Page 65 of The Stallion & The Tigress
He huffed and tucked the covers tighteraround his shoulders.Better to start getting used to keeping hisdistance again.By tomorrow night they would likely be with herfather’s guard and their time together would be over, unless shewas already pregnant.Then Aleksi would have himself one trapped,angry wife.The last thing he wanted was to be saddled with a cagedtigress who did not want his cub.
No.
Better they stop their reckless foolishnessnow.
Sahar stirred under the covers and closed thedistance between them.Her soft, round breasts pressed into hisback and her pelvis cupped his backside.She tucked the long, lean,length of her legs under his and wrapped her arm around him, herhand resting on his belly, her fingers playing in his fur, slowlyworking their way lower, lower, until…
“Yes.”
The word tore its way out of his throat andreverberated down to his cock as she rubbed the flat of her fingersdown the length of him, from root to tip to root, and then cuppedhis stones and rolled them along her palm, her touch firm yetgentle.She ran her fingertips up and down his erection, sendingripples of pleasure out to every point of his body from his toes tohis knees, to his nipples to his ears, and what was left of hismind between them.She circled the tender head of his cock with thepad of her thumb, spreading the small drop of fluid that hadescaped, and he rolled over and flipped her onto her back, kneelingover her and pinning her arms above her head.
“What do you want?Tell me.”
“I want you tofuckme.”
He laughed, short and harsh.“It’ll by mypleasure.”Before she could respond, he covered her mouth with hisbruising kiss.
He held her hands to the ground as he kissedand nipped his way from her mouth to her neck to her breasts,licking and sucking each nipple until she was squirming beneathhim.He lowered her hands to her sides, but did not let go his holdof her wrists as he tasted his way down her belly, nuzzling hisnose in her thick, curly thatch.He touched the tip of his tongueto her hardened bud, and her sigh turned into a low moan.Aleksiswirled his tongue around her fleshy lips, and then he licked herand suckled her, and drank in the sweet, hot wetness of her as shebucked her hips and clenched her hands.He kept his tight grip onher wrists and his tongue’s assault on her flesh until she waswrithing at the edge.Then he pulled back.
“What do you want, my tigress?”
“I want you, inside me.”
He let go of her wrists, cupped her buttocks,and lifted her hips high.With one thrust he buried his cock stonesdeep into her, groaning at the hot, welcoming grip.Then he pulledback and thrust deep again and again, and again, pounding into herwith the growing storm inside and outside their little lean-to,taking her as she took all of him, laying his claim to her here inthis wilderness, a claim that would count for nothing back in thecivilized world.
Right here, right now, she was his, the stormbetween them building in strength and intensity, carrying them bothto the precipice.He gave one last, deep, pulsating thrust, sendingher careening over the edge, and when he was sure she had landedback on soft earth, he pulled out and spilled his seed on the damp,barren ground.
Sahar glanced up at the noon sun, a dimyellow orb in the misty gray sky, and shifted on her saddle, tryingto find a comfortable position.Between the last ten days of hardriding, the beatings she had taken, and the sex play she and Aleksihad been engaging in, there didn’t seem to be a spot on herbackside that wasn’t sore or tender.Though she could’ve donewithout the kidnapping and the beatings, she’d learned much inthese past days and nights.
She’d learned she truly was as good as anyman on a horse, and she was tough, physically and mentally.Afighter and a survivor.She’d learned to trust a man other than herfather with her life, and had saved Aleski’s, as he had savedhers.
She’d learned that there were as manydifferent ways to have sex with that same man as there werefeelings between them.There was new, exciting,figuring-each-other-out sex, and there was comfortable,I-know-what-you-like sex.There was hurried, raw, purely physicalsex, and slow, reverent, body-worshipping, soul-searching sex.There was talking dirty sex and murmuring sweet nothings sex.Therewas the sex they had had last night: hard, rough, angry sex.Fucking.And the sex they had had shortly after, soft, gentle,make-up sex.Then there was the sex they had this morning, the sexthat brought stinging tears to her eyes thinking about it.Unhurried, tender, and soulful, full of soft murmurings andbittersweet goodbyes.
It’d likely been the last sex they would everhave with each other, unless she was pregnant and they were forcedto marry, in which case she foresaw a lot more angry sex.
Not that a lifetime of sex with Aleksi, angryor otherwise, would be a bad thing.Sahar wasn’t so naïve as tothink that good sex between a husband and wife was a given.Shewasn’t ignorant of the fact that sex with him had beenexceptionally good.She’d grown up listening to the women in thepalace talk about their husbands and lovers.She knew it was notevery man, or woman, who was as considerate of their partner’sneeds as he was.He’d always made sure she was as satisfied as he.He was neither a stripling lad nor a gnarled old greybeard, but abig, strong, virile man, who knew and enjoyed her body as well ashis own.He had helped her discover the power of her body and herpassion, and she had reveled in that power, had felt his equal,even though he had been the more experienced partner.
In truth, sharing a marriage bed with himwould be no hardship, and the thought that any other woman couldhave that privilege was like a sharp, penetrating wound to Sahar’schest.She tried to imagine the man she would eventually fall inlove with and marry, but her gaze only returned to the man ridingbeside her.To his straight spine, the solid line of his jaw, andthe warmth of his earth-brown eyes, eyes that would light up withteasing laughter and darken with passion.
If she wasn’t pregnant and they didn’t marry,if he left her and returned to his homeland, she’d miss his teasingand his cocky grin, his solid steadfastness and his will ofgranite.She would even miss his strutting about, and she’ddefinitely miss his strutting about naked.
She would miss him.
It seemed her only choices were to marry himor miss him.If she married him and bore his child, where wouldthey live?She was a princess with rank, wealth, and a family wholoved her as she loved them, and who would surely accept Aleksiinto their fold.He and her father had apparently already formed afriendship of sorts, and her mother would understand his positionas a person of lower rank and no wealth marrying into royaltybetter than anyone.Sahar didn’t think her parents would hold herand Aleksi’s premarital sex against him.It had been no secret thather mother and father had been lovers before they wed.
No, she did not think her family would be aproblem.Aleksi, on the other hand, might.
She couldn’t see his pride allowing him to beconsort to a princess in her father’s court any more than her ownwould revel in being the wife of a horse trader.
Which left them where?
“There they are,” he said.
“Who?”
“Your search party.”Aleksi pointed to thefar side of the open meadow.“They’re here.”
Sahar sent Lasair flying across the meadowtoward her father, whose black stallion broke away from the groupof riders.They met in the middle of the open meadow, where sheflung herself onto her father’s lap and hugged him with every fiberof her being.She was still hugging him when Aleksi rode up onZolotoy leading the two geldings who’d belonged to Yago andTaweel.
