Sing The Death Song: Dutch Wilde & Bright Feather Western Adventure (Half Breed Haven Book 6)

by A. M. Van Dorn

  “I assure you he will be disciplined all right. I will be handing out a suitable punishment for him soon enough. However, the odds of success were minimal, we knew that,” Col. Caine said.

  “Still, sir …” Dutch said.

  "No, son. The Apaches were in lockstep with those Yavapai that have made it their mission to terrorize as much of Arizona as they possibly can. It was only after Black Hawk brazenly double-crossed the Chiricahua and Mescaleros to benefit his band of renegades that they broke ranks with him," The colonel reminded them.

  “And yet the warrior society still follows his beliefs,” Dutch pointed out.

  “We know that Black Hawk’s allies wanted that land to settle on, and it was worth fighting for. When they didn’t get it, thanks to Black Hawk claiming the entire captured territory for himself, they turned on him, but despite that betrayal, some of these warriors are fanatics to his cause to wage war on the white man. We all know Omegas got their name for their vow to fight to the end to cleanse Arizona,” Col. Caine advised.

  “Fighting is in these Injuns’ blood. Once they weren’t fighting alongside Black Hawk, rather than take on an enemy like him they couldn’t defeat, they turned and started their wars with the weaker Coyoteros and the Jicarillas. Now, after all the fighting, calmer heads amongst the tribes are trying to broker a peace. Now it is all falling apart at the last minute. If that weren’t enough, we have a spy in our midst,” Vellaneau told the colonel.

  Hearing this, the older man stood and leaned over the desk.

  “What are you talking about, son?” The colonel barked.

  “The squaw, Colonel Caine. One of the warriors named her as blood kin to Black Hawk, the architect of all this discord here and across the territory,” The lieutenant told his commander with a flourish.

  Col. Caine only sat back down, apparently having expected totally different news. “Bright Feather is a spy for Black Hawk?” He asked with raised brows.

  "Almost certainly, and Lieutenant Wilde here is either a complete dupe or totally complicit because he, of course, had to know she was related to Black Hawk. That savage and the Wildes have a history! Rumor has it his pappy, Judge Wilde, had something to do with setting Black Hawk off on the warpath in the first place. Over some squaw, maybe her mother," Vellaneau said vindictively.

  Dutch couldn’t help himself, he started laughing.

  “You find something funny here?” The lieutenant asked him.

  “Yes, I do! Two things. First, I have finally met someone who can out gossip my sister, Honor Elizabeth. Second, I tried to tell you back at the camp, I already told the colonel about their relationship,” Dutch said, still chuckling.

  Vellaneau fell silent, dumbfounded by the news.

  “You are dismissed, Lieutenant Wilde. I would like to have a word with Reginald here,” Col. Caine said.

  Dutch saluted his commanding officer mutely, still holding back a chuckle.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He left the office afterward while Lt. Vellaneau faced his commander, trying to make sense of what had just been said.

  “I know what you are thinking, son. I’ve made a terrible mistake. She can’t possibly be trusted, she will betray us. All this is going through your head is it not?” Col. Caine asked.

  "If I may speak freely, yes, sir, it is," Vellaneau answered.

  “This may sound strange, but I thank you for that. I don’t usually like to have my judgment questioned, but this is a serious matter. When Wilde first told me about Black Hawk being the brother of her dead father, it raised my hackles too. I was about to cancel the request to bring her into the ranks,” he admitted. Vellaneau shook his head in wonderment.

  “Yet you didn’t, Colonel,” he said.

  “You don’t get to be as old as I am without learning to trust your gut. My gut is telling me this woman, despite her connections, could be a godsend. We should give her a chance to earn our trust. So, I am giving her that chance. As for Wilde, I sense there is more going on there than friendship so he could be blinded, so to speak. That is where you come in,” the colonel said.

  “Sir?”

