Enchantress by Georgia Fox Page A

think it merely a
state of lust. But she too was feeling strange. Perhaps the drug
they put in her wine still had not worn off yet.
    Our crest ...you are now
our property, Jesamyn. It means we will always protect you, and no
one can steal you away from us.
    He thought she belonged there now with
him, his brothers and the other wives.
    Just as she reached the passage to the
great hall, a cloaked figure appeared before her and she stopped.
It was Sister Marie-Angeline.
    "You look for your bells, my
dear?"
    "Yes." How did the old lady know that ? "I
was promised they would not be lost."
    The nun lifted an arm and showed the
missing cuffs and anklets hanging from her fingers. "And I kept
them safe for you." She handed them to Jesamyn. "As I keep my son
safe."
    "Thank you." She snatched the bells
and hurried into the hall. The old lady did not follow her, and
Jesamyn did not look back.
    "I thought you had run away," Nino
said when he saw her return.
    "I decided against it," she replied
snippily. "For now."
    He laughed, grabbed her hand and
squeezed it. "I am growing accustomed to the sight of you in
clothes," he said. "That gown suits you."
    "Jeanne made it." She sniffed. "It is
too grand for me."
    "Nothing is too grand for my wife." He
lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. Once he was
distracted again and talking to the brother on his right, Jesamyn
examined her bells and found that each was intact, the poisonous
seeds still inside. But the nun knew what she meant to do. Why had
she passed them back to her without comment? Without trying to stop
her?
    After a moment Nino's attention
returned to her. "Is something amiss, Jesamyn?"
    "What could possibly be
amiss?"
    His eyes narrowed. "Oh, I thought
perhaps you were feeling... thwarted."
    She snapped her head around to face
him. "Thwarted? Why do you say that?"
    "Well, you were so determined to hate
me. Now you cannot." He winked.
    "I shall do as I please."
    "But now you're my wife and you cannot
hate me."
    "On the contrary. Now I am more
entitled to hate you than ever." She glowered at him.
    He reached over and cupped her right
breast, sweeping his thumb across the little peak that rose
instantly against the soft, thin material. "Yes, I see how you hate
me."
    "My body acts that way. Not my
mind."
    He squeezed her breast and licked his
lips. "Pull down your gown and feed me your luscious
fruit."
    After a moment, she slipped the
shoulder down to reveal her perfumed breast. She held it in her
palm, pink nipple jutting out. He bowed his head and took it in his
mouth. Jesamyn saw that everyone was watching as he sucked her
gently. And he slid a hand between her thighs, rubbing her pussy
through her gown until he had made a good-sized wet spot. She
squeezed down on her climax, knowing her face was flushed, her
breath coming in short tell-tale gasps. Nino slipped her other
shoulder down until she was bared to the waist and he bade her sit
that way for the remainder of supper, his hands and mouth toying
openly with her naked breasts for all to see.
    Tonight they drank plenty of wine,
passing the jug around and toasting their new bride. On the table
before her there rested the bells with their deadly ingredients
held within. Her heart quaked.
    The other wives sat among the
husbands, teasing and laughing playfully. She saw Aelfa's autumnal
hair gleaming in the candlelight and remembered that she had
promised to help the woman with a fertility potion. With her magic
she could truly be of assistance. Aelfa, she knew with one glance,
had given all her trust, all her soul, to Sebastien d'Anzeray —the
man she said had "rescued" her from her miserable first marriage.
The woman laughed a great deal and loudly, but she hid her true
feelings, afraid to show them to the man she adored.
    Jesamyn's mind sought further through
the merry scene. There was Princesa, who denied her jealousy of the
other woman, but who still suffered a kernel of discontent. She was
the first wife, and she had