“This I know,” Frey muttered.
I pulled in another breath then lifted my hand to wipe my face and pulled up to look at him.
“Sorry,” I whispered and Frey grinned.
Then he said softly, “I prefer your smiles and laughter, wife, but there are far worse things than your tears wetting my skin.”
I stared at his handsome, bearded face thinking, God, I really, freaking love this man.
Then I smiled at him, slid a hand up to curl around his neck, leaned in close and decided a change of subject was in order therefore I asked, “Any chance you’ll tell me why Kell was all fired up not to let Baldur’s men board your ship?”
Frey’s lips twitched and he hesitated only a moment before he answered, “While we were rescuing the sorceress Circe, some of the men might have nicked a few things that it’s highly likely were important enough for some to notice are missing and want them back badly and some of those things might still be aboard The Finnie.”
I felt my lips twitch too then I asked, “What’s this spirit Kell’s talking about?”
Frey lifted a hand to my temple and trailed it along my hairline as he tucked the hair back behind my ear before pushing a mass of it that was at my neck over my shoulder before his eyes left the movements of his hand and came back to me.
Then he answered, “I told him you have the spirit of the sea, the spirit of a Raider. I told him you’re a Voyager like him and like me. The Voyager doesn’t settle, his feet itch to move, be it on ship, on land, in stirrups. The Voyager acts fast and thinks faster. He has courage. He doesn’t wait to face the risks that come his way, instead, he rushes to greet them.” He paused and his eyes held mine before he finished softly, “Before, Kell didn’t believe me but, today, he believes me.”
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
I felt tears well in my eyes as warmth swelled in my heart.
Then I accused, “You’re going to make me cry again.”
Frey grinned and noted, “Finnie, I think I may not have made this clear but this does not bother me.”
“I bet a Voyager doesn’t burst into tears at the drop of a hat,” I returned in between deep breaths I was taking to control my emotion.
“I wouldn’t know, wee one, I’ve never met a beautiful one with white-blonde hair and soft curves. But I’m learning those kind do a lot of things differently.”
His words made me laugh softly and the tears melted away then I slid my arms around his neck and pressed close to whisper the God’s honest truth in his ear, “I’m pleased you’re home, husband.”
His arms gave me a squeeze and in my ear he asked, “How pleased?”
I held on tighter and answered with feeling, “Very.”
His hand drifted up my back to curl around my neck and he replied, “If this is so, wee wife, right now, I wish you to show me how much.”
I lifted my head and looked down at him to see his beautiful green-brown eyes had changed in a way I liked a whole lot.
“Okay,” I breathed, he smiled his wicked smile then he got out of the chair, taking me with him and he carried me to the divan where I did not delay in setting about showing him just how happy I was he was back.
Suffice it to say I was super happy and suffice it to say I took great pains to convince Frey of that fact.
And I was even more pleased to note my efforts succeeded.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Fire and Blood
Two months later…
“Frey,” Finnie breathed into his mouth and gods, gods, every time she said his name like that, from the very first time she did it when he felt the unreal softness of her hair in his loft in his cabin, Frey Drakkar felt the whisper of his wife’s voice saying his name right in his cock.
Then she gave him her neck as her head arched back, her fingers fisted in his hair, her other arm clutched him tight and she rammed herself down on his shaft as she climaxed.
Frey spun her to her back, her long hair splashed across their bed, her four limbs held tight even as she continued gasping through her orgasm and his hips pumped between her legs.
He fought the climax that threatened to explode so he could take in her beautiful face awash with pleasure, the vision of her hair all over the sheets, the feel of her arms and legs gripping him tight, the brilliant torture of her sex spasming around his driving cock then he couldn’t fight it anymore and through five, deep, hard strokes he poured his seed inside his wife.
Frey dropped his forehead to the bed beside her and focused on her soft body under him, her wet tightness enveloping his cock, her hands drifting light along his back, the smell of her skin and he rethought their plans to leave Hawkvale on the morrow to return to Lunwyn.
He liked right where he was.
“Are you sure you want to go home, wife?”
“No,” she whispered and he lifted further up on his forearm to look down at her, his other hand moving to cup the side of her head, his thumb drawing circles at her temple. “But there are places to go, people to meet, things to do,” she finished on an appealing, sated grin.
That was his Finnie. Her feet itched.
“This bed is very comfortable,” he observed but made his point by shifting his hips between her legs then he watched with satisfaction as her eyelids lowered and her lips parted.
Then she lifted her head to touch her lips to his throat and dropped it back.
“You’re right,” she agreed. “It is. But so is your bed on your ship.” She grinned again. “I like the velvet blankets.” Her four limbs gave him a squeeze as did her sex and a short, low rumble slid up his throat which caused her to smile a very appealing, very sated smile. “And it’s narrow so we have to cuddle,” she concluded.
“We cuddle even in this big bed,” Frey pointed out.
“Indeed,” she whispered, her eyes growing soft and moving over his face before she said quietly, “If you wish to stay, husband, I’m good with staying.”
“And if you wish to go, wife, I’m good with going,” he replied and she smiled again.
“Then we’ll go,” she decided, Frey smiled back and dropped his head to touch his lips to hers.
“Yes, my wee one,” he said softly after he lifted his head, “we’ll go.”
Her hand drifted up his spine and into his hair as her eyes drifted to his mouth.
She touched her lips to his and repeated quietly, “We’ll go.”
Then she kissed him, unhooked a leg from his hip, planted her foot in the bed and bucked to roll him to his back.
He allowed this because she went with him.
Then he allowed his wife to make best use of their big, soft bed.
Again.
* * * * *
Frey moved through the bedroom to get his gloves. After her archery lesson with Annar, he was taking her riding through his estate and the village one last time before they left early the next morning.
Absently, his eyes moved through the room which had been the setting for some very happy memories since they arrived nearly six weeks ago after docking the ship in Bellebryn, staying in that small city state for a week because Finnie was enthralled by its charm and then making their way into Hawkvale to his chateau.
Finnie had been even more Finnie as she discovered the appeal of Hawkvale (though she surprised him by telling him she favored Lunwyn, felt more at home there and preferred the clothing of Fyngaard). She’d delighted in every second they spent in Bellebryn, travelling to then being at his chateau and, as always with Finnie, she didn’t hide it.
And Frey delighted in giving it to her.
Even so, without Finnie in his arms and Frey in her, he had to admit he was ready to move on. He could not remember the last time he’d stayed in one place for so long and as enjoyable as it was with Finnie, he was keen to take her on her next adventure.