“If I keep working until sundown.” Styr climbed down the ladder, noting the soft smile on her face that belonged to himalone. His body stirred, and he didn’t resist the urge to pull her close.
“My brother wanted to speak with you,” she admitted, and Brendan stepped forward.
“I’ve come to ask that there be peace between us,” he began. “For Caragh’s sake.”
The young man’s face was somber, and though Brendan appeared nervous, he continued his apology. “I thought I was protecting my people when we took your men and your wife captive. She—she’s safe now, isn’t she?”
Styr gave a nod, still not revealing his thoughts. He knew Caragh wanted him to forgive her brother, but Brendan’s actions had threatened all of them.
“I know this won’t matter to you, but my blade is yours, if ever you have need of it. I owe you a debt that I can never repay.”
Styr glanced at Caragh, and saw the plea in her eyes. “My men will need help building their homes,” he said at last. “Give them the labor of your hands until our work is done. That can serve to repay your debt.”
He flushed, his head bobbing with thanks. Caragh’s blinding smile made Styr glad he’d compromised.
“There—there’s one more thing I can do for you,” Brendan offered, his face turning crimson. “I—I could keep my brothers away for the rest of the afternoon. So that you and my sister can be alone.”
Caragh looked at her younger brother, aghast that he’d said such a thing. But his offer caused Styr to break into a laugh. He took her hand and called back, “I accept your offer, Brendan, and gladly.”
“I can’t believe what my brother just said,” Caragh murmured. She was holding a cup of cold water from the stream, and Styr accepted the cup, drinking deeply.
“He’s more intelligent than I realized.”
A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek, and she reached out to touch it, drawing a line down his throat, to his chest. Heat flared through him, and Styr dropped the cup, dragging her inside.
He took her mouth, kissing her hard against the wall. Gods, but he would never get enough of the taste of her. Caragh’s arms came around him, and she pressed close. “If you finish the house today, we could marry this night.” Her mouth was swollen, her eyes bright. “I’ve made a gown from the silk you brought me. I hope it pleases you.”
“You could wear nothing at all, and it would please me,” he gritted out. His hand moved up to the underside of her breast. “Though I would kill any man who looked upon your beauty,” he murmured against her throat, caressing the hard nub of her nipple.
“You’re not playing fair.” She shuddered at the touch of his hands, gasping when he cupped her fully.
“Not for something I want this badly.” He kissed her hard, offering every promise of what was to come. She melted against him, opening while his tongue invaded her mouth. When she kissed him back, pulling him tightly against her, his arousal made her breathing quicken.
“I don’t want to wait until tonight,” she whispered. Her arms tightened around his waist, her face pressed against his heart. Styr gripped her hard, breathing in the scent of her hair.
When she raised her head, she stared hard at him. “A madness possesses me when I’m with you. I don’t understand it.” She steadied herself, then ventured, “Was it like this with her?”
“What happened with Elena is in the past,” he said, not wanting to darken this day. But when he saw the look of worry pass over her, he realized she needed to know that he no longer held any feelings for his first wife.
“No,” he said. “It was never like this. Not in five years.” Kissing her to force her not to speak, he murmured against her lips,“Elena is a good woman, and I wish her every happiness. But protecting her and being her husband was my duty.
“We were friends,” he admitted. “Lovers, even. But I never felt for her the way I feel for you now.” He slid his hands beneath her skirts, touching her bare leg. “I love you.”
Caragh was watching him, her eyes gleaming with emotion. She reached up to touch his face, and he rested his forehead against hers. He brought his hands over her heart, down to her breast. “If any man took you from me, I’d destroy him.”
She gripped him hard, and he answered the embrace, his hands moving over her body. She whispered words of endearment in her language, and a moment later, she touched his hose, reaching for his arousal. “I want you, Styr. This very moment.”
She started to raise her skirts, and he turned her to face the wall, bracing her hands on either side. He freed himself and palmed her bare legs, lifting her skirt to her waist. Stepping between her legs, he slid his arousal against her. She was already wet, and before he could say a word, she reached down and guided him inside her.
Scalding heat enveloped him as she pushed back, and he filled her, primal in his need. Their coupling was fierce, and she bent over, meeting him with every thrust. He took her hard, but she seemed to welcome the swiftness of their lovemaking as her breathing quickened.
And when she arched against him, trembling hard with the force of her release, he let go of his control, reveling in the way her body accepted him, squeezing hard against his length. He spasmed against her, holding tightly to her waist while he rested his head against her shoulder.
“I can’t get enough of you,søtnos.” Withdrawing from her, he lowered her skirts and turned her to face him. With a wry smile, he admitted, “You may not sleep tonight.”
She kissed him, resting her cheek against his. “There will be time enough for sleep later.”
He brought her over to a low bench to sit, pulling her on to his lap. Her cheeks were flushed, her arms around him. Then she drew his hand down to her womb. “Even if we never have children, Styr, having you at my side will be enough.”
