Chapter 16 #3
against hers, slipping the tip of his tongue between her lips as he
cupped her breasts in his palms, his thumbs rubbing tantalizing
circles around her nipples as she groaned his name and nipped his
lower lip.
He deepened his kisses, filling her mouth
with his slick, probing tongue as his big, strong hands roamed the
length of her back, holding her to him. She could feel the length
of him rising against the softness of her belly.
She moaned and pressed her pelvis into his
hard heat, rubbing and rolling her aching flesh over him, desperate
for the feel of his skin against hers. They both wore leather
riding breeches, and she fumbled for his stays and untied them
without breaking their kiss. She yanked down on his breeches,
freeing his cock, and rubbed her hand up and down the length of his
hot, pulsing flesh.
Aleksi groaned into her mouth. “My man-eating
tigress.”
She smiled into his kiss and nipped his chin.
He flipped her onto her back and was untying her stays and pulling
her breeches to her knees. He bent over her and placed a kiss on
one knee, and then the other, slowly making his way up her inner
thighs, kiss by kiss, nip by nip, until his mouth hovered over the
center of her desire and her flesh wept for want of him.
With a sure, cocky grin, he gently blew on
her mass of curls, his warm breath teasing her, and she tried to
open her legs, but her breeches stopped her at her knees. She
squirmed and shimmied and pushed them down with her hands until
they were down to her ankles, and then he took her by the wrists
and pinned her arms over her head, leaving her exposed to his lusty
gaze.
She thrilled at the raw hunger in his eyes,
and raised her head to meet his mouth, her kiss as fierce and
demanding as his. She raised her hips, tapping the tip of his thick
erection with her flesh.
“I want you,” she growled. “All of you,
inside me now.”
But instead of burying his cock deep inside
of her, he buried his forehead into her shoulder.
“If I plant a baby inside of you now,” he
said, “your father will cut my cock off.”
“But…”
“There are no buts,” he said, lifting his
head and meeting her frustrated gaze. “Unless you want to become
the wife of an uncouth, lowly roundhouse-dwelling bastard, we can
do everything but.”
He was right, she knew he was. He may not
want to marry her, but now, in this moment, he wanted her as much
as she wanted him.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and
pulled his head down and kissed him, kissed him so that he would
want her for the rest of his days. They rolled onto their sides,
and she kissed her way down his corded neck, kissed his small,
erect nipples, the patch of hair on his broad chest. She turned and
kissed her way down the rippled muscles of his belly, down the line
of hair leading to his groin, and then she licked and kissed the
pulsing length of his cock and wrapped her lips around the tip, her
moans reverberating in her mouth as he drew tantalizing circles
around her nub with his tongue.
They kissed and licked, nipped and suckled
each other until they were both writhing and moaning with mounting
pleasure. She peaked first, breaking with a melting heat, and then
her mouth filled with Aleksi’s warm, yeasty seed. She turned her
head and spit it out into the river below, where it was washed away
into oblivion. Then she stood, pulled up her breeches, tied her
stays, and jumped off the rock and onto Lasair’s back.
Once they were out of the woods and in the
open meadow, she gave Lasair her head and let the mare run away
from Aleksi and all of the things that Sahar had said and done and
felt with him. She heard the pounding of hooves and glanced back to
see Z bearing down on Lasair, who for some reason had slowed and
pranced and nickered as Z came up alongside her.
“Sahar, wait,” Aleksi said. “Sahar,” he
called louder, more insistent as she ignored him. He reached over
and grabbed Lasair’s reins and slowed both horses to a stop.
Sahar bared her teeth. “What?” she
snarled.
“Do you want me to put a baby in you?” he
asked. “If you do, I can accommodate you right here, right
now.”
“You are an insufferable—”
“Arrogant ass, I know, but this arrogant ass
can’t figure out if you are angrier with me for chancing getting
you pregnant before or for refusing to chance it now.”
She couldn’t admit to being equally confused.
“I don’t wish for you, or any other man, to put a baby in me,” she
said. “I’m not a broodmare in need of a stud, or some poor maid in
want of a husband.”
“No. You’re a proud, stubborn woman,
determined to prove to the world that you’re as callous and capable
as any man in anything you choose to do, even in choosing and
casting aside your lovers.”
“What do you care?” she seethed. “What is it
to you if you are the first or the fiftieth man I take to my bed or
if I remain childless or have ten children? Since none of those
children will be yours, you are free to go charm some easy-tempered
serving maid to marry you and bear your brats. As you said
yourself, in the end we are nothing to each other. I suggest you
take advantage of your narrow escape from marriage to this spoiled
princess and start scattering your seed where it will take
purchase.”
Aleksi ran a hand back through his hair.
“You’re angry you aren’t pregnant.”
“How foolish would that be?”
“Marry me.”
“What?”
“Marry me. Be by wife. Bear my children. I’ll
make us a good life.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why should I marry you?”
“Because we’re good together. We watched each
other’s backs, kept each other alive when others would have given
up. Because we fight as well for each other as with each other.
Because we are both hardheaded and strong-willed enough to complete
any task we put ourselves to, and because we desire each other and
are cursed amazing in bed together.”
“You think those reason enough?”
“They are better reasons than most marry
for.”
“They are not reason enough for me.”
“What would be? Wealth? Rank? A big, shiny
crown?”
Sahar ripped Lasair’s rein from his hand.
“You truly are an ass,” she spat before sending Lasair flying.