Page 74 of Bloodmoon Ritual

“So many days, Temperance, I thought only of you as we did morning prayers. So many times I was tortured by not knowing where you were or what you were doing.”

I could feel him waiting, wanting, his lips on my throat, my cheek.

Wanting me to turn toward him.

Wanting me to say I loved him, vow I’d love him forever.

I couldn’t say it, the words sticking in my throat, but he was going to get my release, as I felt my thighs tremble and my body convulse around his in rolling liquid pleasure.

Rhyder guided my lips to his and plundered me, his tongue on mine, his hand on my lower back, dragging out my orgasm as he came inside me, feeling each twitch of his cock all over my body.

Then he scooped me up as my eyelids fluttered shut, my body feeling limp and boneless, and he carried me to the house we had shared and laid me down on his bed.

Chapter 15

It was almost highnoon outside when I finally woke up.

In my exhaustion, I had slept for almost 14 hours.

The other side of the bed felt warm, but Rhyder wasn’t there.

I rolled out of bed, feeling stiff and achy and sore all over, a thick, sticky trail of my brother’s cum running down my leg.

My hand landed on something cool and crinkly, and I looked down to see a little gathered pile of winter cranberries on a piece of paper.

Another of Rhyder’s offerings

I wanted to throw them out the window after he had insisted I was his wife last night, but my stomach was growling, so I popped one in my mouth instead. Sweet, tart, Rhyder must have climbed up to the peaks to get them.

The house we had shared was a small but sturdy wooden structure with only three rooms. There was a living room with a couch, Rhyder’s work bench, and my work bench. Mine had been used for sewing and mending clothes, making blankets, and I ran my finger down the warm cream-colored wood.

Not a speck of dust on it. Rhyder had kept it cleaned and ready for me.

There was a bedroom, small bathroom with a shower, and a kitchen with a two-person table.

My fingers ran down the faded Yule paper stars in the window. It had been ten days after Yule when I was taken. My brother had kept them up, preserved and waiting for my return.

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