Harlequin Historical May 2014 - Bundle 1 of 2: Notorious in the West\Yield to the Highlander\Return of the Viking Warrior (62 page)

Their hands remained intertwined as he eased her back onto the cloak, before he took off his cloak and tunic. The autumn sunlight turned his skin to gold, but she could see a network of scars across his torso and recalled his story about the way he'd battled to return.

She hated to think about the pain he must have borne for each scar. She reached out a trembling finger and traced the nearest scar. His flesh was molten hot to her touch.

‘Not the perfection I used to be,' he said, kneeling beside her and taking her hand between his. ‘Is that what you are trying to tell me with your serious stare? I don't match your expectations?'

She looked up at the deep blue autumn sky and tried to regain control of her emotions. How could he think such a thing about her? ‘I'm sorry you had to feel pain.'

‘Take away pain and you take away life.' He lifted her hand to his lips. His tongue made a little circle on the underside of her wrist. ‘You've lessened my pain today considerably, the pain I have in my soul.'

She passed a hand over her eyes. The scars might not be visible like the ones on his torso, but they were there. ‘Yes, of course.'

Very deliberately she leant forward and placed her mouth on the most jagged of his scars, the one which ran from his right breast down to his left hip where someone once had tried to slice him open. His second battle with the Franks. She ran her tongue along the length of it, feeling its silken smoothness which contrasted with the faint roughness of his unblemished skin.

‘May I see you?' His breath tickled her ear. ‘Let me feast my eyes on your perfection.'

‘Hardly that. I've had a child.'

‘You will be perfection to me.'

She leant back on her heels and started to undo her belt, but the knot stuck and refused to work loose.

With nimble fingers he undid her belt before pushing her gown and undergarment up. The cool autumn air kissed her skin.

She gave a faint shiver. He pulled her into his arms. And the heat of his skin slid over her. ‘Shall I warm you?'

His body covered hers, providing instant searing heat. His lips made a trail to her earlobe and nuzzled it, pulling and tugging it.

Each touch sent a fresh wave of desire through her, reminding her of the times he had made love to her in the past and how good it had been once. He seemed to know how to play her body and precisely what she liked.

Her body bucked upwards. His hand cupped her breasts and flicked the nipples. A tiny movement of nail against the delicate rose-coloured skin, but it increased her desire to fever pitch. Then he bent his head and his tongue circled her nipples, sucking and exploring.

She made a mewling noise at the back of her throat.

Later they could go slowly, but right now she knew she needed him inside her or she'd die. She tugged at his shoulders and spread her thighs wide.

‘Hush now, let me explore,' he rasped in her ear.

His hand slipped down to the apex of her thighs, going between the folds and smoothing her innermost core, stroking and probing until she thought she could bear it no more.

‘Please,' she whispered as her body was alive with fire.

He relented and drove himself between her legs. Her body opened and welcomed the length of him. Fully sheathed him.

They lay there, unmoving, adjusting to each other. Then he gently began to rock, going deeper and then retreating. Her body remembered the rhythm, moving along with him.

She knew it was not going to be like her dream and he wouldn't vanish in the mist, but her legs still locked about him, holding him within her, keeping him there as she shuddered to a climax.

* * *

Slowly Ash drifted back to earth and raised himself up on his elbows so he could look down on Kara's peaceful sleeping face.

She might be asleep, spent from the passion they had just shared, but he felt wonderfully awake and alive in a way he'd not felt for years. He had forgotten such feelings existed. He had told her the truth about his past and she hadn't pulled away or made him seem less of a man for what he'd done.

He wanted to ensure that nothing ever harmed her. He'd made the right decision to keep his fears about his uncle from her. That was the future, not the past.

He ran a hand down her smooth back, marvelling at the silkiness of her skin. Even the gentle touch made his body harden and he knew it would be a long time before he'd had his fill of her.

Ash concentrated on keeping his breathing even. They had all the time in the world. She belonged to him now. He would be worthy of her. Some day she would see it.

He gave her backside a gentle tap. ‘Time to get up.'

‘Get up?' Her voice remained slurred with spent passion and sleep. She snuggled further into the crook of his arm. ‘I'm far too comfortable here.'

‘You might be now, but the temperature rapidly drops when the sun goes in.' He dropped a kiss on her shoulder, rather than gathering her to him. Even the tiny touch was enough to send his heart racing. He'd been seven times a fool to stay away as long as he had. ‘We don't want Rurik worrying about us.'

At the mention of their son, she sat up and reached for her clothes. Her cheeks became a delightful pink when she realised the state of them. The pleats of her under-dress were hopelessly creased. ‘What will he say if he sees me like this?'

