She didn’t see it but he must have moved faster than the wind, because the next thing she knew his arms were around her waist and his body pressing up against her back. “Wench.” He held her tighter, his cock jutting into the hollow of her spine. “Trying to escape, are you?”
“Leave me alone, you big brute.” She didn’t really want him to let go. She’d longed for him to return and hold her.
But what about Tal...?
His mouth was against her ear. “You’ll never escape me, Iona. We’ll be together in this life and in Valhalla.”
Suddenly air was pushed from her lungs and the breeze hit her ass. A stinging slap landed over both buttocks. A real hard whack that sent a shockwave of heat over her skin.
“Ow!” she shrieked, scrabbling to clutch onto Wade’s torso. She kicked her legs, her heels banging upward.
“Stop that.”
Another resounding spank, this one she was sure would leave a handprint. Again she cried out and squirmed. “Let me go.”
“Keep still.” He made his way back to the shoreline, storming through the water.
“Wade!”
“I told you not to make me come and get you from the water.”
“For the love of the gods you cannot, you have to listen to me, now I am with... ouch!” He’d spanked her again. Her ass was on fire, as if real flames were licking over it. Her pussy pulsed and she now knew what Signi had felt earlier.
“I can and I will come and get you and do this.” He chuckled. “You can’t stop me.”
He wasn’t really mad at her, the brute had just wanted to upend her and spank her bare ass. But she was mad at him. All those nights she’d cried for him. And now he’d just shown up and thrown her over his shoulder, his cock hard and determination radiating from him.
“Put me down,” she demanded as they reached the shingle.
He ignored her and continued to make his way toward the house.
Iona wriggled and writhed, each step made her huff. It was hard to breathe, let alone continue her objections.
Then, when he reached the soft patch of moss beside the log pile, he stopped. Very gently he set her on her feet and cupped her face.
She clutched his thick wrists and waited for her eyes to refocus and the spin of dizziness to subside.
“My sweet little one,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose. “You must learn to obey me for when we are wed I will insist upon it.”
“When we are wed?”
“Aye. When we are wed.” He kissed her, stroking his tongue into her mouth and pulling her close.
Their naked flesh connected, her hard nipples jutting up against his scratchy chest. Iona allowed herself to get lost in a flash of memories—Wade making love to her on thick warm furs and candlelight flickering. Wade smiling at the top of the falls as he placed a yellow flower behind her ear. Wade feeding her broth when she’d had a fever and little spots peppered her cheeks and back.
He lowered her to the soft, mossy earth, kissing her lips, her cheek, and down her neck.
She tipped her head, allowing him better access to the point just below her ear that always made her tickle all over. “You have been away for so long, Wade, and I have to tell you that—”
“I know, I missed you too.”
“Yes, that but... oh...”
He lavished attention on a sweet spot on her neck, tweaking her nipples at the same time, pulling and squeezing until she gasped.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations he was creating in her. “Wade, listen to me, I...”
“Talking later. Right now just know that I love you,” he murmured against her navel. “And I’m going to show you how much.” He parted her thighs and settled between them, smoothed his palm over her mound then tugged the skin upward, exposing her sensitive bud.
She trembled, watching him as he poked out his tongue and stroked her clit.
She pursed her lips and blew out a breath. She’d missed his tongue on her so much.
He worked her in small circular movements as they kept their gazes connected. He was seeing into her soul, she was visiting his. The way they always used to.
Her pulse thudded in her ears, her thighs shook beside his ears. She fisted the moss, tearing it from the earth.
Wade fingered her entrance then pushed inside her.
She moaned and let her head fall back, closing her eyes and clenching his fingers with her pussy.
He thrust in and out of her, catching the spot he knew tipped her over the edge.
“Oh... oh... I’m going to... oh...” Her climax was almost there, so close it hurt.
“Not yet.” He withdrew and reared above her, locking his arms beside her head and angling his cock at her pussy. He clenched his jaw, his brow furrowed, and he forged into her.
The air was blasted from her lungs, releasing on a fast, sharp yelp. He’d filled her to full depth, impaling her with his big cock.
“Now come, on my manhood.”
“Aye... I am...” Iona couldn’t hold it off. The climax was so intense, so ready to release.
She felt consumed by Wade and his desire for her. She still wasn’t convinced she wasn’t dreaming. After all this time he’d really returned?
She gripped his shoulders and canted her hips to meet each of his thrusts. He was so good, so hard... and very real.
A flash of light seared over her eyes. For a moment she forgot who she was, where she lived, everything she’d ever known. Then the topple into release had her wailing through pleasure. It spread to every corner of her body, shaking her and delighting her.
Wade came too, filling her with his seed and grunting with each forward grind.
She found his mouth, kissed him, a crazy dance with their tongues. She felt so whole, so complete with this man. But she did when she was with Tal too.
Tal!
Oh, what had she done?
What was she going to do?
“What in the name of Odin is going on?”
Her heart seemed to skip a beat and then throw in an extra one.
She flicked open her eyes.
To her right, Tal was staring down at them. His usually pale cheeks were flushed and his blue eyes flashed. He had his hands on his hips.
“Tal?” she said, her voice a squeak.
“I’ll ask again,” he said, setting his huge boot on Wade’s shoulder. “What in the name of Odin is going on?”
