Highlander Lord of Fire Read online Donna Fletcher (Macardle Sisters of Courage #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Macardle Sisters of Courage Series by Donna Fletcher
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Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
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“Of course I will,” she agreed her eyes wide with feigned innocence. “Though, I must admit that I’m pleased to know I’m right.”

Tarass eyed her skeptically. “What are you right about?”

“That I would be too much of a demanding wife when it came to coupling and you wouldn’t be able to keep up with my passion.”

Tarass stood so abruptly that his chair almost toppled over and just as suddenly he snatched Snow up into his arms. “You shouldn’t challenge me, wife.”

He took the stairs two at a time, Thaw following behind him, and once in their bedchamber placed his wife on her feet, stripped her naked, and carried her to bed. After laying her on the bed, he stripped off his garments and got in bed with her, pulling the blanket over them.

Thaw was already curled in a ball by the hearth, his eyes closed.

He slipped his arm around her and tucked her against his side, his hand drifting down along her hip to her backside to give it a squeeze.

“First, I need to ask you something,” Tarass said.

“Later,” she said, her hand going to stroke his aroused manhood.

Tarass grabbed her hand, locking it in his, and brought it to rest on his chest. “No, now.”

She looked at him, but with only the light from the hearth she couldn’t see his face clearly. “I know what you’re doing, trying to delay, and get me to fall asleep while we talk.” She smiled. “It won’t work.”

“Then you need not be concerned about answering my question, since you obviously felt for yourself that I have a need for you,” he challenged.

Snow smiled. “You’re right. Ask what you will.”

“Do you think Fasta could be the person who knows the truth of what goes on?”

“Odd you should ask that, since my sister asked the same as well. She also questioned if Fasta actually suffered a miscarriage. And today John, Helga’s husband, claimed that Fasta wants to bring harm to the clan with her lies. He insists she lied about coupling with him. He says he loves his wife and would never turn to another woman.”

“Nettle told me that when on her night walks through the village, she’s seen Fasta, though couldn’t tell if she was coming from someplace or going someplace. It’s time I have a talk with Fasta.”

“And Runa too,” Snow was quick to add. “So we know for sure if Fasta had a miscarriage or not, though Willow suggests there could be a number of reasons for her to have done so.”

“Willow’s right and I intend to find out. You and Willow can see to Runa if you would?” Tarass said, knowing both women would learn much more from Runa than he would.

“Of course,”—a yawn interrupted Snow’s words—“but I want to be there when you talk with Fasta.”

“I couldn’t keep you away if I wanted to, and I don’t. You have a good mind for puzzles and offer sound advice.”

“It’s not me. It’s us. We work well together.”

“You’re right. We do. We’re a perfect fit.”

“We are, so slip into me and show me just how perfectly we fit,” she urged.

“You’re tired,” he said not with as much resolve as he had before.

“It can be quick,” she whispered and began to nibble at his neck.

Tarass turned her on her back. “A quick one, then it is sleep for you.”

“As you say, husband, though please take the time to satisfy my nipples that ache terribly for your skilled mouth.”

A groan rumbled in Tarass’s chest and he eagerly dropped his head to her breasts, his tongue licking the tight buds before his mouth settled over one to generously suckle.

After that, Tarass gave no thought to going quickly. He took his time, enjoying every inch of his wife, stroking, tasting, teasing until she begged him to slip inside her.

He dropped his head back and moaned when he felt her clench him after he settled inside her. He had little control after that, passion flaring far too hot and heavy in them both.

Snow climaxed fast, crying out, “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

And he didn’t, knowing another climax was building in her.

She screamed out when the second one hit her, feeling as if she was being devoured in the most delicious way.

A rumbling groan of pleasure shot out of Tarass as he climaxed with her. A slight smile burst from him as well, glad his wife had failed to obey him this time.

Chapter 32

Snow walked arm and arm with her sister to Runa’s cottage, Thaw trotting alongside them.

Willow adjusted her hood against the cold and light snow. “It appears Fasta might be guilty after all since she can’t be located.”

“Her absence doesn’t bode well for her. Tarass hasn’t been able to find her and no one has seen her since yesterday.” Snow lowered her voice. “Nettle told me that some think the dwarfs got her and others believe she ran off because she knew everyone believed she was a liar and was bringing harm to the clan.”


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