Charlotte Boyett-Compo- WIND VERSE- Hunger's Harmattan by Unknown (best thriller novels to read TXT) 📕

you believe Jaredfashioned it as you do my clothes from time to time?”

Ailyn’s left brow quirked up. “Jared?”

“He came to me and asked that I envision theperfect Joining gown and said he would create it for me from my thoughts as awedding gift.” She smoothed her hands down the gown’s skirt. “This is what camefrom our collaboration.”

“Is he…?” He shrugged and flung out a hand.“You know.”

“He prefers men, aye,” she said with asmile. “And he has his cap set for Colton.”

“Colton, the Barbarian?” he asked, his eyeswide. “The body builder who looks like a rhino?”

“The one and the same,” she said. “They’vebeen keeping company for about a year now.”

Ailyn released a long breath. “I kindathought Jared was a bit—well, you know—with that odd hairstyle of his.”

Shanee turned her back. “There won’t be anyripping of this fine creation so unbutton me so my daughter can wear this…” Shestopped realizing what she’d been about to say then shook her head firmly. “Mydaughter-in-law-to-be can wear this gown.”

He put his hands on her shoulders and drewher back against him. “Does it hurt you that we can only have sons?” he asked.He lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.

“I won’t lie to you, ehemann,” shesaid. “I have always wanted a daughter but I am not bemoaning the fact it isn’tto be.”

“I’ll give you as many sons as you’ll everwant,” he said, and slid his hands to the myriad silver buttons that rangedfrom neckline to waist and began undoing them.

“Three, maybe four, will be enough,” shesaid with a little laugh.

When he had the buttons undone, he slippedhis hand to her shoulder and pushed the gown down her arms and chest. Once overher shapely hips, it fell into a shimmering pool at her feet and he drew in aragged breath.

“Shanee!” he gasped.

She turned and stepped out of the circle ofher gown. “Aye?” she asked as she kicked off her slippers.

Ailyn’s gaze turned hot as the fires of theAbyss. His lady had worn nothing at all beneath the silvery gown and she hadshaved away the lush triangle that had graced her lower body.

“Why did you…?” He could not stop himselffrom turning his hand and placing his palm against her bare juncture. He wasstunned to find her already wet for him.

“As much as I like that uniform, ehemann,I’d just as soon you do your molecular thingie and…”

She didn’t get a chance to finish for Ailynflung out his free hand and the black silk shirt and black leather pants, tie,belt and boots were history. He stood there with the largest erection she’dseen between his thighs to date.

“Hot damn, Harmattan,” she said, flickingout a tongue to lick her lips.

His attention dipped to her mouth and hegrowled low and deep in his throat. He slapped his hands to her hips and—asthough she weighed no more than a leaf on the wind—lifted her and slid her downon his erection. He backed her up to the roof post, slamming into her withforce, dragging her legs up around his waist as he thrust, his cheek pressed toher chest.

He was a rock-hard missile enveloped invelvet as he slid in and out of her. The smell of his juices mingling with hersadded to her need. His cock was deliciously long and more than adequate incircumference so it filled her and began to satisfy the ache that still pulsedbetween her legs. Tremors of delight shot through her as the quickening camefast and furious, following speedily by his own climax that had him poundingher firmly against the wall. Grunting with each forward thrust, he finallystilled as her last quiver drained him and he sagged against her, his hearttrip-hammering against her chest.

“Consummated and uncontestable,” he saidfrom between clenched teeth.

“What?” she asked, panting.

“Our Joining, wench,” he said, allowing herto slide down his spent body, he held her against him until they were bothready to move apart, each still breathing heavily. “You are mine.”

“Aye,” she said. “As you are mine.”

“Damned straight,” he panted.

She took his hand and led him to theirpallet, blowing out the candle on the table to plunge the hut intosemidarkness. “My cunt is going to be as sore as a thumb smashed by a hammerbefore our honeymoon is over,” she admitted.

“Are you bragging or complaining?” heasked, trying to hide a yawn. He enfolded her within the perimeter of his armsand put his chin on the top of her head.

“Well, that’s one thing that is going tostop now that we’re Joined,” she said as she lay down beside him on the palletand put her head on his shoulder.

“Meaning?”

“You not getting enough sleep,” she stated.“You stay tired all the time and to keep up with me, warrior, you’re going toneed your rest.”

He yawned again, unable to stop himself.“Wench, it’s nearly four of the morning. Don’t you think I have a right to be abit tired?”

“Shut your mouth and close your eyes anddon’t snore,” she said, snuggling into his arms.

“I don’t snore,” he mumbled.

“The hell you don’t,” she said. “You makeenough noise I can’t even hear the gods-be-damned waterfall behind us.”

“I don’t snore,” he repeated, and was quietfor a few moments. “You do, but I don’t.”

Shanee jerked her head up and glared athim. “I do not!”

“Like the proverbial buzz saw,” he said,putting a hand to her head and forcing her cheek to his shoulder again.

“No,” she stated firmly.

Ailyn smiled and closed his eyes. He wasalmost asleep when he heard her snort.

“I do not snore,” she declared.

Chapter Seven

He woke her as he sat bolt upright on thepallet, dragging harsh breaths into his lungs, gulping air. He was covered withsweat and he was trembling as though chilled. She got up and lit the candle,turning to look down at him as he sat there with his arms wrapped around hisbare chest.

“Ailyn,” she said in a firm tone. “I wantyou to tell me what you dreamed.”

He shook his head like an errant schoolboy.

“Aye, you will,” she said then came to sitdown beside him. This was not the first time he had awakened her in that mannerbut usually