‘He will be glad that we are trying to give him a brother or a sister.'

She put a hand over her mouth. ‘Of course, I hadn't thought. You want more children.'

‘You do want more children?' he enquired softly, trying to understand her change of mood. ‘You always said that you wanted a big family.'

‘Yes, of course.' The words were far too quick. Her hands tidied her kerchief and neatened her dress. ‘I simply wasn't thinking about that. You have only been back a little while.'

‘I was.' Ash captured a strand of her hair and ran its silky smoothness through his fingers. ‘I'd like a girl with blond hair and her mother's spirit.'

‘And what if it doesn't happen?'

‘We enjoy each other and the child we do have.' He put his hand on her shoulder and felt her flesh quiver. ‘If you want me to be a farmer, Kara, I'll try. I want to be the sort of man you want for your husband.'

Kara gnawed at her lip. ‘That would be good.'

‘Is there something wrong?'

‘Nothing at all. The hour is late. People will get concerned.' She leant forward and nipped his chin. ‘I shall tell whoever asks that I had a lovely lesson in tracking.'

Ash allowed his laugh to ring out and startled several wood pigeons. Things would work out this time. He would defeat his uncle and then he could work at being the sort of man Kara wanted him to be.

Chapter Thirteen

K
ara inhaled deeply as she slipped off her cloak in her chamber. Ash had gone to make sure all the equipment he'd brought with him was properly stored, leaving her to make her own way to her chamber. She thanked the gods for a small piece of luck—she managed to get to her chamber without encountering anyone and having to suffer knowing stares or, worse still, questions.

She plucked a stray twig from her hair. His declaration about being willing to be a farmer had unsettled her. It was the last thing she expected from Ash and she had trouble thinking of him being happy, yet he had seemed sincere. It was what she wanted, wasn't it? Someone by her side to share the burden. Her perfect mate. It made no sense. She should be happy, but it unnerved her as if there was something Ash was keeping from her.

‘My lady, thank the gods you have returned. Visitors are in the hall.' Thora rushed into the room without knocking. Her kerchief was askew and the relief was etched on her face.

‘Have you made them comfortable?' Kara automatically straightened her dress, silently blessing whichever god had watched over her earlier. If she had gone straight to the hall, everyone would have guessed what had happened and it was far too new to share.

‘Yes, my lady.' Thora twisted her pinafore.

‘What is the trouble, Thora? You appear distressed.' Kara straightened her gown. ‘Is it Harald Haraldson? You don't need to fear that his men will behave badly this time. Ash and his men will keep the peace.'

‘It's Valdar, my lady.'

Kara's heart knocked. Valdar. She wasn't ready to see him. Her relationship with Ash was far too new. They were still getting used to each other.

‘Valdar,' she said, biting the back of her thumb.

Thora smiled. ‘Rurik is beyond excited, but considering your recent history and the master being here, do you really want him here?'

Kara hoped her colour stayed normal. The hall traded on secrets and she wasn't ready to share what had happened in the forest with anyone. She and Ash hadn't even begun to discuss sleeping arrangements. He might not want to share her bed because of his nightmares.

‘I've no choice in the matter.'

Ash strode in. He glanced at Thora, who blushed, and then purposefully went over to Kara and kissed her lips. Thora hurriedly backed out of the room, stammering. The news would be all over the estate before night fell.

‘Problems?' Ash asked, tightening his grip on her waist. ‘Whatever they are, they can wait. Let's take a bath together, wash the dust away. I can scrub your back.'

She broke away. ‘Visitors.'

‘I know.'

Kara froze. He knew and still suggested bathing. Had he known they were near before he took her out into the woods? ‘You knew.'

He laughed. ‘Hard to miss a half-dozen extra horses.'

Her neck relaxed slightly. There was a logical explanation. ‘Oh, I thought...it doesn't matter. But there is no question of bathing, Ash. That would...that would be rude.'

‘A suggestion in case you wanted to look your best, rather than like you'd had a delightful tumble in the forest.'

‘I...I can't abandon my duties.'

He shrugged. ‘Always one for duty, Kara.'

‘The honour of the house is at stake.'

‘What do you intend to do about him?'

There was no mistaking the jealousy in Ash's tone. She smiled inwardly. After all they had shared this afternoon he should know which man she preferred.

‘I will greet him with the usual warmth. Valdar has been a good friend. Only a friend.' She began to walk towards the hall with brisk steps. The last thing she wanted was for Ash to start some unnecessary competition with Valdar where she was perceived as a prize. That was all his suggestion about bathing had been about—a way of presenting her as a trophy to Valdar. She liked Valdar. She'd no wish to hurt him.