  “For now, I want you to keep a watch on her until I know we can fully trust her, and you best bury that hostility you have for her. It won’t make your job any easier if you are constantly at loggerheads with her and Wilde. Can I count on you?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir. Absolutely, sir.” Vellaneau said proudly.

  “Thank you, Lieutenant. That is all,” Col. Caine told him.

  The colonel thought the meeting was over, but then Vellaneau had suddenly hesitated before leaving, an idea in his mind.

  “Sir, if I may.” The colonel heard him whisper. “I would like to present another option that we might try to retrieve Stalking Wolf. A negotiation, a deal we might make with them. We can give them something I believe they want.”

  “I am listening, son.” Col. Caine said with interest.

  ***

  Dutch decided to show his lover around the fort. If she was going to be staying here, he reasoned, she needed to know what was what. The Fort was a large camp but there were quite a few interesting places he was certain she was going to like. After showing her the field where the troops practiced close-quarter hand-to-hand combatant wrestling every Wednesday, he walked with her further showing her a few stables that held the horses. Following that he guided her down a narrow path between various bunkers afterward, finally stopping her in front of an old storage room.

  The entire walls of the storage were made of strong woods. The floor had been cemented while the only entry and exit door was metal. The room itself was empty save for a bedroll in a corner and a small lantern that had been lit beside it. Through the small window to the left, they could see the darkened sky that they had just left outside immediately they stepped into the room.

  “What is this place, Dutch?” Bright Feather asked.

  "It is our old storage area before we built the new one along the west wall. We haven't used it for years. I told Col. Caine this would be the ideal place for you to quarter if you stay," he told her.

  “I see,” she said with a slight smile. He walked back to an exit door on the far wall and she joined him, looking down the hallway with the light of the lantern.

  “The main reason I picked it out was because of this corridor. It was locked when we stopped using it,” He shut the door and set down the lantern. Then taking his love in his arms, his eyes shone with admiration. “I alone have the key. It will allow me access to your quarters without being seen. I should maintain the image of an officer and a gentleman after all. It is hard to be professional when I am in love with the most beautiful woman in all of Arizona,” He told her and kissed her. She smiled and reached up to touch his cheek.

  "All those years I was traveling around I never felt lonely. Since I came back though and reunited with my brother it reacquainted me with you, Catalina, and your father. I know that without you I would feel the winds of loneliness wrap me completely in its embrace," she said poetically.

  “Having you return into our lives has been a blessing. You know my family loves you,” he said, hugging her. He loved having her in his arms.

  “I wait to get to know Cassandra, Honor, and Lijuan as well. We were all so much younger when last we knew each other,” she said.

  “My other sisters are wonderful people as well. They will be very happy to have you back in our lives. Especially when they learn how much you mean to me. I think you and Lijuan will become the best of friends. She and I have a special bond since I spent my whole youth protecting her from unfair prejudice. She is so small, you know, and was easily picked on for her Chinese heritage. I would put a stop to it whenever I was around. It made us close, she is going to be so happy for me to have found a love as deep and as true as yours is for me,” he told her with love in his tone.

  She smiled and then stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. He loved the feel of her breasts against his chest and rejoiced in the feeling of her l
ips on his. He stroked her back and also let his fingers trail down to her lovely rear end.

  "Oh, my darling, you feel so wonderful to me. Let me show you how." He said and led her to the corner. He unrolled the bedroll and they lowered themselves to their knees, their bodies already reacting to the apparent desire that was about to consume them.

  Dutch felt a jolt coursing through his spine as she kissed him again. Her lips tasted of love for him. Her hands ran up his back and then down to his uniform trousers and his belt. He chuckled softly, positioned himself behind her, and ran a hand through her luxurious hair. He bent his head to the soft skin of her throat and kissed her with little flicks of his tongue. She tasted wonderful to him. He also wondered how heavenly the taste of her pleasure hole would feel on his wandering tongue.

