Savage Want (Wicked Wants, #3) by Annice Sands Read Free Book Online Page B

was a place Torsten would find there that would...there it was. Oh. I moaned out loud, but caught myself with wide eyes. I’d touched myself in the past, but this was different. Torsten had made me aware of a magic spot there in the middle of the folds. A sensitive place that was stiff, like the stamen of a flower. My flower. I clamped my teeth over my bottom lip and raised my hips slightly. My fingers found the tunnel Torsten had bore into me.
    The water sloshed in the tub a bit, as I rubbed the magic spot on me. My other hand went to my breast, to pique and tug on the nipple. My insides ignited like flashes in the dark, faster and faster. My nipples ached, longing to be licked, suckled and bitten by Torsten’s teeth.
    The more I inserted my finger inside my cunt, the more I needed to. One finger became two. It was if I would shove my hand inside there if I could, but three fingers bore a pale similarity to Torsten’s thickness, though I could not fill myself the way he had. I frowned in frustration as I kneaded my other breast, liking the heaviness of it, a firmness with a pebble nipple placed in the center. Just where a man like Torsten could dip his head down while fucking me, yes, fucking, I loved that word. I would never use such a derogatory term in good company, but my body demanded I find something to put inside me and I had nothing to satisfy those desires. No reassuring weight above me. No dark beard, delightfully scratching my skin. No low growl.
    I slowed my movements, but my pulse thundered rapidly in my ears. My breath caught up shortly after and I rose to prop my head against the visible peaks of my knees and with my arms wrapped around my legs like a disparate child, I wept.

Chapter Six
    C ecil waited to greet me in the parlor, once I had been dressed and fussed over, and held out his hand to take mine. His gaunt face transformed with a smile. I mentally criticized his leanness, lack of muscular structure like...no, I needed to push Torsten out of mind. Cecil was to be my husband still, I hoped. I couldn’t worry over the fate of a Northman.
    Men stood and conversed among themselves in the adjoining room. One was Cecil’s father. Another was mine. I temporarily forgot my manners and rushed to his side. His kind eyes fell on me with a spark of irritation smothered deep within the green. Green eyes that I’d inherited, instead of my long-lost mother’s black eyes. “What is it, child?” he asked, and placed an arm around my shoulders.
    We embraced briefly.
    “I have missed you so,” I said in a small voice that I hated by then.
    That voice was the sound of a weak little girl. I was not a little girl anymore. But I felt like one again.
    I would be privileged to have the Duke’s son accept my hand in marriage. I would bear his children and live in absolute comfort as long as his gold held out. But would I be happy? I wasn’t so sure that sort of silly emotion would matter. I was to act in the best interests of my family’s name, and in Cecil’s. The man was fascinated by me, I had no doubts. Even then, he was gazing through the doorway at me, standing there with the older men as if I belonged there, in a sort of heated gaze.
    “Elena.” He called me to his side.
    I ignored the fact that he may as well have called his favorite sighthound to come to heel.
    My father and Duke Penbroke carried on their important man-talks, my father patting my shoulder as if to encourage me to go to my betrothed.
    I slid from under my father’s arm to return to Cecil’s side. Father was busy. Cecil took my hand and placed it on his arm. The soft sateen of his coat slipped richly under my fingers.
    “I thought we might walk through the gardens,” he said, “so that you might tell me of your time among the savages.”
    My heart plummeted in my chest. What could I say that wouldn’t lead to Torsten’s immediate execution?
    I nodded. “Of course. Though I was not harmed by them.”
    We proceeded through the house