Love Me Wild

by Renee Field

  They became a thing of legend and myth. It was simpler that way. Armed now with more knowledge of the Maida, he knew that to be true like never before. However, he wasn’t blind to the woman’s plight. He planned to discover if she spoke the truth. Then, judging her need, he might be tempted to help. He relished the idea of getting release. Her scent was driving him crazy. The tip of his cock was wet, like he was a youngling. She infuriated him.

  “Put me down. I can’t go into the Dark Forest.” She once again tried to squirm out of his tight hold.

  “Shut up,” he demanded, tempted to give her ass another solid smack. However she wasn’t the only one affected by her hormones and now was not the time to add fuel to the fire.

  His sensitive hearing could detect runners—in all likelihood warriors. And if they were anything like the heathen lot that had initially captured him, they would be armed with flying nets. Those he couldn’t outrun. Picking up the pace, he moved the woman onto his other shoulder. Spying the meadow, he didn’t slow, even though his body craved to reach down and brush the tall stalks of fresh, green grass. Instead, he dove for the cover of the forest, letting the darkness engulf them.

  The woman immediately fell silent. Smart, for once. She ceased her squirming and settled onto his shoulder. Even though it was quite dark, it didn’t slow Tulon down. As a Centaur, his eyesight was supreme. Casually, he moved around the living trees, willing them as before to grant his way. They sensed what he was and didn’t hesitate. That, too, was a blessing. He knew the Madia woman had no idea of the real dangers lurking in the woods.

  Judging he was safe from the warriors, he finally put the squirming woman down. She landed hard on a tree stump. Then he stalked off to take care of some urgent business. What he wanted to do was ram his cock deep inside the feisty spitfire whose body was imprinted on his brain. And her ass—it was no surprise clutching onto it for the better part of an hour had caused his shaft to bulge even more.

  Tulon growled in frustration. As much as he hated it, he knew the blasted pheromone injection they had given him wasn’t the only reason he was forced to ease the ache in his cock. He felt like a bloody youngling around her. It made him mad.

  He hoped anger would ease the need, but it didn’t. If anything the vision of ramming her hot and heavy, of plunging into her tight, wet opening made him almost spill his seed before he made it around the large tree trunk. The last thing I need is an audience. He groaned. Forced to take matters into his own hands infuriated him on a level he had never experienced before.

  Where did he go? Thankful to no longer be jostled about, she smarted from being dumped onto a tree stump. He had stalked off without a word. Her eyes had long ago adjusted to the dusk-like darkness in the forest.

  The trees were immense both in width and height. She had heard rumors about the Dark Forest, but the fear those stories wrought had kept the scientist she was from daring the impossible. Not so anymore.

  She couldn’t help but gawk. Vegetation the likes of which she had never seen before vied for her eyes. But it was the towering, thick trees that captivated her. Then a small groan caused her to still.

  She scampered off the tall stump to seek out the man as curiosity got the better of her. He could be hurt. Maybe he pulled a muscle from carrying me like feedstock. Serves him right. His groans didn’t sound pleasant. However, when she came within view, her steps faltered.

  He was a sight to behold. His long jet-black hair fell in disarray down his back, his head was thrown back and in his hand was his long, very hard, magnificent cock. Mesmerized by the erotic sight and with her heart accelerating to a feverish pitch, she watched.

  Immediately she felt a pool of cream congeal between her thighs. As much as Rowena wanted to move, she couldn’t. In his hand he held his cock, and up and down he stroked it, pumped it even, at a furious pace that caused her to wet her lips. Without realizing it she edged closer. She had to see more. She ached for more.

  “Go!” he commanded. His eyes were squeezed shut as he concentrated on the task at hand.

  “No,” she replied, cautiously approaching him so she stood within arm’s reach. A longing to touch, caress and stroke him overtook her thoughts. With boldness she didn’t know she possessed, she moved even closer. He was gloriously naked as when he had first entered the room. Now however, here amidst the sanctity of the forest, he was in his element. He looked like an untamed man whose body was made for rutting.

  When he didn’t respond anymore, she moved her hand over his. I have to do this. It’s all my fault. The man’s need for her had been heightened by the injection and this was his way of dealing with it. While the idea should have appalled her, it did the opposite.

  Rowena was not going to fool herself. She’d love to have his cock, the one in her hand, wedged tight within her slick throbbing pussy. To do so would sentence this man to death and as much as she was sexually frustrated at the moment, she couldn’t do it—even knowing her sanity wouldn’t last much longer.

  “Am I doing it right?” she asked, watching his facial expression for clues.

  “Yes,” he groaned.

  Then he turned his head to look at her. Chocolate brown eyes of mystery watched her work him. It was intoxicating. Her hand was now slick with his need as she pumped him.

  “Faster,” he moaned, placing his hand over hers to pick up the pace.