  Bright Feather moaned softly, especially when he reached down to squeeze her left breast which was already fully aroused underneath her dress. Her hands went up to his shirt, unbuttoning it in a hurry. At the same time, his pants fell to his knees, that being solely his doing. He slid a hand up her mini dress and she arched her back into his body, raising his own lusty desire for his amazing woman.

  As his shirt was completely open, he tugged the leather lacing that held her buckskin mini-dress, gradually getting both as naked as a newborn on the bed. He couldn’t help his desire to kiss her luscious orbs. She moaned as his hand finally closed around her bare breast, gently squeezing and caressing her in a way that made her gasp his name, longing for more of his touch. From her moan, Dutch felt a tingling feeling of wonder that got his cock to jolt rigidly, desiring to ram into her warm pleasure hole.

  There was a lot that he wanted to say to her but that would have to wait. Slowly, he let his hand close around her breast again, inching lower to trace kisses along the length of her throat. When she moaned passionately again, urging him on, he inched lower and let his tongue flick over the edges of her plump round breasts.

  Gently, he let go and let his lips do the rest of the tender adoration for her orb. His lips closed around her nipples, suckling slowly and getting her to sigh as if the touch of his lips on her bare chest meant everything to her. To please her more than she could ever imagine, he closed his teeth gently around a nipple and nibbled remorselessly. Her fingers flew up the length of his muscular arms, careful to avoid the bandage on his shoulder the fort’s doctor had placed over his wound from Yellow Knife’s arrow. Then her hands traveled to his hair and neck. Bright Feather clasped her fingers around the back of his neck and pulled him towards her, wanting him to never stop.

  “Oh Dutch.” He heard her whisper.

  He was just getting started. Dutch wished to have his fingers and lips everywhere. He wanted to taste the beauty of her skin. He wanted to ravish every pleasure spot on her body until her moans echoed through the walls of the room and her only plea was for him to bury himself deep inside her.

  True to his intent, he nibbled on her nipple one last time and inched lower, following the trail of dark hair from her abdomen to the middle of her thighs.

  He didn’t hold back a second when his lips finally found her honey-well. She was so warm down there. Her thighs trembled while her fingers held on to his hair, Bright Feather obviously preparing herself for the rippling delight he was about to give to her.

  He let his lips run over the length of her walls before he finally clasped them around her pleasure button. The little sensitive flesh became fully aroused in his mouth while Bright Feather moaned out loud. She let go of his hair and buried her fingernails into his biceps. While her entire body shuddered unevenly, responding to the soft caress between her legs, Dutch couldn’t help holding on to her thighs and finally digging his tongue deep into her.

  “Dutch!”

  That was it! He thought. Call my name, Bright Feather. Ask me to end this growing climax. Get me to bury myself inside you.

  She obviously wanted everything that he wanted, if not more. Bright Feather held on to his shoulders and began to mutter inaudible words. Words that he didn’t understand – perhaps in her native language too. Nonetheless, he tasted every inch of the walls down there with his tongue while his thumb gently probed her pussy, tripling every wave of pleasure that reeled through her entire body.

  “Stop.” He finally heard her whisper. “Just stop before…before…”

  The last word she spoke left her lips with a long sigh. He pushed his tongue deeper into her and withdrew suddenly, getting his index finger to replace it. Her juices dripped out of her instantly, splattering down her legs.

  She stared down at him instantly, closing her palms over both sides of his head. In her eyes were joy and euphoria – such that he hadn’t ever seen in them before. She was pleased beyond all measure. He couldn’t help but love her for the woman that she was – the beautiful girl he was never going to grow tired of.

  “Bright Feather,” he told her as he inched upward, gazing lovingly into her eyes, “how did I get so lucky to be such an exquisite woman as you. I am always amazed that you love me as I love you. How did I get so lucky?” he repeated in a rasped whisper.

