Obern raised his head high, as if suddenly gaining new purpose. “You are right, Cree. I will be there to help the King and I must take my leave immediately so I may do just that.” He wrinkled his nose. “Minnoch was crude and vulgar. It is no wonder that he met such an appropriate death.”
“You are right, Obern, he met a most fitting death.”
Chapter Thirteen
That evening.
“Are you trying to kill me, wife,” Cree said, grabbing hold of her backside to slow her down. “You are riding me harder than a stallion does a mare.” He watched a tear trickle down her cheek and he let lose an oath, grabbed her around the waist and yanked her off him to roll on his side and place her flat on her back.
“What is wrong?” he asked tenderly wiping her tear away.
Dawn shook her head. Though she could not speak, there were times she actually did not wish to speak and this was one of those times.
“Nothing disturbs you?”
She shook her head again and fought the other tears that threatened to spill.
“You might as well let loose those tears you are struggling to hold back before they gush from your beautiful eyes like a rainstorm.”
His voice was tender and his words so loving that she could not contain her tears any longer, and she let them fall.
Cree hated to see her cry. He would do anything not to see her cry, but this time he understood that she needed to cry. And every one of her tears that fell pierced his heart like a mighty arrow.
He pressed his brow to hers and whispered, “I love you, Dawn, and there is nothing that can ever change that love. It is rooted deep in my heart and in my soul that I had thought I had long ago lost, though thanks to you, I found.”
She went to gesture, but he took hold of her hand.
“I am here safe with you... because of you.” He scowled, though a hint of a smile slipped through. “And though it pains me to admit it, it is one time I am glad you disobeyed me.”
Dawn’s eyes turned wide, her tears subsiding.
“That does not mean you are to disobey me again,” he said quickly.
Dawn smiled and gestured.
He shook his head. “No, not only when necessary. Now, from this moment on, you will be a dutiful wife and obey my every word.” He shook his head again or maybe he never stopped shaking it, he was not sure, though he was sure about one thing. “You will never be an obedient wife.”
Dawn gestured slowly.
“Did I hear you correctly? Are you asking me if I truly want you to be obedient?” Cree said and was about to argue with her when she pressed her finger to his lips, stopping him.
She smiled softly, pointed to him, then to her ear and mouth, then to herself.
“Of course I hear you, but what does that have to do with you being obedient?”
She gestured again.
“I let you be you?” He laughed. “There is no stopping you.”
She shook her head and gestured again.
“Are you telling me that I freed you to be you and that you never want to feel imprisoned again?
She nodded and continued her gestures.
To him, his wife had a distinct voice and he loved hearing it. It was in the way she gestured with her hands, the expression on her face, and the movement of her body, and he heard her every word.
I am safe with you. I can say what I feel to you and whether you grow angry or not I know you will never harm me and never stop loving me. Because of you, I faced my fears and conquered them. You freed me to make what I thought impossible... possible. I do so love you, husband.
Her words stirred his heart and he kissed her softly after whispering, “And I you, wife.”
Cree rolled to hover over her, his hands braced on either side of her head. “However, there will be times when it will be prudent of you to obey me.”
She scrunched her brow and shrugged.
He ordered with a commanding tone, “You will be a good, obedient wife and spread your legs for me.”
Dawn grinned and moved her legs as if she was about to obey him, then suddenly shoved him off her onto his back and climbed on top of him, slipping herself over him and taking him deep inside her before he could protest.
Cree gave a groan and grinned. “Ahh, wife, this time I have you right where I want you.”
The End... for now!
Look for more adventures of Cree & Dawn coming your way!
Besides, don’t you want to find out if the honey worked on Dawn’s wound?
An interesting side note... honey has been used since 50 A.D. to treat wounds. Of course the honey today is different from the honey way back when (ex. no pesticides).
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Titles by Donna Fletcher
Single Titles
San Francisco Surrender
Rebellious Bride
The Buccaneer
Tame My Wild Touch
Playing Cupid
Whispers on the Wind
Wyrrd Witch Series
The Wedding Spell
Magical Moments
Magical Memories
Remember the Magic
The Irish Devil
Irish Hope
Isle of Lies
Love Me Forever
Dark Warrior
Legendary Warrior
The Daring Twin
The Bewitching Twin
Taken By Storm
The Highlander’s Bride
Sinclare Brothers’ Series
Return of the Rogue
Under the Highlander’s Spell
The Angel & The Highlander
Highlander’s Forbidden Bride
Warrior King Series
Bound To A Warrior
Loved By A Warrior
A Warrior’s Promise
Wed To A Highland Warrior
Highlander Trilogy
Highlander Unchained
Forbidden Highlander
Highlander’s Captive
Highlander’s True Love A Cree & Dawn Short Story #1
Rancheros Trilogy
Untamed Fire
Renegade Love
Third book yet to be titled
Sexual Appetites of Unearthly Creatures Novella Series
Sexual Appetites of Vampires
Macinnes Sisters Trilogy
The Highlander’s Stolen Heart
Highlander’s Rebellious Love
Highlander The Dark Dragon
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