout well." As he indeed knew the layout of her body.

She smiled up at him. "Ye may well be useful in other places than beside me in bed."

"Useful?" he mocked, nipping at her bottom lip. "Is that what I am to you? Useful?" His rigid cock pressed against her thigh.

"And entertaining."

He pinned her hands to her side, his body over hers, brushing her mouth with his lips again. "Allow me to entertain you again."

"Ye shall entertain me to death," she whispered.

Somehow, the words did not sound like an objection.

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