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dawn.
    “Leave. Post guards at either end of the hallway,” Brand ordered.
    “Aye.”
    The second the man eased the door shut, and Brand jumped out of the bed, stalked to the heavy metal bar lying against the wall, and then heaved it into place. He scanned the room, moved to the fire, tossed two logs from a heap in a wire basket into the blaze, and poked the charred logs until plumes skirted the high stones topping the hearth.
    Étaín could not drag her stare from him. The harshness of his male beauty proved mesmerizing. She winced at the jagged scar that ran from the small of his back to his shoulder. What pain he must have borne from such an injury.
    Twin dimples at the top of his buttocks winked at her when he rested the poker to the side of the fireplace.
    He turned around.
    She gasped and lurched to sitting.
    In truth, Margie had been right to have been worried. His pecker jutted thick and high. ’Twas of an enormous girth, and when he strode forward, it bobbed. The closer he came, the more the thing swelled and lengthened. She licked suddenly dry lips and swallowed, once, twice.
    When he slid under the covers, she stifled the sudden impulse to flee the chamber.
    “Come, wife. Talk with me a while.” He curled an arm around her waist and drew her down to the mattress.
    Étaín stared at the tented sheets and blurted, “Does it move on its own?”
    He chuckled. “Aye. At times. Has Margie told you what to expect this eve?”
    She worried her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut trying to regain some composure.
    “To me, Étaín.” He cupped her chin and gently slipped her lip free. “Have you spoken with Margie?”
    Her cheeks warmed, and she focused on the fine fuzz clinging to his jaw. “Aye. I know what to expect, but ’tis one thing to speak of and another to behold. My lord, I cannot see how we will fit. ’Tis obvious you need a woman twice my height and one who is strong-boned.”
    “Brand. When we are alone, I would have you say my name.” He tilted her head back and forced her to look into his eyes.
    She had forgotten how brilliant a blue they were.
    “Brand, Étaín, say it.” His smile proved pure enchantment.
    “Brand,” she repeated.
    “Again,” he commanded and kissed her bare shoulder.
    ’Twas delicious, the feel of his lips on her skin. A shivery tingling stole up her spine. “Aye. Again.”
    “This?” His mouth brushed the cusp.
    “Aye. Delicious.” She arched her neck, and he obliged her silent plea by feathering soft kisses to the ridge of her collarbone. When his tongue, hot and coarse, licked the base of her neck, she moaned.
    “Delicious, wife. You smell of spring and taste like a feast.”
    All the while, his lips and mouth made magik on her throat. Lava flowed hot and molten through her veins.
    When his finger grazed her nipple, she clutched at his arms. Sensations crashed through her. Her lewd dreams surged anew, and she tangled her hand in his hair and urged him to her breast. He suckled her, long hard pulls, his tongue laving without mercy. Each tug of her engorged bud created a corresponding burning in her woman parts. She was fevered and dizzy with wanting something, but knew not what.
    “No,” she protested when he freed her flesh.
    He glanced up at her and grinned. “Aye. ’Tis a rule. What you do to one titty must be done to the other. In equal parts.”
    “Oh.” Titty; what a wicked word. “Methinks ’tis a prudent rule.”
    But, ’twas a falsehood, for not only did he pay attention to one breast, but with his hand and mouth attended to both. He lapped one swollen peak and blew over it.
    “More,” she begged, shameless with need.
    She dug her heels into the mattress when he transferred his attentions to the other mound and closed his teeth softly over the swollen tip of her breast.
    He tugged on the other bud and then switched.
    Étaín squished the sheets with her hands.
    The nub between her woman’s folds itched and prickled.
    His hand pressed hard