A Sinless Betrayal - Cherie Benjamin (paper ebook reader .TXT) 📗

really answer him. "Your sister's a beauty, and a kind one at that," I say to him. "She told me great things about you."

This makes him intrigued. "What sort of things did she say?" He is desperate to know what his sister had said to me, and I like holding it over him.

I grasp his arm. "All good things." He looks a little relieved. "You need not worry yourself about it."

He drops the subject once he realizes that he won't get anything out of me. He looks down at what I wear. "You look beautiful," he comments. "That silk was crafted by Snow Lion for herself before she got pregnant. She gave it to me to store it away. She said you could have it if you wanted it."

My eyes widen. When I walked into the room with Abigor, Snow Lion had complimented me on the silks. Now I feel even luckier to have the silk in my possession.

We travel to the breakfast hall, where men chatter loudly, drinking ale and stuffing their greedy mouths with breakfast meats. Abigor takes his seat at the end of the table, and I take the empty chair to his left.

The cheering only gets louder once Abigor has gotten here. They pass the bowls of food up to him and look at me expectantly. Then I realize that I am to dish out his food for me. Blushing bright red at this new custom that I did not know of, I stab a slab of ham onto his plate, then eggs and fried potatoes with onion.

He strokes my arm softly without making a sound. He's different in public, I tell myself. I grab the pitcher and fill his glass with goat's milk before sitting back down in my seat again. The man beside me is Black Bear, so I feel comfortable eating without him turning his lustful eyes upon me.

But Will takes his place at to the right of Abigor, and directly across from me at the table. His smouldering eyes twist my stomach into knots after what he did to me in the kitchen. I go to pour myself another glass of goat's milk but the pitcher that I used for Abigor's glass is empty.

The next one is right next to Black Bear, and I find myself breaking into a sweat trying to figure out how to ask him. Last time we spoke he made it clear that he didn't want anything to do with me after Abigor wrongfully assaulted him.

I tap him on the bicep lightly, right over the tattoo that Abigor and all his men wore. He flinches at my touch before looking at me with widened brown eyes. He looks at me expectantly. I almost forget what I'm about to ask him. "Could you please pass me the milk?" I ask.

Black Bear shoots a look up to Abigor, who is busy talking with White Fire Sun and Drinks of Waterfall. He nods curtly and grabs the pitcher of milk off of the table and passes it to me. "There." He nods to it.

I nod my head. "I see it. Thank you," I smile up at him, and his eyes flash with youth and friendliness. Then he quickly looks away. I notice Abigor eyeing him up suspiciously. I lay my hand on his and smile weakly.

This is exactly the reason why Black Bear refuses to talk to me. I pick at my potatoes in complete silence while the others talk and talk about topics a woman's not fit to listen in on. But alas, I am one of the three women at this breakfast table. All the ladies at the harem ate wherever they wanted this morning, but they could not eat in here. Michelle is with Drinks of Waterfall, and Camellia is with White Fire Sun.

I can tell that Michelle is undeniably happy with Drinks of Waterfall. She has the occasional bruise or two on her arms, but nothing serious as compared to when we first started out.

"The life here has promises of something of so much more value. Back at Bellechester, I still would have been a maid; cleaning houses and going about in my own peasant way. But here, they do not know me as a peasant. They see me as the woman of Drinks Of Waterfall, the brave warrior of many battles…and thus I am respected." I remember what Michelle had said about her views in Bellechester versus her views here.

I see her across the table, minding her own business as well. Drinks Of Waterfall had claimed her a few days ago, but she hadn't told me. She keeps her head down and focuses on prodding her eggs with her fork.

Drinks Of Waterfall laughs with Abigor, his laugh making Michelle smile softly down at her plate. I wonder how she does it. He does not speak a lick of the Common Tongue, and Michelle's not very good with the barbarian language.

I wonder what their sex life is like as well. Michelle's not big on bragging, unlike some of the other girls in the harem. I jump when I feel fingers on the insides of my thighs. Instantly I know it's Abigor.

He still laughs with White Fire Sun and Drinks Of Waterfall likes nothing has even happened. I clench my thighs together before his fingers can skirt across my wetness. At breakfast, again? I whimper a little, catching Black Bear's attention.

He casts a glance over his shoulder at me in suspicion. I smile weakly at him. Abigor shoots me a side glance, one that is full of mischief and seduction. I retaliate by moving my chair in closer to the table and reaching and landing a hand right over his obvious erection.

He grunts a struggled, "Fuck," before continuing talking. I can't help but laugh, tears sparkling in my eyes. White Fire Sun asks him if he's okay and Abigor nods with his pleasure-pain. I stop laughing when I see Grey Hawk, Black Bear and Iron Coyote's eyes suspiciously on me.

