Page 9 of The Blacksmith in My Tavern: Tales of Bleakness

It’s no use. I need to come. I need to come on the fingers that were wrapped around his cock.

I’ve never done anything like this before, touched a man and then touched myself. It feels a little wild and depraved. It is definitely naughty.

I ruck up my skirts, shove my hand into my panties, and find myself soaking wet.

I groan, pop my head back against the door, and close my eyes. I thrust two fingers in and out. I’m so wet it’s soon trickling over my knuckles. In my mind, I’m back in the alley where Heath sinks to his knees.

“What a filthy lass,”he says as he sees just how wet I am for him. “I just need a little taste.”

The dream version of my blacksmith pushes my busy fingers aside and closes his lips around my clit.

I brush my fingertips over it and go off like a firecracker.

“Yes, Heath!”

My climax is still ripping through me when I plunge my fingers back inside myself and imagine it is his big, thick cock.

I have never given myself fully to a beta male who could get at me with a child—only an alpha whom I loved more as a friend. Everyone knows an alpha cannot get a lass pregnant unless he knots her, and he never did.

Always, I have been waiting for my Heath.

As my breathing evens out and I return to myself, I pray my waiting will not be in vain.

Chapter Four

Betsy

It is late on a Monday afternoon, and I have dragged Ada out to the market. It’s fair to say we both have issues leaving the tavern, albeit for different reasons. I was snatched from the streets not far from here, taking a shortcut home. As for Ada, her worthless father selling her to the slavers for coin is but one of a long list of abuses.

She is my best friend now. I feel like the Goddess herself placed her in my path so I might save her from that terrible fate. I want her to be happy and to experience everyday things—like a trip to a market where she has a few coins from her work in the tavern to spend on something she likes. Her beaming face as she purchases two soft blankets for her bed, is reward enough.

Her father is gone, courtesy of Heath and Callum. Packed off to the mines—as good as a death sentence. I hope he suffers, and after, when he finds his way to the Goddess, she shall surely punish him anew for all his wickedness toward his daughter.

Ada’s happiness aside, I have an important matter I have been looking to broach. I know she is sweet on Heath’s son, Callum, and I have a mind to help matters along.

Also, Heath has been avoiding me ever since that night, so this helps me too.

“You know he’s fighting tonight, don’t you?” I say, looping my arm through hers as we stroll back toward the tavern.

She side-eyes me. “Fighting? Who is fighting?”

“Callum,” I confirm, watching her to gauge her response.

“What sort of fight?” she asks, her expression sinking. “Why would he fight? Is it something to do with my pa?”

“Oh, no, lass. You know your father is long gone,” I say quickly lest I worry her unduly. “He will probably be at the mines by now, and there is no escape from there.”

Her face softens some. “But why is he fighting, then?”

A grin spreads across my face. “I used to sneak in, but my pa found out and put a stop to that. He knows me well, though, and at the risk of me sneaking off again, he now accompanies me.”

She shakes her head. The poor lass really has led a sheltered life if she does not know about the fights. “An underground competition,” I say, “It’s held in a warehouse at the docks. You could come with me if you want to. Monday is always quiet at the tavern, especially when the competition is on. It’s the only reason my pa would leave the tavern in someone else’s care. Say you will come, Ada. Also, Callum’s pa is going to be there.”

My jaw sets when I think about Heath. The man is cursed to be stubborn, but no matter, I am determined.

“Does he fight, too?” she asks.

“No,” I say. “Not anymore. But he used to when he was younger. That was the first time I snuck into the fight. I was only eighteen then—I can’t believe that was five years ago. Goddess weep, Heath could handle himself. Those big capable hands and those thick slabs of muscle… He is older now, but that only makes him more attractive. I would worship him how he deserves if only he would show a lick of sense. He has not been with a woman since his wife died, and that was seven years ago.He has brought up a fine son and deserves a little happiness, don’t you think?”

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