Two months ago, Raya Varvara took a business trip to a low-tech planet and discovered that Lord Calder Brinkley was a rogue shapeshifter and the best lover in the Protectorate. After a glorious, sex-filled week, Calder asked her to stay. She declined.
They haven’t spoken in the intervening weeks, but she’s fantasized about him every single day. Now she must return to Oriana to conclude her business. Will her lover welcome her back into his bed?
Stallion’s Summer
Raya exited the aged transport that had brought her to Oriana and thanked all the deities she could name that she’d made it there in one piece. The planet was beautiful, and a few months ago she’d had the best sex of her life on this backwater outpost, but gods above, couldn’t the locals invest in some modern ships?
She used her absurd lace handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her brow. She’d thought the weather hot the last time she’d visited Oriana. But now it was full summer, and the transport pilot had reported a surface temperature of 110 degrees Fahrenheit.
She wondered what the locals would do if she donned a short, cool-cloth suit, the only garment she’d normally consider in such heat. They’d probably arrest her for indecency. Calder would get the charges dropped and her comfort would almost make it worth the trouble. But getting thrown in jail would delay the long, hard fuck she needed from Calder. That was not acceptable.
Between her raging desire she’d been unable to slake and the blazing Orianian sun, she feared she might explode. She needed to find Calder fast, get some relief for her aching pussy, and then sleep for about twelve hours in a climate-controlled room.
Since she hadn’t bothered to inform Calder that her client was finally ready to close their land deal, no carriage awaited her. She would have to walk the three miles to his estate. As the heat pushed against her in oppressive waves, she wished she had called. But if she had, Calder might have asked annoying questions like how long she planned to stay and whether she had reconsidered his offer.
No, he wouldn’t ask that. He’d warned her that he wouldn’t ask her to stay again. She’d blown her chance. Surely that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be excited to see her? She supposed he had a right to be angry. She had left without saying goodbye. But his cock would respond to her, and that was what mattered, wasn’t it?
Damn, the heat must really be getting to her. She was not a woman who second-guessed herself. Nor was she a woman who gave up her hard-won position at Intergalactic Investors Bank or her convenient life on New Earth to move to some overheated backwater just for a man with a big cock. He’d called her a techno-snob, but she’d damn well rather be married to her comm unit than prance around in a fucking dress with frills on it all day.
She rented a locker for her bags -- Calder would have to send someone for them later -- and started off alone, something she was sure no Orianian lady would do. She tried not to think about the sun beating down on her, the sweat soaking through her dress, or the fact that the deep longing she had for Calder might just be more than lust.
After walking about a mile, Raya passed a verdant pasture and noticed several horses grazing on a shady rise. She stopped to watch them and catch her breath. Suddenly, her heart began to race. Obsidian was with them.
The black stallion raised his head as if he sensed her presence. When their gazes met, he tossed his head and snorted. An inexplicable desire to run rushed over her, but she gripped the pastures fence to force herself stay where she was. She had business here. She was not going to run.
Obsidian galloped toward her, barely slowing down in time to avoid the fence. She expected him to shift to his human form, but he didn’t. His eyes sparkled as he flared his nostrils and tossed his head. He looked around at his back pointedly, and Raya understood as plainly as if he’d spoken. He wanted her to ride him.
She’d ridden him only twice during her last stay, once when he wanted to show her the view from the far reaches of his estate, and once before she knew that the lord of the manor was also a rogue shapeshifter. Both times, the exhilaration of the ride had primed her for sex. Her body tingled with excitement, as she pulled up her skirt and scaled the fence, thankful she was the only human around.
When she’d arranged herself astride him, using the fence as a mounting block, Obsidian took off. She clung to his mane and pressed her legs against his side. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, and the feel of his slick coat against her thighs made her groan.
Obsidian’s muscles stretched and bunched with each stride, and Raya couldn’t stop herself from writhing against him. How could she need a man this badly? How could she have gone for two months without speaking to Calder?
They raced over another hill and down into a valley where a clear, cool stream formed a pool that was shaded by large trees. Obsidian stopped by the trees, and Raya slid from his back. Before she could catch her breath, Obsidian reared up, and his body shifted into his human form. Calder stood before her, naked, his thick cock, jutting to his navel.
Raya bent and unzipped her boots, jerking them and her socks off as quickly as she could. She didn’t think she could get naked fast enough.
“Going for a swim?”
Her breath caught. Just the sound of Calder’s voice was enough to send heat racing through her body. Then she realized what he’d actually said and looked up. “A swim?”
His lips curled into a thin smile. “It’s a hot day. A swim might be just the thing to cool you down.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“Not at all. I thought perhaps you wanted to cool off after your unexpected journey.”
His voice had remained neutral until he said the word unexpected then the anger crept in. Now Raya knew he was pissed as hell at her for showing up unannounced. She debated what to do. She could play coy, jump in the creek for a swim, and wait for him to give into his obvious lust, or she could talk straight.
She took a deep breath. She’d never been coy a day in her life. “I did not come to this godforsaken sweltering planet for a swim. I need you to fuck me, and I need it now.”
