Llewellyn’s Song by Samantha Winston Page B

that doesn’t mean we don’t appreciate a nice
fire. What about you?”
    “I don’t suffer from cold. I’m not as impervious as an ice
demon though.”
    “We will be in Frostbone’s territory in three days if we
keep up the pace.”
    “I will try not to slow you down.” She looked fragile,
wrapped in her cloak, the firelight making deep shadows on her face.
    He took her in his arms. “I’m not worried about that.” He
paused. “I’m still getting used to being married, to tell you the truth. I
never thought I’d get married one day.”
    “Why? Your brother married. Surely you…” her voice trailed
away as she watched him. “Oh. The queen. You were in love with your brother’s
wife.”
    “Yes.” It was best to tell the truth.
    Her eyes became shuttered. “Are you still in love with her?”
    He thought about Melle. It was like probing a sore, but his
emotional wounds seemed to have healed. He actually smiled. “No. I’m not. You
have to understand,” he went on, becoming serious. “My brother was my twin. We
shared everything, even our dreams and our emotions. When he fell in love, he
dragged me in with him, and when he sang his elf song, I sang too. I couldn’t
help it.”
    Tamara slid her arms around him. “I understand. We haven’t
sung together yet. But someday I hope that we will. Our love is still too new
and unexpected.”
    “You’re right.” He kissed her cheek, relieved that she didn’t
expect him to sing. The elf song was something that tore out of your soul. It
only happened on certain occasions. He’d heard Melle’s song and it had shaken
him to the bone. His brother’s song had taken his own voice away for a long
time. Now, perhaps, he would find his own. Only time would tell. Until then, he
was content to learn about Tamara.
    She blinked, her face to the flames. “So, what about taking
your clothes off?”
    “Excuse me?” He nuzzled her neck and she giggled.
    “I want to see you naked again.”
    “Only if you take yours off first.”
    She slipped out of his arms and threw the cloak off. In the
firelight, her body looked golden. He caught his breath. Her long dark hair
fell to her hips, and her breasts were heavy and rounded. Her hips flared
gently, and her legs were long and slender. But he sensed a hidden strength in
her.
    She cocked her hip, teasingly, and cupped her breasts with
her hands. “They ache for your touch,” she whispered.
    His cock was already stiff, and when she slid her hands over
her breasts, it got so hard he thought he might explode right into his
breeches. “Hold on,” he gasped, shrugging off his tunic and breeches as fast as
he could.
    Tamara chuckled. “I have long watched my clan sisters
pleasure themselves with their toys. They sometimes use two, one for this
entrance, and one for this one.” She turned and bent over, her buttocks jutting
into the air.
    “I have but one toy for you,” said Llewellyn, his breath
coming fast. By Mistral, she could bring his blood to a boil faster than fire.
    “Then show me how you pleasure your women in your tribe. I
wonder if it’s better to have one living toy attached to a male body, or two toys
that one can play with at will?”
    Llewellyn narrowed his eyes. Was this a challenge? He’d show
her. He grasped her shoulders and spun her around, crushing her to his chest.
He lifted her chin for a kiss. “We start like this,” he said, and then pressed
his mouth to hers.
    He kissed her slowly, letting his tongue and teeth explore
and tease her mouth. She was a fast learner, and soon he couldn’t tell who was
breathing harder. His lips felt swollen and hot when they at last drew apart.
Her eyes were hooded with desire, her mouth slack.
    Then he knelt and ran his tongue down her chest and over her
breasts. He sucked on each nipple, giving them equal attention. When they
stiffened he lowered his head and traced a path of kisses to her thighs.
    She tensed. “No!”
    “Yes.” He grinned at her. “Open your