“Touch me. You know where.”
“Finish this!”
“More, more.”
“Harder!”
“Faster!”
“Oh, Alaric!”
Then a roar and a scream rent the air, both indicating their pleasure.
Dyna appeared in front of her, a wide grin on her face.
Tamsin blushed, and she was glad she was unable to see herself or she’d be more mortified. Caught eavesdropping on a lovemaking session was something she thought would never happen.
Never.
But the oddest part of it was that it was truly a lovemaking session. Eli had expressed her pleasure in such a guttural, soul-ripping way that Tamsin couldn’t help but wonder how it had felt. It sounded as though Eli had enjoyed it.
Could the act be pleasurable for a woman too?
“I’ll apologize for Eli and Alaric.” Dyna sat down and shook her head. “They are one of those couples who enjoy their lovemaking so much that they do it often. More often than most of us, and they have no shame. They do not care who hears them, and they perform as often outside as they do inside. I have to make up stories for my bairns as to what they are doing. Once I blamed it on tree-climbing. Another time I said Eli got stuck on the well pump. I was quite fond of that one.”
Alaric and Eli came across the courtyard toward the well, Eli squealing because Alaric had carried her over his shoulder, and she giggled ecstatically, her hands grabbing his bottom under his plaid and squeezing. “I’ll wash you up, sweeting.” But then Alaric caught sight of the two of them and spun on his heels to take her to the stables instead. Eli never noticed them.
Tamsin couldn’t take her eyes from the couple. She whispered, “They truly love each other, don’t they?”
Dyna sighed. “They do. How old are you?”
“Eight and ten.”
“So, you’ve never been in love, have you?”
Tamsin shook her head. “My sire chose my husband. I never met him until our wedding day. I didn’t know—”
“That coupling could be enjoyable for both? It should be, if the man has any consideration in him.”
“It is not painful for you?” All Tamsin could think of was how Raghnall forced her legs apart and ripped into her like a bull.
“If done correctly, the woman has secretions to ease his way. There is a spot that can give the woman pleasure. And sometimes, I like it even if I don’t orgasm because we are so close. Like we fit so well that we were made for each other. Makes me realize how we belong together.”
“Orgasm?”
“When a woman or a man finds their pleasure, they call it an orgasm. Someday when you find the right man, you will understand. Desire can be powerful. A good husband will find your pleasure spot for you.”
“Raghnall does not care about me.”
“Or anyone else but himself, I would guess. You will not be married to him much longer.”
Tamsin stared at her new friend, wishing to ask how she could be so sure, but Dyna stood, ending the discussion. “Come, we have archery lessons to learn. I’ll tell you about the woman who taught me. Eli’s grandmother, Gwyneth Ramsay. She once shot a man between his bollocks, pinning him to the tree by his sac.”
Tamsin couldn’t hide her gasp. “What did he do?”
“He dared to touch her daughter and niece. Hid them from her, which is why she didn’t kill him outright. She needed information. He gave it to her once he was pinned to the tree.”
“Did he survive?”
