Page 10 of The Warrior
“No, but I can tell you this much. They’re the freaks with their tiny bodies and the men looking like peacocks with all their make-up. We should catch a few of them and have people point fingers and laugh. See how they would like it.”
Shaking my head, I sighed. “No one is going to point fingers at anyone. The Motlanders are nice people.”
“Sounds like you like them better than you like us, your family and kin.”
I rubbed my face and turned on my side, pushing the thoughts of my conversation with April out of my head. At least Laila Michelle had been more forgiving when I’d called her, and I couldn’t wait to see her and her twins.
Magni grunted in his sleep and kicked his duvet off. The man was always warm like he had a furnace inside of him. I had never taken the initiative in sex between us but seeing him sprawled naked next to me, I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. He was pure perfection with his ribbed muscles, and the tattoos I knew so well. His lips were parted a little, and his chest rose and fell with his deep breathing. When my finger trailed down over his chest he turned his head muttering something under his breath. My curiosity was heightened when he repeated it. “I love.”
I wanted to shake him awake and ask him to tell me to my face that he loved me, but the next words he spoke made me jerk back. Did he just say, “I love Mila”?
My heart was racing with the possibility that Magni had fallen in love with another woman.
“Mila,” he repeated.
In my mind I imagined that one of the women he’d carried yesterday had introduced herself as Mila, and now he was dreaming of her. Jealousy twisted a knife in my belly when a mild smile spread on his handsome face.
With a possessive need for Magni to wantme, I slid my hand down his chest and belly, following the trail of dark hair leading to one of my favorite parts of his body. Using my hand, I massaged him and it only took a few seconds for him to grow erect. He stirred in his sleep and stretched. If he could use sex to claim me, I could do the same to him. With burning jealousy, I straddled him and slid down over his erection.
Magni blinked his eyes open, yawning and rubbing his eyes with an expression of surprise and disbelief. “What are you doing?”
I raised an eyebrow, signaling that it was obvious what I was doing, and moved my hips to take him deeper.
“Ahh, nice. I see you have consented to my terms,” he said and placed both arms behind his head, as if he was going to enjoy the show.
“What terms?” I asked, supporting myself on his strong chest, while rotating my hips and enjoying him stretching my insides.
“That we don’t need to ask for permission.”
I stilled.
The smirk on his face made me want to punch him. He said, “I don’t recall you asking me for my permission to use my body. I assume that means you agree I don’t need your permission either.”
I hadn’t considered that when I impulsively straddled him, and he had a point.
“Hey, where are you going?” He caught me when I moved back. “You can’t start something like that and not finish it.”
“I shouldn’t have done it. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Look at me, Laura.” With a finger under my chin, Magni forced me to meet his eyes. “Do you know how hot it is to wake up and find my wife riding me?”
“No.”
“You have my permission to do it as often as you’d like.”
“Who is Mila?” It flew out of me, and I pulled free from his hands.
“Who told you about Mila?”
“Answer the question.”
“Answer my question first. Who told you about Mila?”
“You did!” My voice was accusatory. “You talked in your dream and all I heard was ‘I love Mila’.”
Magni frowned. “I said that?”
“Yes. So who is she?”