  His shaft was elegantly long and thick. She was surprised when it bulged even more. Then he arched his head and groaned loudly as he came in her hand. He was sticky warm and his masculine musky, wild scent raced straight to every cell in her eager body.

  She licked her hand, needing to taste his seed. He tasted salty, and there was a hint of wildness in his semen that made her want to rub it all over her aching nipples. Where did that thought come from? A blush stole over her features, adding to her heat.

  “Thank you,” he growled, moving away from her.

  Rowena was disappointed. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but his swift rejection told her she wasn’t skilled in the art of lovemaking.

  “You didn’t need to do that.”

  His voice was a low rumble that cascaded straight to her, clenching core muscles. By the Saints, if only he knew what his voice did to me.

  Moving to where he sat on a large stump, she answered. “I got you into this mess. It was the least I could do. I know what that injection does to your body and, well, that was my way of helping. I hope.”

  She longed to lick her palm to taste his essence again, yet he was watching her with such a haunted, confused look on his face, she didn’t dare. Too bad, because she had really liked the salty, untamed taste of him. Then again, maybe it’s a good thing I can’t. The last thing I need is to become addicted to the flavor of him. I’d rather eat dead leaves. Anything to keep her scientific mind working while her body betrayed her real cravings.

  Tulon couldn’t believe it. The woman thought he had to take care of his need because of some stupid injection. Did she have no idea how truly exotic she looked, clad in the sheer dress that left little to the imagination? The fact that she was barefoot was an added torture. Her small, delicate feet intrigued him. He would like nothing better than to lick and suck on each one of her tiny toes.

  Spilling his seed did take some of the edge off him, but he knew it wasn’t enough. Nor would it last long. What he ached to do was slowly plunge into her swollen cunt until she climaxed again and again from his pleasuring her. He was also mortified she felt responsible for his agitated state. Well, she is, but it has to do with her luscious body and not the needle.

  “Come here,” he commanded, deciding it was time he eased a bit of her ache. He smelled her flowery womanly cream and it beckoned him. He wanted to taste her. No, he needed to lap at her nectar that was driving all of his senses nuts until she was dry and well satisfied.

  When she didn’t move, he repeated his statement. “Come here.” He patted the spot beside his lap.

  “Just what do you plan to do?�
�� she asked.

  Tulon liked how the filly balked at getting closer to him, even as she tentatively approached. Her sexual need was so great, it practically shimmered her skin. His eyes could see the wet evidence of her cream coating the insides of her thighs and he growled in approval.

  “Sit,” he demanded, grabbing her arms and forcing her to straddle his lap. The feel of her sheer gown on his leg hairs caused his cock to jump to life again.

  “We can’t—”

  “Stop talking and for once listen to the wind.” He ran a hand calmly up and down her back.

  “What does the wind have to do with…ooh, that feels so good,” she said, accepting his touch.

  Thankfully, she stopped talking.

  Tulon liked how she arched her back, inviting his touch—all the while providing him with a better view of those luscious breasts of hers. Again he stroked her, letting her get used to the feel of his hands on her, needing her to accept the pulse of excitement as his cock grew painfully rigid nestled between her splayed legs.

  Her body was smooth like the warm green grass and she smelled like oranges and lemons, causing him to salivate. Small moans of pleasure from her egged him on. As innocent as she was, he knew she ached for more.

  Moving his hands to her thighs, he worked his way up both silky legs. Long legs. Legs he would love to have wrapped around him as he plunged himself deep inside her heat.

  She stilled. Fear danced to life inside her eyes.

  “Shh, it will be okay, relax,” he ordered. He seductively lowered his voice, knowing it would soothe her.

  Without preamble, he snaked his hand closer to her achy core and then, before she could protest, he slid a finger down her wet clit.

  Her body shuddered with intense need. She was dripping with sex. Her pussy was so hot, it beckoned to him like fresh grass. He noticed her sky-blue eyes were wide open, but for once her lips were closed shut. She wasn’t objecting to his ministrations. For that he was thankful.

  “Lean back and spread your legs wider. I’m going to play with that warm pussy of yours” he commanded, all the while sliding a finger back and forth over her wet opening—teasing her clit into submission.

  When she did as instructed, he gave in to the need to feel her breasts. There were two small buttons clasping her dress together. With one nip, they were gone. Two milky white breasts spilled forth and gleamed at him. They were a treasure. He flicked a tongue over first one nipple then another. She moaned in response. Then he closed his mouth over her sun-dipped buds and suckled. His cock thickened even more.

  “May I?” she asked, inching her hand around to grasp his throbbing cock.

  “No,” he growled, with more force than he intended. Truth was, he knew if she put her petite hands on his shaft again, the creature he was would reign supreme and in no time at all she’d be on all fours with his cock ramming her like there was no tomorrow.

