“Aye.” Greer could barely form the sound. When they approached the loch, Thor announced they would split off. The half a score of Sinclair guards fanned out around the loch and turned to face away from the water after letting their horses drink. While the mounts recovered from their ride, Thor and Greer slipped beneath the tree’s branches.
“I love riding with ye in ma arms, Wife.”
Greer’s mind flashed to something she’d rather ride. She turned to Thor after he loosened her laces. She didn’t want her voice to carry to the men standing closest to them. “I hope to ride something else soon.”
Thor froze. He gazed down at Greer’s upturned face. He cupped it in one hand. “Whenever ye are ready.”
It surprised Greer how easily she’d accepted Thor’s touch and how much she enjoyed it. Everything felt so different from what she’d endured. She would never forget those years, and she bore the scars on her feet and back from them. But with the hours she and Thor had spent in each other’s company over the past five days, she found herself inching past those memories and visceral fears. It was like she returned to the moments she’d shared with Thor when they were adolescents. The other experiences moved from the forefront of her mind. They still occupied more space than she wanted, but her need for more connection with Thor intensified.
She wondered if she dared offer something more intimate for him. If they lingered beneath the tree much longer, the men would guess what they were doing. Her stomach knotted with a moment of embarrassment and shame, then she shoved it aside. They were married. She would feel no regret for sharing private time with her husband. She reached for his belt and released it as he unfastened the brooch at his shoulder. She unraveled thebreacan feilewhile Thor removed his leine. They’d both already shed their shoes and stockings. Greer remained fully dressed, but Thor stood before her naked. They’d slept with a layer of clothing on, and they’d been discreet while each of them bathed. It was the first time in years that Greer saw Thor fully naked. He was magnificent. She trailed her hands over his chest and shoulders before wrapping them around him to glide down his back to his hips. Then one hand wrapped around his length.
She sank to her knees, her head tilted back to watch Thor. She feared she might disgust him with her offer, but his hungry eyes told her she should have offered sooner.
“Wee one, ye dinna have to do this because I’ve already given ye the same.”
“I want to, Thor. It has scared me that ye would disapprove, but I want more between us.”
“Only do what ye are comfortable with. Dinna try for aught else.” Thor thought his eyes might roll into the back of his head when Greer’s tongue swept over the tip of his cock. She continued to stroke him as she swirled warm, wet heat over the entire head. She flicked the underside of his rod, making him twitch and swallow a groan. He watched her as her lips slid down his length. He pushed aside thoughts that attempted to creep in. He didn’t want to think about how she’d gained such skill or the number of times she’d likely performed this act. He knew it was different for her, so he wouldn’t spoil the moment by thinking about something neither of them could change.
He'd been with other women since his time with Greer when they were younger. He’d received the same attention as he did now, and he’d enjoyed it. But nothing compared to the attention she lavished on him now. Her gentle touch when she cupped his bollocks made them tighten. Her head bobbed as she inched farther down his shaft until Thor’s hands fisted to keep from thrusting. He was racing to his release too fast, so he pulled back a little.
“Nae yet unless ye canna keep going.” Thor’s voice was a hoarse whisper as the back of his fingers caressed her cheek. She slowed her speed, but she didn’t ease the suction. His groans signaled he wouldn’t last much longer. “Dinna take it if ye dinna want to.”
Greer released him and looked up at him. “Make me yers, Thor.”
He grasped his rod and stroked, but she shook her head as she stood.
“Make me yers.”
She placed her hand over his as she pressed her body against his. He tore at her clothes as they kissed. She shimmied to drop her kirtle and chemise rather than pull apart to lift them over her head.
“Ye are already mine, and I am yers.”
“Ye ken I’m nae truly yer wife yet. I want to be. Right now,mo dhuine.”
“If ye change yer mind—”
“I willna. It feels right. Please.” She wouldn’t change her mind, but she feared she might lose her nerve. Self-doubt reached its fingers toward her, but she pushed them aside when Thor lifted her and guided her legs around his waist.
“Ye are already ma wife whether we couple or nay. But I wish to share this with ye.”
“I ken, and I’ve wanted this all along. I want to feel the same way I used to.”
Thor waded into the water, holding Greer in place as each step made his sword rub against her sheath. He didn’t stop until the water submerged their shoulders. He lifted her high enough for him to find her entrance. He took his time as he lowered her onto his cock.
“More. I willna break. This is torture moving so slowly.”
With only a couple inches left, he thrust into her, seating himself to the hilt. Greer’s kiss was demanding as they fused their bodies into one. She’d never experienced this need before. When they were adolescents, they’d both been shy and uncertain, even during their most vigorous couplings. But her hunger became insatiable as she rocked her hips against him. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, mimicking what she’d done only minutes ago. Thor’s fingers dug into her hips as he increased their pace.
“Good God, Thor. I didna ken I could be this—this—lusty.”
“I’m so much stronger than ye. I fear being too rough, but I canna slow down. What are ye doing to me, Greer? I have nay control left. I need more, too.”
“I’m telling ye, I willna break.”
“Is it because—” Thor winced, fearing he’d destroyed the moment.
“It has naught to do with what I’m used to or what’s been done to me before. It’s ye. I feel out of control just like ye. I canna get close enough to ye.”