I eat my sausage while his hand grips my thigh tighter. I grab his hand with my free hand and move it off my thigh. "Dances With Wolves," I whisper, shaking his arm to grab his attention. He turns to me after I've disturbed his chat. "May I be excused? I've finished my breakfast."

He looks down at my empty plate then nods his head. "Go. No wanderin' the halls, back to the room."

I nod my head and exit the dining hall. I know what he plans to do with me after he's finished with his breakfast.

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I'm sitting in his great bearskin chair when he waltzes into the room just a little after breakfast. I instantly fly up from where I'm at and my eyes plead my apology. He doesn't like people sitting in his chair, but I thought that since he was gone it would just be different.

I wasn't planning on being caught, but alas, I am. He doesn't seem that angry, just a little annoyed. "That's my chair," he whispers. "Not Eliza's chair, or anyone else's."

I nod my head quickly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"

He holds up his hand to silence me. "I should punish you," he comments. My eyes widen. This is completely unlike Abigor, to punish me. He stalks towards me, his hand jetting out into the open and tearing away my silk top.

I gasp and clutch at my now naked breasts. He reaches forward and then snatches my bottoms away while my hands are busy with covering my breasts. I cry out in shock, my eyes widening in disbelief. Will he rape me? Will he go back on his word that he promised to keep for so long?

Now I'm completely naked and vulnerable. He charges me, and like a scared little doe, I run. His eyes blacken with lust. "You should know never to run from a wolf." I instantly understand the line, since the Hausa symbol is the wolf and it's the most respected animal in the kingdom.

I try to dart towards the bed but he grabs me and gathers me into his arms, throwing me onto the chair that I had previously been sitting on. I struggle but his arms keep me down. "You wanted to sit on the chair so bad, so sit on it."

My eyes sparkle with fright as he begins to undress. This is it, I think. He's going back on his word. I've denied him too long and now he will rape me. He slips off his pants but he leaves his breechcloth on.

Abigor lets me go. I sit with my knees drawn to my chest and my feet crossed. And then it happens. The towering man drops to his knees in an act of pure submission, his eyes glazed over with lust. "I want to kiss you. You must tell me where to kiss you."

My eyes widen. I say the first thing that comes to mind. "My lips."

He obliges, leaning forward and capturing my lips in a kiss full of need and want. His tongue delves between my lips, feverishly licking at my own tongue. He tastes of mint and mulled wine and it makes my knees weak with lust.

Abigor makes a dive for my lips again, sliding the tip of his tongue into my mouth, gently beginning to move it against mine. His strokes become deeper and harder but not rough or rushed. We alternate between deep and shallow, using only lips from time to time. Abigor grazes his teeth against my lips, provoking a soft moan from my mouth. He pulls away slightly, breaking away with a strand of saliva connecting our moist lips together..

He licks my saliva off of his lips slowly and sensually, never breaking eye contact with me. "Give me a different place."

I gulp and nod my head. "Kiss my breasts."

He nods swiftly, then ducks his head down, his mouth latching onto one of my nipples, taking it into his warm, hot mouth and swirling the pink bud around his tongue. He licks it a few more times before retreating to my other breast.

He sucks my nipple into his mouth, tugging softly with his lips before licking over the little pink bud. He bites it, eliciting a surprised moan out of me. His hands roam over my body as he kisses down further.

"Your stomach?" he asks. I nod my head, completely flustered. His hands reach up to grab my breasts in his hands, the soft ivory globes fitting perfectly in his large hands. He peppers his kisses all over my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel before moving down to kiss the space just below it.

I shut my eyes tightly as my most intimate place flares with heat and pounds with sensation. Wetness begins to paint my thighs. I bite my lip to encase my moan but Abigor doesn't like that. He smacks a kiss on my thigh, grabbing my attention instantly. "Let me hear your moans."

He moves back up to kiss my breasts again when I begin to touch them with lust. He kisses them, squeezes them, and licks them. "Oh, please…" I moan, a lot louder than I would have ever wanted to.

He smiles his slow, molasses smile, the corners of his mouth reaching his ears. "Tell me what you want. Where you want me to kiss you," he murmurs.

Truth is, I don't know what I want. But the heat in my southern regions is getting unbearable and all I want to do is have him touch it. And the idea of his lips pressing against my cleft makes the heat grow worse. Without saying a word, I nod my head downwards a little.

He gets the memo instantly. He lowers his face down so that his lips are only a few mere inches from it. "I'll show you how good this feels," he murmurs. Then his tongue darts out from beneath his lips and licks a stripe up my folds.

My eyes fly open and I try to sit up, clenching my thighs