“So, anyone can do what I did as long as he is human and a little out of his mind?” Wolf asked, putting it all together.
Viviane shifted her eyes to Nim and they both looked at Gliten. “No,” the first one said. “The fact is, we do not know why certain people are called. Only that they are ruthless and cold—”
“Not all,” Wolf softened his smile on the sisters. “Surely not all.”
“They are wrong,” Camelee told him when the sisters nodded. She pulled him out of his chair and dragged him away. “They aren’t God. They don’t know everything. They are wrong about you. Come with me, my darling. Come away with me.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Only Camelee couldlure Wolf away from all his troubles, his duties, his family.
He was cold in battle. It was true. But one either becomes cold or suffers a sorrowful death.
But he wasn’t cold with her. Not anymore. He understood why she defended him, and he was thankful that she enjoyed his warmer side enough to stand up for it.
She was everything to him. How had he become so hopelessly in love with her? Was he always meant to love her? Did he believe such things? He looked into her sparkling blue-gray eyes as they reached the door to their room. Yes. Yes, he believed something was at work. Whatever it was, it melted the cold.
They undressed each other, eager to comfort and soothe with kisses and long, intimate strokes.
He carried her to their bed, kissing her neck, her chin, her mouth. He set her down on the soft mattress and laid on top of her.
Stretching her out beneath him, he looked down at her with a smirk. “Now I have you where I want you.” His breath fell on her lips. “What will you do?”
He hadn’t expected an answer.
She shifted in one swift motion and kneed him in the groin. Not hard, just a touch to let him know how close he came. Without pausing for a breath, she pushed him off while he was trying to cover his groin. He rolled over and grasped her wrists, stopping her from pummeling him with her fists.
They stared into each other’s eyes and laughed softly. He pulled her in for a kiss. He wanted nothing more than to stay here with her forever. Denmark could wait.
She sat up and undressed herself, teasing him with glimpses of her creamy skin, until he tore away her clothes and feasted on her body. She was perfection, with a small brown mole on her left breast, and one on her hip. He pulled her down on the bed and kissed each one. He didn’t remember how or when he removed his clothes. Or she did. He only remembered being so hard he hurt.
“I love you, Camelee.” He remembered telling her often.
“And I love you, Wolf,” she replied every time, entwining his fingers in hers and wrapping her legs around his waist.
When she bit his lip and rolled over so that she was atop him, she rose up and drove him to the edge of madness.
Later, she lay in his arms, where he believed she was meant to be. “Wolf, you know you are more than what they say, don’t you?”
“I do not care what they say, love. My service is to you.”
She smiled and pressed down to his hilt. She was grateful that he was dedicated to her and would do what she asked.
“Camelee?” he asked as the wind howled outside.
“Hmm?”
“I must go back and find my brother.”
*
Wolf dressed ina fresh pair of pants, a clean, tan léine, and a leather belt with scabbards of various sizes. He sat in a chair in their room and pulled on his boots. His beautiful wife stood behind him, braiding his hair, kissing his neck, trying to tempt him into not going.
But not in this. He couldn’t just leave his brother with no trace, no word. He had the ability to travel back and forth, so why not use it?
He stood up when it was time to go and took Camelee in his arms. “Remember, tell no one where I went. I will return to you, my love.”
“You better, Wolf. No. Really,” she added when he laughed.