“Ah, so this is what you need?” He looked pointedly down at his cock.
Damn it to hell. She was going to have to be more honest than she’d intended. “I missed you.”
He glanced back up and smirked, his eyes full of hot fury. “You did, did you?”
She nodded.
“Strip.” He crossed him arms over his chest and glared.
Raya obeyed without question, first undoing the buttons on the front of her dress. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves and let the garment fall to her waist. She’d omitted the slip-like under dress she was expected to wear, so she was now naked from the waist up. The breeze tickled her throbbing nipples, hardening them even more. Capturing Calder’s gaze, she reached up and pinched them, flicking her thumbs across the tips as she sucked in her breath.
Calder’s eyes widened and his right hand took hold of his cock, stroking it from base to tip.
Raya wanted to drop to her knees and take it into her mouth. Instead, she continued to remove her clothes. She released the ribbon that encircled her waist and let her dress fall to the ground. Then, she pushed down the ridiculous petticoat and the boxer-like garment that served as underwear. As they hit the ground, she stretched to her full height, showing off her naked form.
Calder’s hand moved more rapidly on his cock, and his chest rose and fell quickly. Raya smiled at the effect she had on him.
He smiled back and released his cock then bent and picked up her petticoat. Before she realized what he was doing, the sound of ripping fabric made her jump.
“Hold out your arms.”
Her heart pounded. She knew she could trust Calder. They’d spent a glorious week together playing all manner of sexual games. But the dark edge in his voice and his obvious anger had her shivering with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Just what did he intend to do to her?
He raised his brow and stared.
Taking a deep breath, sh
e held out her arms. She’d started this, she would damn well see it through.
He tied her wrists securely but comfortably with the cotton fabric. Then, without saying a word, he hoisted her over his shoulder, eliciting a very embarrassing squeal. He dumped her in the soft grass by the bank of the stream and tied the long ends of the makeshift rope around the trunk of a small tree. “Lie down,” he ordered.
Calder had left just enough play in the rope to allow her to stretch out on her back with her arms over her head. The sight of him standing over her, his thick cock ready to fuck her, his nostrils flaring like the stallion he could become, made her so hot she had to fight to keep her hips still.
He lifted her dress from the ground, bunched it up, and tucked it under her head like a pillow. She hadn’t minded the hardness of the ground, but the dress did feel better. Unfortunately, Calder’s concern for her comfort probably meant he planned to keep her in this position for some time.
“Damn, you look lovely all spread out for me.” His voice still held an edge of anger as if he wished he wasn’t attracted to her. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, fighting the urge to demand he get on with fucking her.
He bent and nuzzled her neck, nipping lightly. She bit her lip to hold in a moan. He proceeded to nuzzle, lick, nip, and stroke her neck, chest, and belly, never once touching her nipples which had hardened to rock-like peaks.
His tongue felt like satin and his teeth stimulated her skin just enough to leave it aching for more rough contact. He nibbled the bare flesh above her pubic bone, and she sucked in her breath as she arched toward his mouth. Burning hell, she needed his tongue on her pussy.
He chuckled and pulled back, after nipping her flesh barely an inch from her clit.
“Bastard.” Shit. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. He snorted, sounding disturbingly like Obsidian. “You think you’re hot now. Just wait.”
Goddamnit! What was he planning to do to her?
He knelt between her legs. Was he going to fuck her, after all? If he would just drive that gorgeous cock inside her, she could take whatever he wanted to give. But if he kept toying with her, she was surely going to lose it. Between the heat of his stare and the planet’s blazing sun, she felt as if she were suffocating. She snarled. “Fuck me now.”
He smiled and shook his head. “Did you really think it would be that simple?”
“Bastard.” This time she meant to say it.
He gripped her thighs and held them apart as he bent over to take one of her nipples into his mouth. She screamed as he sucked hard then bit down. Erotic pain knifed through her belly. He started flicking his tongue over the tip of her nipple fast and hard. She felt as if a line of heat ran from his mouth straight to her clit. If he kept that up long enough, she just might be able to come.
But of course he didn’t. He slowed his pace, licking her slowly, being far too gentle for what she craved. The agony of her need finally broke her. She fought his hold on her thighs and pulled at the bonds that held her wrists. She had to get free, had to feel him inside her.
He easily fended off her struggles and began the torture on her other nipple. She was so frustrated she wanted to cry, and she never cried. Sweat coated her body. The hot air pressed against her face making each breath a struggle. “Goddamnit, stop this.”
He sat back, but the evil grin on his face told her he had no intention of doing what she wished. Instead, he stood and took his cock in his hand, stroking himself slowly at first, then faster and faster. His eyes closed, and his head tipped back. Beads of sweat ran down his chest and thighs.
Raya wanted to catch them with her tongue. She wanted to swallow his long, thick cock and drink down every drop of his come. She wanted him to fill her up, to drive himself all the way inside her with no mercy. Why had she ever left? In this moment all that mattered was having Calder again. She felt like she was addicted to him, but she suspected it was worse than that. She was in love with him.