‘My lady,' Ash called, ‘aren't you forgetting something?'

Kara stopped. ‘Such as?'

‘Your husband. You never know if the visitors will be friendly. One day you may have cause to thank my past life as a warrior.'

Kara's stomach knotted. She hoped Ash hadn't decided to be a farmer simply to please her.

‘It is the duty of the woman to greet any visitor,' she replied carefully. ‘Valdar is a welcome visitor here. Always. Rurik will be overjoyed to see his old friend.'

‘No doubt.' His eyes became speculative. ‘I shall have to make sure Rurik shows some of the moves I taught him.'

‘He is a friend. Nothing more.' Kara's heart thudded. ‘Rurik likes him because the man took an interest in him. Valdar always brings him something little when he visits and he did visit quite frequently when he was wooing me. Auda even joked that he tried to woo the woman through the son, but I knew the relationship he has with Rurik is based on mutual regard.'

Ash raised a brow. ‘Did I ask?'

Kara put her hand on her hip. ‘You implied. I want you to know the truth. No secrets, remember? We agreed. A fresh start for us both.'

‘Do you know why he has arrived here?'

Kara put her fingers to her temples. ‘Let me concentrate.' She counted to ten. ‘No, sorry. Nothing. No idea why he is here. I was never a good soothsayer, Ash.'

A muscle jumped in Ash's jaw. ‘I can make a good guess, if you won't.'

Kara rolled her eyes. It was gratifying in a way that Ash showed this streak of jealousy, but the last thing she wanted was for the two to come to blows. Valdar had been Ash's friend once. They could be again.

‘Why don't we ask him and then we will know the truth? It could be a hundred different reasons, including that he wants to wish us well. Jaarlshiem is not far from his estate. He might even be able to give you tips on farming.'

‘Do you take his tips?'

Kara put her hand to her throat. She had always planned to once they were married. Before then, she had run the estate as best she could. ‘They are worth listening to. Certainly.'

‘And will you listen to my suggestions?'

Kara tilted her head to one side. ‘I listened to you about Rurik. Does that satisfy you?'

‘You think he has come to see you, his former bride. To check you are all right and once again make his offer of protection. Will you tell him about us?'

She shrugged and concentrated on the ground. ‘As far I knew, he had no plans to come here. I'm shocked that he has arrived.'

‘You can be such an innocent, Kara. I am far from shocked. I've been expecting him.' He draped an arm across her shoulders, claiming possession. ‘Shall we see him together? He needs to know that while he is welcome as a friend, he needs to look elsewhere for a lover.'

‘I am not some bone to be fought over.' Kara ducked under his arm and freed herself. Ash had guessed. She found it impossible to rid her brain of the thought that he had seduced her today. Was that why he made his offer?

His eyes narrowed. ‘I gave up fighting, remember? At your request. I am to be a farmer.'

Her heart knocked. He was doing this to please her, just as he had tried so hard to be a warrior.

‘I'm not a prize to be exhibited. I'm your wife and I have always behaved correctly. With modesty and decorum. The entire kingdom will buzz with the gossip, like busy bumblebees.'

‘There will be no fighting, I guarantee you that.' Ash's eyes glittered. ‘I have won. I trust you to tell him.'

‘You could never resist grinding your opponent into the ground.' Kara glared at him.

‘I'm not my father or my uncle.'

‘Are you coming, Mor? Far?' Rurik called out from the doorway. ‘I want to show you what Valdar brought. My very own sword! It is very sharp.'

Ash raised an eyebrow, but Kara shook her head.

‘I knew about the sword, Ash. It was to be his present to Rurik for being his new father. Valdar promised that it would not be a full-sized sword, simply one a young boy could be proud of.'

‘Rurik already has one father. He has no need of another. Make sure you emphasise that when you greet him.'

Kara didn't bother to reply, but walked with purposeful strides to the hall where Valdar waited, standing with his back to the hearth and his feet splayed apart. Valdar's face lit up when he spied her. Kara's heart sank. She had hoped he'd be dressed casually, but he appeared to be dressed as if he expected trouble with his broad sword belted to his hip.

‘Valdar, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?'

‘This is far from a social call, my lady.'

Immediately his hand went to his sword's hilt. Without even looking, Kara knew Ash had entered behind her. From the footsteps, it would appear his men were there, ready and waiting for Ash's signal. Ash had made plans she knew nothing about. So much for no secrets. Were his plans to be a farmer also lip service?

