Seeing Ileus and Anastasia in this position, Olivia gasped. Quickly, she turned around and pressed herself against the tree out of embarrassment. She stood frozen in her place, holding her breath, hoping they didn't notice her. Heat crept in her cheeks and all she wanted was to get out there, but all she was getting were those moans.
"Oh fuck, Ana! You are so hot!" he rasped. There was rustle on fabric and skin on the grass.
Olivia covered her ears and closed her eyes remembering her mother's 'See no evil' advice. Just that this wasn't evil, this was sex. All of a sudden, strong arms circled around her waist and she was picked in the air. She snapped open her eyes to protest when she saw Kaizan's face. The moment her eyes opened, his lips were on hers, forcing her to open her tongue. He had grabbed her with one arm around her waist and one arm at the back of her neck. She held his shoulders. "Kaiza—" she opened her mouth to speak but it was plundered immediately. He carried her to God-knows-where, as they walked away from there and Olivia—she couldn't thank him enough for taking her away and saving her embarrassing ass.
When they were beneath a secluded canopy of trees, he pulled himself away. She was breathless and panting at the heat that had pooled in her belly. On her way here, she witnessed two more couples in this position. They were hidden mostly, other than their limbs that were flayed everywhere in the air.
He set her on her feet making sure that she slid down his hard as steel shaft. "Where were you left?" she asked in a breathy voice, contemplating what he would do next.
"Something urgent," he replied, as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. He knew that she was rattled by all the sex that she saw in this place, so he said, "If you disturbed by all that is happening around, then don't. No one is bothered, especially Ileus. As long as he is with his mate, the world ceases for him and I feel his beast takes over."
She chuckled. "What about you?"
"I am a gentleman," he stated with a smile.
She stared at him intensely as she bit her bottom lip. And the wolf pounced on her, taking her down where they were standing.
"Kaizan!" she squealed, but the next moment her strings were open. Her breasts sprang free and so did her thongs. He was inside her in a minute, thrusting hard. He pinned her hands up with his wrist as he ravaged her mouth and pushed inside her with crazed need. His cock pulsated inside with every thrust. The way his balls slapped against the curve of her hips, it made her juices overflow. She dug her fingers in his shoulders without abandon and tipped her head back as her eyes rolled in her head. Her husband was perfect in everything.
"Say my name, Olivia," he rasped against her lips.
Her mind was in a different place. She wanted to call his name out, but she was chasing her orgasm.
"Look at me, Olivia," he commanded, as he grazed her skin at the nape.
She gathered herself and opened her eyes half-mast. She could feel the tingle of his hair on her legs, the rake of her nipples on his chest and his swollen cock inside her, stretching her. "Kaizan…" she whispered and stars blasted in her vision as she came hard from her mindless orgasm.
"Fuck. I am done." Kaizan stilled for a moment and then released, snarling against her skin. He felt her core milking him until he was dry. Once done, he slumped on her body and she stroked his hair gently.
"My gentleman," she teased.
He chuckled but stayed there, thrusting lazily inside her. From somewhere a loud bellow sounded and Olivia laughed. "This place is bizarre," she remarked.
"No, it's just that we don't have qualms about nudity or having sex where we want to," he replied.
"Where did you stop? I was hoping you would catch me."
"Ah! Finn stopped me. Murtagh had apparently injured a guard in his bid to escape. Finn was filling me in with the details." He pulled out from her and wore his pants. He helped her by making her wear her bra and panties. "I have to say that I love this dress of yours."
"Murtagh injured a guard? Oh gods!" Olivia's muscles strained. She recalled how Tasha said to plunge a dagger in his chest. A shiver ran through Olivia. She lowered her head and fidgeted her fingers in her lap.
Kaizan curled his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face. "It's not your fault, love," he reassured her. "This is not the first time he has done it."
She wondered how she would look if she asked why he wasn't executed. She looked into his eyes and her lips parted. He leaned over and placed a light kiss on her lips. "Stop overthinking. This is not your fault."
She nodded, her heart still seized with worries. "I met Tasha again."
Kaizan stiffened. he removed his finger from her chin and then lay beside her. He crossed his ankle over his knee. He plucked a grass blade and played with it. "What was she saying?"
Needled by jealousy, Olivia tried to keep a poker face, "That you went to her when you came back after every trip from other kingdoms." She knew that she shouldn't have raked this topic, but she was seething inside.
Kaizan turned his face to see her. A moment later, reading her thoughts, he said, "Olivia, I have been alive for fourteen more winters than you, and I have stuck my cock in many females. If you are going to point that out every time, you will only end up more jealous and suffer." He got up, knelt in front of her and placed his palm over her heated cheek and brushed her skin with his knuckles. "But now you are my wife and my bed partner. There is no one else in this world I can think of anyone other than you. You plague my thoughts whether I am sleeping or awake. I love you with all my heart, my body and soul. Women like Tasha mean nothing to me. We are mates." He rested his forehead over hers and closed his eyes. "And I will follow you even in death."
His love confession. Olivia's breath lodged in her throat. She closed her eyes too, as tears stung them. All her jealousy, her anger, her apprehension, melted away. "I am… sorry…"
"You needn't be, because I am glad that you broached this subject," he said as he pulled himself away from her. "Come here," he pulled her to his lap. She straddled his waist and rested her face on his shoulder. He stroked her back slowly, gently. "Don't ever feel insecure."
"I won't…"
Tasha watched them from a distance. She exited the festivities, wore her tunic and slacks and galloped all the way to Murtagh's house. She was a part of the security that surrounded him. Whenever Murtagh wanted to meet her, he sent her a message by injuring a guard. She had questions to ask him, and an urge to be beneath him.
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Today's music recommendation: "Killing me Softly" by Frank Sinatra