Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
BASTIAN
Ipadded silently after Sigrid towards their tent, wondering what could’ve happened, but when I got in there, Sigrid simply sat on the bed and whispered, “Eleanor wishes to experience pleasure.”
Aghast, I snatched Sigrid by the arm and tugged her to me. “Sigrid, in the name of holy fuck, what are you doing?”
She pouted prettily, pretending not to care, but something about her demeanor wasn’t right. “Lady Eleanor has never had an orgasm. We’re sexually enlightened beings who could die in the fight tomorrow. Seems a shame not to take advantage of this chance.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, wondering when I’d learn to weather her games without giving her the reaction she was looking for. “So you were…”
“Teaching her, yes.” She said it as though it were the most obvious conclusion in the world.
“And you summoned me because…”
Her sad smile was at odds with the words coming out of her mouth. “You give better pleasure than anyone I’ve ever known.”
That shut me up. As she’d known it would from the smug look on her face. My queen deserved the best. The knowledge that I was the best of them all made me feel seven feet tall. Until she spoke again.
“Pleasure her,” she said carelessly, gesturing to Lady Eleanor. She may have tossed it out like it didn’t matter, but she watched me with hawk eyes.
“I will not.” It was all I could do not to scream at her for suggesting it. My heart pounded in my chest, and I couldn’t figure out why she wanted to push this distance between us when we’d come so far.
“Why not?” Her voice was flat, but I knew her well enough now to know that meant she was suppressing her feelings rather than not feeling anything.
I raked a hand through my hair, at the very edge of my patience. “Because you are my wife.”
Eleanor glanced back and forth between us with flushed cheeks. “You could show me…with each other.”
Something primitive and possessive inside me snapped. “Shall I demonstrate with my wife, Lady Eleanor?”
Sigrid only hesitated for a second, but the hunger in her expression won out. When I pushed her down on the bed pallet and lowered my head between her thighs, she didn’t stop me. Nor did she object when I parted her perfect pink cunt with my thumbs and licked up her slit.
At the first taste of her, I forgot where we were or why we needed to stay quiet, and groaned as I pressed my tongue to her clit.
The way she bucked her hips drove me mad. I held her hips in place with one hand, and thrust two fingers inside her, ignoring the tiny noises Eleanor started to make at the sight of Sigrid’s pleasure.
I didn’t know what had driven Sigrid to suggest I be with another woman, but I could remind her that I worshipped only her.
Sigrid’s whole body trembled, and she cupped a hand over her own mouth as she climaxed, clenching around my fingers like she ached for my cock.
Movement at the tent flap made me spring to my feet, throwing myself between the intruder and Sigrid. She was up just as quickly, pushing in front of me to step out of the tent.
But it wasn’t an intruder. It was Elric, standing a few paces back from the tent, sporting a look of such fury we should’ve caught fire under its force.
“Did you touch my betrothed?” he whispered.
Sigrid raised her chin. “What if I did?”
I nudged her behind me, not needing this to turn into a brawl. “She didn’t.” I squeezed Sigrid’s hip. “Stop antagonizing him.”
Elric bristled with rage. “I know what I heard.”
Sigrid smirked. “Do you? You don’t entirely seem like you’ve witnessed a woman orgasm before.”
He lunged for her, but I stopped him. “She’s not like you. She’s brave and kind and pure and she deserves better than to be defiled by the likes of you!”
He froze when Eleanor appeared at the tent opening, her cheeks pink and hair unbound. “Would you consider yourself more qualified to defile me, Captain?”
At the invitation in her tone, Elric’s jaw dropped.
Then his shoulders went rigid. “I respect you too much to have sex before we’re wed.”
Eleanor raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that dripped with desire. “So we won’t have sex…”
When Elric stood frozen on the threshold, I moved aside and gave him a push through the tent flap.
I put an arm around Sigrid, sweeping us towards the woods. “You’ve corrupted Lady Eleanor. Elric may never recover.”
“She’s been repressed too long. Motherfucker better give her what she needs.”
“And what about what you need, wife?”
She cupped my still-hard cock, pushing me up against a tree once we were out of earshot. “I need to feel you lose control.”
We lost ourselves to hands and mouths and the rhythmic thrusting of our love-making. If the bandits came upon us, we’d deal with them, but in that moment I needed to claim my woman more desperately than I needed to breathe.
When we were both sated and panting, lying together on a makeshift bed on the forest floor, I kissed her forehead gently. “Now, do you want to tell me what the fuck that was about?”
She stiffened. “I don’t want you to feel limited by our marriage. If you ever find yourself needing something else, you have my blessing.”
I lifted her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Do you need something else, Sigrid?”
For a few charged seconds, she simply looked into my eyes, seeing into my very soul
“No,” she said, dropping her chin again. “You’re all I need, Bastian.”
I’d never seen her so afraid.