Calder’s hand moved rapidly, and his chest rose and fell with labored breaths. Was he really going to bring himself off instead of coming deep inside her?
She jerked hard on the fabric that held her. If he could tear it so easily, surely she could get it to rip if she worked hard enough. She had to get loose. She had to stop him. She needed him. “Calder, no.”
He groaned as hot jets of come spilled out of his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut. Then, he dropped to his knees in the grass. A few seconds later, he looked up at her. “Damn, it’s hot. I could really use that swim now. How about you?”
“Goddamn you to hell.”
“You really couldn’t live here, could you? Not with that spaceman’s mouth you’ve got.” He untied her and sauntered away to the stream.
Part of her wanted to put her wrinkled, dirty clothes back on and march right back to the landing strip, but the rest of her refused to give him that satisfaction. She followed him to the edge of the pool and dove in.
She gasped as she surfaced. How could the water be so cold when it was so damn hot outside? And why did the contrasting cold only make her pussy feel hotter than it already did? Calder was watching her, but she had no intention of speaking to him. She swam toward a rock in the center of the pool. It looked like a nice spot to lie on while she brought herself the relief he’d refused her.
She’d just reached the rock when Calder grabbed her from behind. He pushed her forward until she had to either brace herself or fall. His cock pressed against her back, hard and ready once again. She’d forgotten how quick his recovery time was.
He spread her ass cheeks with his hand and pressed himself against her pussy, entering her a fraction of an inch. “Is this what you want?”
She wanted to say no, but she felt like she was dangling over a cliff, and he was her only chance at salvation. She had to have him. No matter how angry she was, how scared she was, how much she knew they were too different to be more than occasional lovers. She needed him like she needed air. “Yes.”
“Just this?” He shoved deeper into her. “Or all of me?”
“All of you.”
“Swear you will never run away again.”
“I can’t.”
He pulled back. “You’re more than a quick fuck to me. If that’s all you want, I’ll be happy to arrange for someone to entertain you while you stay.”
“Damn it. I want you.”
“Then promise.”
Raya swallowed past the knot in her throat. “I can’t promise. I’m too scared.”
“What are you scared of?” His voice was tender now. He stroked her back with his warm fingers.
She hadn’t said those three little words out loud since her mother had died when she was seven. But she had to say them now. Her need was that great. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” As he said the words, Calder drove his cock deep inside her. She screamed his name and pushed her hips back to meet him.
Her hands clutched the rock as he pistoned into her. Faster and faster, knowing exactly how to drag his cock over her g-spot with every stroke.
She felt like she was going to explode, like she might disintegrate and never reform, but she didn’t care. She shoved her hips back again and again, taking all of him, arching her back to let him go deeper. “Fuck me!” she screamed.
He roared like a stallion in pain and thrust so deep it hurt. But he reached between her legs and thumbed her clit. It felt so good she saw stars. She pumped against his hand then back against his cock, caught between the two sources of pleasure.
Calder created more sensation than her body could hold. She screamed as she went up and over. Spasms wracked her body, and she milked his cock with every shudder.
He shouted her name as his orgasm rocked him. She collapsed against the rock, reveling in the pulse of his cock deep inside her. She knew her life had just been irrevocably altered, but in that moment she didn’t have the strength to be scared. She was far too satisfied.
Stallion’s Accord
/> Silvia Violet
Raya Varvara is what Orianians refer to as a techno snob. She thrives on her fast-paced urban life on New Earth. At least she did until she met Calder Brinkley, a horse shifter and regional governor on Oriana. Calder likes wide-open spaces, the fresh air of early morning, and turning off technology in favor of face-to-face conversation. He also likes Raya. He likes her so much he’s willing to alter some of what he enjoys about his low-tech planet.
When Raya returns to Oriana after a long, painful absence, she learns about the changes Calder introduced. Her certainty that she could never live on this backwater planet begins to falter. Can Calder convince her that being together is more important than either of them having their way, or will her stubbornness keep them forever apart?
Chapter 1
Raya leaned forward, tangling her hands in Obsidian’s mane, relishing the feel of his strength beneath her. She was thankful her lover needed to return home quickly after their tryst by the stream. Riding his alternate form exhilarated her. Discussing the fact that a confession of love had escaped her -- as Calder worked her into a frenzy -- would make her cringe.
She didn’t want to be in love. She couldn’t live on Oriana, and Calder wouldn’t leave. No matter how good the sex was, their lifestyles were incompatible. That’s why she’d run from what she felt months ago. She’d tried to deny what he meant to her, but seeing him again had brought all her feelings to the surface. Then he’d touched her, and she was lost.
But she wasn’t a coward. She wouldn’t deny what she’d blurted out in a fit of passion. She was in love with Calder, and she had to face the consequences of those feelings. But the longer she could put it off, the better. Perhaps Calder would give her one night to revel in their need for each other before questioning her intentions.
All too soon, the stable came in sight, and Obsidian slowed to a trot. Finlay, the stable master, was there to greet them. He gave Raya a sly wink. “I see you’ve returned, and you’re riding Obsidian as well as ever.”
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