  As her own response, Bright Feather smiled and kissed his chest. She flicked her tongue all over the middle line of his chest and then let the tip of her tongue traveled to his neck. While he groaned with pleasure, she finally muttered words that indicated how being with him affected her too.

  “I am as amazed with you my darling.” She told him, “My heart races when we are together. It is a race of love!” She exclaimed in a lusty tone.

  He nodded mutely, laying back and pulling her down on top of him. It was time. She hadn't pleaded. She hadn't told him anything but he knew. She wanted him now. He wanted to finally bury himself inside her and make love to his lovely woman. He also loved the feel of her while her body laid on him. There was no doubting that. She pushed herself up a little bit with a hand on either side of his head. Her long black hair swirled down to his face and he lifted his head into it, squeezed her ass with both hands and held her tight against him.

  When she lowered herself over his body, so that her breasts and belly brushed his body, he grinned happily. Then she made him more insane with want when she arched her back upward, just out of the reach of his lips. It was a wonderful tease that made him groan and smile at the same time. Everything she did was an attraction to him. Her hand went down between his thighs after a while and he felt her fingers over his stiffening love tool.

  It jerked humbly in her hand.

  He gasped as she finally raised herself above him, ready to ride him into oblivion. He positioned his member for her and as she lowered herself, he thrust his hips upward, feeling strong excitement as her wet opening squeezed around his rod.

  “Oh, Bright Feather.”

  It was his turn to whisper her name. She smiled down at him and placed her palms on his chest, slowly moving and beginning a ride of his cock that soon got him off the edge.

  He plunged into her with abandon and she gasped, crying out with him as they worked their hips, creating an alliance of movement. Writhing together like a braided rope, he let her sit and kneel, always giving him more room into her opening. Each plunge of his member into her eagerly opened inexplicable desire which was like an explosion of pleasure that got stronger with every thrust.

  He knew release wouldn’t come soon, especially since she placed both palms on his chest after guiding his hands to firmly hold her butts. Her breasts jiggled violently as she began to ride him fast too, the sound from the friction caused by their ramming pleasure tools rhyming with her moan. He held on to her ass fast, loving the way he was hard and firm inside her.

  Subsequently, she hurriedly spread her legs wide and turned her back to him. Instantly, she began to bump her ass against him, getting his cock fully back and deep into her hole. Holding on to her waist, he watched as she glanced over her shoulder to watch her ass bounce all over him. She was banging him hard now, still backing him. His cock felt more space inside her, the idea that he coul
d have more almost driving him insane.

  When she turned and got back to her initial position, his manhood jolted, nearing climax. She would have none of that though. She stood and withdrew her prize from her hole and he watched as she knelt beside him, getting it to disappear into her mouth.

  “Bright Feather.” He breathed, unable to help the renewed pleasure that washed over him.

  She would be the death of him. He loved her. He loved everything about her – her passion, her spirit, her body, her heart – everything and he wondered what would have happened with his life had he not met her.

  Of course, continuing with that thought was impossible since both were still naked with lust coursing through their veins. Slowly, she stopped sucking his rod now and lay sideways in front of him, getting him to thrust once more within her. This he did with so much love. He held her legs apart and went in slowly first before closing his eyes and giving each thrust with all the energy he possessed.

  The final thrust came with both their bodies stiffening, their teeth gritting at the same time, while he released his desire deep into her. She responded with a cry of a strong orgasm that made her shudder as she collapsed on him. For a long time, as their bodies found peace, they lay there in silence, smiling. His cock was still within her and the feeling of having it become soft while still there was exhilarating. Finally, she rolled to the side and he cradled her in his arm.

  “Thank you.” She said to his surprise.

  CHAPTER 24

  * * *

  “Darling … there is no need to thank me, making love to you is …” Dutch began to whisper.

  “You misunderstand me. I should have thanked you before for standing up for me against Vellaneau. It must remind you of how you stood up for your sister, Lijuan,” she told him.

  Dutch was surprised by the connection she made between the two. He nodded understanding her point.