“Why do you keep doing that?”

“Because now it’s getting fun. Besides, you wench, you’re enjoying it.”

“No, I am not!”

“Liar.” His hand slapped the firm flesh of her rear and she growled. “Now tell me you forgive me.”

She took a moment to get her breath. “Why? Why do you care?”

Fearghus blinked. By the gods, she doesn’t know.

He smoothed his hand across her back as he nuzzled the back of her neck. “Because I love you.”

* * *

Annwyl’s entire body started at the whispered pronouncement. Her dragon loved her. That’s all she wanted to know. All she ever needed to know.

She tossed her head back and looked at him. Saw the truth in his eyes. “Untie me, Fearghus.” He leaned forward and released her bonds. Once free, she pulled away from him. A moan escaped his lips as he slid out of her. She turned her body so that they faced each other.

Annwyl stared at Fearghus, her hand brushing against his cheek and skimming along his chiseled jaw. Then she growled and punched him in the chest. “You idiot!”

“Ow!”

“Why didn’t you tell me that before? You’re making me crazy!” She punched him in the shoulder.

“Stop hitting me!”

She stood up and stormed away from him to the middle of the tent, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “I thought I was finally going insane. Because of you!”

“Are you done?”

Annwyl stopped pacing, slowly turning to face Fearghus. He leaned back against the bed, his long legs on the floor, his long erection at the ready. “Excuse me?”

He smiled as his smoldering gaze swept over her. “I asked if you were done. I mean you can go on all day about how I wronged you, if you like. Or you can come over here and let me make it up to you.”

Annwyl bit the inside of her mouth to stop herself from smiling. Cheeky bastard. “I’m very wounded, you know. Devastated. May never recover from this.”

“Come to me, Annwyl.” He held his hand out to her, a beautiful smile spreading across that gorgeous face. “Bring that pretty ass to me.”

Annwyl rolled her eyes, but went to him nonetheless. She took his offered hand. Fearghus squeezed it as he gently turned her away from him. He grasped her hips and pulled her back to him, lowering her body until his hot shaft slowly entered her from behind. She gasped as he placed her on his erection, taking his time. Moving slowly.

Once she fully enveloped him, he slid his hands to her br**sts. He gripped the ni**les tight between his callused fingers, while he rubbed his forehead against her back and nuzzled her neck. Annwyl groaned and she wondered how she ever thought she could give this up. Give him up. She realized she no longer had to worry about it. She had them both. Dragon and knight were one and the same. And he loved her.

He nipped the nape of her neck and gripped her hips. He slowly moved her up and down his shaft. Over and over, until Annwyl felt sure she’d go insane. His tongue glided up and down the back of her neck, his hair cascaded over her shoulders and rubbed against her sensitive br**sts.

Annwyl placed her hands over his. She gripped them tight, digging her nails into his flesh. “Gods, earghus. You’re driving me mad.”

He chuckled against her neck. “Too slow?” She could only manage to nod. “Then tell me what I want to hear.”

She gasped as his hands tightened on her. She shook her head. She had no idea what he was talking about. “Tell me you forgive me, Annwyl. Forgive me and I’ll f**k you until you scream.”

Hell, she’d forgiven him a hundred times over. At least she had in her head. But to verbalize it, right at this moment, when she couldn’t even see straight. That was the real challenge.

“Uh . . . yes.”

“Yes what?”

She moaned. She was so close. So close. “Forgive.”

“Forgive what?”

What an utter bastard! “You.”

“Say it Annwyl. Say it, because I can keep this up for hours.”

Hours? She couldn’t handle five more seconds of this, much less hours. She forced herself to concentrate, using the same skills she used in battle.

“I forgive you, Fearghus. I forgive you.”

Suddenly he lifted her off his c**k and threw her back on the bed. He pushed her ankles up around her ears, slamming his c**k into her. She gripped the headboard with both hands and growled Fearghus’s name. Already so close, it didn’t take much more to push her right over the edge and the growl became a scream as she exploded around him. Wood splintered in her hands, the headboard an unlikely casualty of their mating.

His climax followed close behind, a savage groan torn from him as her muscles gripped him, attempting to wring every last drop from his body.

They stayed locked together. Neither moving nor speaking. Eventually he pulled out of her, gently lowering her legs. He stretched out beside her on the bed so she could nuzzle against him.

Annwyl smiled as he kissed her forehead.

“Now what, dragon?”

He ran his hand across her cheek. How close he’d come to losing her. The only thing he ever wanted. “I think we have a war to win.”

Annwyl shook her head. “No. I don’t . . . I didn’t . . .”

He kissed her mouth and she stopped babbling. “I know. I want to. Actually, I’ve been ordered to.” He grinned. “Besides I really want to see you go up against that brother of yours.”