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atop his stallion, and had all others cower before him. He was a leader, and all he had to do was step into a room for that to be known. And now he was her husband, and the one that would take that innocence from her tonight as he had so easily mentioned just moments before.
    “Ye donna need tae apologize, lass, and ye donna need tae call me Lord o’ anything. Ye are my wife now.” He held her stare for several more seconds. “And that innocence will soon be mine, lass, especially once I have ye in my bed.”
    Gods, the way he said those things had her uncomfortably wet between her thighs, and with no undergarments to shield that sensation, she shifted on the chair. Her nipples grew hard and achy, and her thoughts went to very naughty things that she had never dreamed of envisioning. She feared that once she had a taste of Bronson, she would never be able to get enough. If she felt this way with a few soft touches and filthy words, would she even be able to come out of this unscathed once he was between her thighs? Did she really want to?
    Women with dresses on that barely covered their breasts walked in with platters of more food. Genevieve looked away, not sure why showing off these women and their flesh was so important to these warriors.
    “Because a woman’s body is a work of the gods, lass.”
    She looked at Bronson, so humiliated because she had clearly said that out loud. “I…” She looked away, not sure how to finish that, because he said it not like a man with sex on the mind, but one that truly appreciated natural beauty when he saw it.
    “But ye are the only woman that I will ever sate my lusts with, lovely. Ye are the only one that will ever kno’ my touch, my kiss,” he leaned in so close that only she heard him now, “and my cock.”
    Her throat closed in at his words. But before she could respond more platters of game, poultry, and even whole pigs were set in the center of the tables. The warriors dug in like they were insatiable in their hunger.
    “Donna look away, lass,” Bronson said, still having his mouth by her ear. He then grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned her head gently so she was forced to watch one of the warriors that cupped a wench’s breasts.
    A gasp left her at the sight, and she tried to look away. “It is inappropriate.” She said the words on a whisper, but couldn’t look away.
    “This is life, sexuality, lass. Do ye want tae look away because ye are disgusted and uncomfortable, or because it arouses ye tae see the woman getting pleasured by a warrior?” Bronson asked in a low, deep voice that sent shivers right up her spine.
    She didn’t want to answer, didn’t want to admit that she liked the way watching such an act made her feel.
    “Answer me, lass.” He used his strength to gently turn her head so she was looking at him now. His eyes were so very blue, but the longer held her gaze the more his pupils dilated and ate up the vibrant color.
    “It arouses me,” she said low, breathy, and couldn’t hide the fact she was turned on.
    He made a low, animal-like sound, and she parted her lips involuntarily. He slid his gaze down to her mouth, and he leaned in another inch. “I’m going tae devour ye, lass,” he said on a growl. “I canna wait ‘til I have ye under me, surrendering that sweet body, and letting yer warrior husband claim ye.” He was breathing harder, and like before, everything faded away. “I want ye verra much, Genevieve, so much that I ache inside.”
    And she wanted him, too, right then. The dinner was forgotten, and although she should feel embarrassed that her father was beside her, watching the same things she watched, all Genevieve could focus on was her husband, and the low things he whispered that only she could hear.
    Bronson stood, took her hand, and led her out of the dining hall without saying a thing to anyone. No one stopped them. Then again, who in their right mind would stop a man like Bronson