Free Lords of Retribution (Lords of Avalon series) by K. R. Richards Page B

Their hands skimmed each other’s bodies igniting more fires, while their kiss deepened and the flames burned higher.
    Trevan’s hands moved to the curves of her bottom. He pulled her tightly to him and thrust his hips toward her, grinding his hardening cock against her. The friction felt wonderful. He did it again.
    Wenna’s hand slid down Trevan’s chest over the waist of his trousers and lower still . Her fingers curved over the outline of his hard length. She massaged him through the fabric of his trousers. Her other hand moved to unfasten his trousers. Caution had been thrown to the wind. She knew only that she wanted Trevan, she wanted this. It had been far too long. She wanted him inside her, thrusting deeply and bringing her to sweet release.
    “Sweet Jesu, Wen Pen ! I’ll come before we ever get there if you keep touching me like that!” Trevan breathed against her ear as his hand began to inch up her skirts on one side.
    His task of raising her skirts accomplished, his large hand moved to massage his lady who was already slick and wet with her need.
    Wenna’s hand had just entered his opened trousers and closed about his hard rigid erection when a loud boom echoed throughout the castle.
    The sound echoed inside the small alcove.
    P ieces of stone sprayed down upon them from the top of the arch above them.
    Trevan dropped his l ady’s skirts. Taking her by the shoulders, he moved them around so she was in the corner of the alcove, and his body was covering hers. Quickly he fastened his trousers then whirled around. Jesu ! His pistol was in his coat, which he left on the damned rug where the remnants of their luncheon remained.
    He saw no one. He looked to the left and above them where the bullet had hit. He surmised the shooter must be somewhere close to the entrance of the castle ruins.
    “ Are you well, Wenna?”
    “Yes, I am, Trevan. Did someone just shoot at us?”
    “Yes . I want you to crouch down as low as you can behind me.”
    “Very well.” Wenna did as he asked .
    Trevan bent over and picked up a palm-sized stone. He threw it out into the center yard of the ruins. It landed with a thud upon the ground. Seconds later a shot rang out and grass and dirt flew up about a foot from the rock.
    “Well he’s got a fairly good aim. We can’t try anything foolish. Just stay still.”
    “Shouldn’t you get down too, Trevan?” Wenna ask ed, with a hint of worry in her voice.
    “Perhaps, but if I do we won’t be able to see him coming toward us if he should decide to come across the yard from the entrance.”
    Again, Trevan closely surveyed the opposite wall and entrance. This time he saw one shadow in the long entranceway move across the opening while another man stood further back near the bridge that spanned the moat. “Damn Wenna, there’s two of them. You don’t happen to have a weapon on you, do you?”
    “No, why would I?”
    “Wishful thinking, I suppose.” Trevan did not close his eyes, yet he allowed his mind to become quiet and still. He called out for Gabriel as he slid through the veil and moved beyond the mist.
    He heard Gabriel’s voice, “ Hold on cousin, I’m almost there! ”
    Trevan responded, “ I’m at Restormel with Wenna! ”
    “ I know. I’m not far from you. ”
    “Wenna, I believe Gabriel is on his way here, he’s not far from here.”
    “How do you – oh ! You did your Chynoweth communication thing with him.”
    “I did . Your sister does it too, you know.”
    “I know and people in the village say she’s away with the Piskies .”
    “Zenny is not away with the piskies and you well know it,” Trevan gently scolded his lady.
    “I know . But that is what they say.”
    “They never say Gabriel and I are away with the Piskies , Wenna.”
    “Of course they don’t, you are both two large, strong, hulking men who could rip them apart with your bare hands.”
    Trevan grinned while he still watched the castle entrance, “And we’re both bleddy ansum ,