‘No bloodshed,' she murmured.

‘If he draws his sword, I doubt I can control my men,' Ash retorted in an undertone. ‘They are loyal.'

‘Control them or consider yourself an unworthy commander.'

‘My lady has spoken. It seems sometimes she doesn't require a farmer.' Ash's voice held more than a note of irony.

‘Valdar Nerison, you are always a welcome friend who comes in peace and friendship,' she said, advancing forward, ignoring that Ash stood behind her glowering at the other warrior. Ash should know after what had just passed between them that she had no feelings for Valdar. She paused and attempted to gather her wits for the rest of the formal greeting.

‘For you, my Lady Kara, always.' Valdar inclined his head, but his hand still hovered above his sword hilt.

‘I'm sorry we weren't here to greet you,' Ash said, stepping in front of her. ‘Kara and I were out tracking.'

‘I see.' Valdar's face fell and his hand dropped from the sword.

‘Ash took over Rurik's training and I wanted to make sure that what he proposed for Rurik would be acceptable.' Kara was aware that her face had gone bright red. Somehow, her words seemed to make the situation worse instead of better as Valdar paled.

‘Kara finds my training more than acceptable.' Ash gave a short laugh, obviously starting to enjoy the situation. ‘There again, Rurik is my son. Funny how that works out.'

‘Rurik is a son that any man would be proud to call his.' Valdar inclined his head. ‘I welcome the fact that the Lady Kara has finally agreed to his proper training. I had hoped she might consent to my services, but I can see the child's father would be preferable.'

‘A huge responsibility, but I am more than willing to shoulder it,' Ash commented.

Valdar turned sharply towards her and concern flickered across his face.

‘Ash intends to stay, Valdar,' she said quietly.

‘I see.'

Kara pressed her lips together. Valdar had known before that it was impossible. Silently she prayed that Valdar had not appeared in the hope that all remained uneasy between her and Ash.

‘Rurik has amply entertained me with tales of his training.' Valdar ruffled Rurik's hair. ‘You have the makings of a fine warrior. Hopefully we shall see you ice-skating this winter, as well.'

Kara schooled her features. It hurt that Valdar also thought she had been overly cautious with Rurik. ‘We shall have to see what the winter brings.'

‘Rurik understands why his mother is being careful,' Ash said.

‘My mother had only me to look after her. It is different now that my true father has come back,' Rurik piped up.

‘Who taught him that one?' Kara murmured, giving Ash a sideways glance.

Ash appeared unrepentant. ‘I thought the sentiment had a ring of truth.'

‘Indeed.' Kara ground her teeth.

‘Did you come merely to see Rurik and how he fares?' Ash asked in ringing tones. ‘Or was there another darker purpose?'

‘I came to see you, Ash Hringson, on urgent matters.' Valdar stood and reached into his pouch and withdrew a wooden tablet. ‘The king instructed it be placed in your hand. You are to return to Sand immediately. There is to be an enquiry. I have the authority to bring you in chains, if you do not come willingly.'

Kara's stomach roiled. The king had turned against Ash. She had thought everything was settled before they had left. ‘Why?'

‘My uncle demands my ship plus tribute.' Ash gave the rune-stick the briefest of glances. ‘He swears my ship attacked his on its way up the river. An act of aggression against Raumerike on my orders. Unfounded, but effective. My oarsmen had their orders to come straight here. The king takes a cautious approach and wishes to investigate. I had expected it might come to this.'

‘You already knew? You expected this?' Kara stared at him in astonishment. He'd kept something so important like that from her! After declaring no secrets! He couldn't be certain his men had followed orders. Sell-swords were notorious for going after easy prey. She sank down on a stool. If the charges were proved against Ash, Harald Haraldson would be within his rights to demand all of Ash's holdings, including this estate.

‘I suspected my uncle might make this move. I thought the ship would arrive three days ago, yesterday at the worst. Far better to know my men are safe rather than suffering in a shipwreck.' Ash inclined his head. ‘I thank you for being swift, Valdar Nerison. It has eased my mind no end.'

‘I felt it my duty to let you and the Lady Kara know as soon as possible.' Valdar straightened his back, giving her a significant look. ‘There are other people to think of besides yourself, Hringson or Ash the Untrusted.'

‘I am well aware of that name. My father unfairly gave it to me after I fell asleep guarding some sheep when I was ten and had been awake all night. It has not been used for many years.' Ash gestured towards the door. ‘You appear dusty and travel-worn. You should have a bath and relax before we discuss all the news. The morning is soon enough to depart.'