She lay inside the shelter, darkness enveloping her. When she’d dared to come with Styr, she’d not imagined what it would do to her heart. It was a physical ache to be apart from him. Right now, she wanted to lie beside him, to feel the powerful warmth of his body against hers. She needed him in a way she didn’t understand.
And when she crossed the camp of sleeping Norsemen, she entered Styr’s tent, not knowing whether he would let her stay.
He jerked awake at the slight sound when she moved through the opening, and she said, “It’s me,” before he could draw a weapon.
Styr let out a sigh and she heard the sound of a blade slipping back within its sheath. “Is something wrong?”
“I didn’t want to be alone this night,” she admitted. “I just wanted to sleep beside you. If you will allow it. I needed—”
You, she wanted to say. But she didn’t finish the words, afraid he would turn her away.
For a time, she could hear only the sound of his breathing. She sensed an invisible tension, as if he were making a decision.
“I’ll go, if that’s what you want,” she whispered, frustrated with herself for even daring to ask.
But his hand caught hers, and he dragged her down upon him, seizing her mouth in a kiss. He wasn’t wearing armor, and the touch of his hard, bare chest was dizzying. His skin was so warm, she found herself unable to stop from moving her hands over him, exploring his flesh. Every ridged muscle, the fine texture of his hair.
He stole her breath, and she felt as if she could touch him forever.
“You shouldn’t be here, Caragh,” he said against her lips.
“I know.” He was right. Even to be in his presence like this was so terribly wrong. “I didn’t come here for this,” she admitted. “I just wanted to lie beside you for one last night.”
He drew her against him, her back nestled against his chest, his arms around her. But instead of lending comfort, her heart beat faster. Every part of her body craved more. And she couldn’t understand it.
Against her hips, she felt the rise of his arousal and knew that he was not unaffected, either. It was a grim torture, for she wanted him in a way she shouldn’t.
“I wed Elena when I was Brendan’s age,” Styr began. “Our parents arranged it.”
It was the first time she’d heard him openly speak of his marriage, and she reached for his hand, saying nothing.
“Elena was beautiful, and I knew the arrangement would bring together our tribes.” He released her hand, bringing both of hisarms around her. “She was a quiet woman but strong in her own way.”
“What do you mean?”
“She planned every moment of her day, from the time she rose to the time she fell asleep at night. She worked in our garden every morning, wove cloth or sewed in the afternoon, and cleaned our house every evening. Each day, exactly the same. There was never any change, but she didn’t want it to be different. It was her own sort of control, her own power.”
His hand moved to hers. “We were happy for a time, but she wanted a child. I couldn’t give that to her.”
Beneath his voice, she sensed his frustration.
“We tried for years,” he admitted. “And never once did her belly grow round with my child. Elena believed the gods were punishing us for something we did. Or didn’t do.”
Caragh turned to face him. “It’s not your fault,” she whispered. “Some men and women are not blessed with children.”
“The first two years, we kept trying,” he said. “During the full moon or during the crescent. At night and during the morning, until we couldn’t bear the sight of each other.” His hand came to touch the side of her face. “It was impossible to please her.”
“Why did you stay?” she ventured, not knowing how he would respond. A fragile hope burrowed within her heart, that perhaps there might be a chance for the two of them.
“Because I didn’t want to give up. A warrior never surrenders in any battle. It’s not my way.”
“And now?” Caragh asked, resting her hand upon his heart. His legs were tangled with hers, and although his body remained aroused, it didn’t threaten her.
“I thought of sailing away, of giving her distance.” He covered her hand with his, before bringing it to rest at her waist. “When I offered to leave, she said she would come with me.”
He expelled a breath. “This, from the woman who never altered her day by a single moment.”
“She didn’t want to give up on your marriage, either,” Caragh said, her throat closing up. She could understand that. If she were wedded to a man like Styr, she would follow him across the seas.
