Page 36 of Highlander the Conqueror

“Wolves are vicious creatures. Keep your distance from them and on that you will obey me,” Slayer ordered, the thought of her going anywhere near such ferocious beasts alarming. When she did not respond, he stopped walking, forcing her to do the same.

“Aye, husband,” she said, to avoid arguing with him. But she truly did not know that if she came across a wolf in need that she would not help him.

“We may as well enjoy the sun while it lasts,” Slayer said and walked to the large oak tree and helped her sit beneath it before joining her and placing the basket of berries on her lap for them both to enjoy.

“What about your nightmare from last night?” she asked.

His brow puckered. “Strange that your recurring dream was about a wolf since I was warned to pay heed to wolves in my dream. I have had similar dreams to the one I had last night, Warrand pleading for help, then telling me I was too late. Only last night he warned me to pay attention to the wolves.”

“What would wolves have to do with his death?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

He watched her tilt her head and her brow narrow as she gave it thought. He did not know how any man could look upon her and not see her beauty before even noticing she had two different colored eyes. The more he looked at them, the more her eyes enticed and intrigued, and the more they added to her beauty.

He reached out and gently rubbed the spot between her eyes. “Don’t over worry it.”

“Does he warn you of danger? Or is it attention to the wolves, a pack who protects their own that he tries to tell you about?”

“I never thought of it that way,” Slayer said, suddenly looking at her and his brother and father’s deaths differently.

“What way?”

“That someone may have no interest in claiming the clan for himself.” He shook his head slowly. “That his only true interest could be in seeing what is left of my family dead.”

Sky’s eyes went wide. “That could change the questions you ask yourself and those who may know something.”

Rory, the liar, came to mind, and he planned on questioning him again.

There was an even huger worry that came along with that possibility. “If that is a possibility, it is even more imperative that we keep our marriage a secret. You are already in harm’s way. I will not see it made worse for you.”

“You have no word on Leora yet?” she asked, her worry about her sisters continuing to haunt her.

“Nay, but I have no doubt it will not be long before we hear something,” he assured her.

They continued to talk and enjoy each other. Even when clouds drifted in overhead, they remained as they were, talking laughing, kissing. It took a few raindrops falling before they hurried into the cottage.

Slayer barely had the door latched behind them when he scooped his wife around the waist to lift her, leaving her feet unable to touch the ground but allowing him to easily kiss her. His lips moved to her ear to nibble along it and whisper, “I have a hungry desire for you, wife.”

“And I for you, husband,” she whispered back.

“Time to get naked again,” he said and nibbled along her neck.

A pink blush tinged her cheeks.

Her blush highlighted her beauty but also concerned him. “You are uncomfortable being naked in front of me? There is nothing I have not already seen.”

“I know. It is just that I never thought to be naked in front of you. I thought married couples just shifted their garments around and was done with it.”

“Where is the pleasure in that? Though it would do in a pinch.” A quick image of tossing her garment up and satisfying them quickly was quite appealing.

“You will be patient with me while I learn?”

“You do well already.”

Sky spoke softly and a bit reluctantly. “But I have yet to explore you as you do me.”

“Then we will get naked, and you can explore me all you want.”

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