  “Let me pleasure you, please,” he added, moving to suckle her other breast. Her body had been lubricated with the tempra plant too, and the wild taste of it on her skin enhanced all of his senses.

  “Tulon,” he said, sliding a finger deep into her wet opening.

  “What?” she rasped out, her breathing shallow as she fought not to squirm with need.

  “My name is Tulon,” he said again, slowly withdrawing his finger, only to plunge it back in faster and faster to stroke her clutching pussy muscles.

  “Ooh.”

  He loved the sound of her moans. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed as she let his finger work her creamy core. “My name’s Rowena.”

  “That has a nice sound to it. Do you like this?” he asked, knowing full well she did.

  “Stop talking,” she commanded.

  Tulon couldn’t help but chuckle. Her body was strung as tight as an archer’s bow.

  “Is something funny?” she asked.

  The last thing Tulon wanted was for her to start reasoning a way out of the pleasure he was giving her. He simply wanted her to enjoy it for all it was worth. It was the least he could do. After all, if she felt this good with her hot pussy clutching at his finger then he knew sooner rather than later his cock would find a home deep inside her.

  For now, though, he wanted her to climax on him, with his finger wedged tight inside her. Moving her slick folds open more, he let the forest’s breath wash over it. Her nub of pleasure pebbled to life. He patted it with his thumb, all the while stroking two fingers inside her while his mouth devoured her breasts. When she came, it was hard. He let her grind her hips into him as she fought the cliff, but he wanted her to leap over it. Pebbling her nub harder, he used the power of his voice.

  “Come for me, Rowena, you can do it. That’s it. Let it happen,” he said, loving the moment when she arched her back, threw back her head and came. His two fingers felt her pussy muscles milk him. Then she slumped forward. Soothingly he pulled his fingers out and licked them, loving the womanly, flowery taste of her.

  “I can’t believe I just let you do that to me,” she said, pushing off him somewhat as she attempted to reassert her control.

  I don’t think so, thought Tulon.

  “What I’d really like to do is lie you down in a meadow, spread your legs and then stuff my cock so deep inside you, then you’ll know what it feels like to be truly fucked. How’s that?” said Tulon, grinning with macho pride as a flush of heat stole over her features.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said, attempting to clasp her dress together to hide her breasts from his eyes.

  “Sounds good to me,” said a baritone voice that originated from over Tulon’s shoulder.

  Immediately Tulon stood, placing Rowena behind him.

  “Who’s there?” he asked, his body poised to run or fight, if need be.

  Tulon watched as ten men strode out of the forest’s brush. He didn’t like the look of them.

  “Are you sure?” said one man to another.

  Tulon assumed the man with the crown of twigs on his head was the leader. He was an imposing sight. As tall as Tulon, he was broad of shoulder and looked capable of killing a person with his large trunk-like hands.

  “I’m not completely sure, but he’s got the same scent as the stallion we had been tracking,” squeaked the man into the leader’s ears.

  “But he’s not a stallion. He’s a man.”

  “A well-endowed man and he will do,” said a husky woman’s voice as she, too, materialized from the blanket of trees.

  “Lady MacQuellion,” whispered Rowena, bowing low to the woman who strode forward with ease.

  “You know her?” hissed Tulon, not liking that he wasn’t in the know.

  “Only in myth. I didn’t think she was real. But she’s exactly how the myths portray her.” Awe filled Rowena’s voice.

  “Is she friendly in those myths of yours?” asked Tulon, hoping the answer was yes. He had a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t.

  Before Rowena could answer him, the lady moved forward. She was clad in a fawn-colored dress that reached her knees. The material attempted to conceal her well-endowed breasts, but it didn’t succeed. Strapped to her back was a familiar sight to his eyes. She carried a bow and arrows and, by the look of her muscular arms, she knew how to use them. Also strapped to her thigh was the hint of a knife. She was well armed for a lady of ranking. Tulon knew that the men accompanying her would be even better armed. Things were looking worse by the moment.

  “Good to know someone knows who I am and you too may bow to me,” she said, pointing her finger at Tulon.

  “I bow to no one,” he replied curtly.

  Immediately two of her guards had him by his arms before he could move. He forced himself to still as she came forward.

  “He does smell like that stallion…could it be?” She boldly eyed him. “It doesn’t matter, he will do. We need fresh seed and I, for one, have need of him. He’s well hung,” she declared, motioning to her guards to tie him up.

  “Run, R
owena,” said Tulon.

  “Oh, she’s coming with us.” Lady MacQuellion motioned for the guards and, in a blink, Rowena’s hands were tied together.

  “What do you want with us?” asked Tulon, not liking the sly looks the men in the group gave him. They weren’t friendly looks and it caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.

  “You will see. Our need of you is great,” she chimed, ushering them through the forest canopy.

  The men’s evil cackles didn’t appease the anxious feeling in the pit of Tulon’s stomach one bit. And he didn’t like their crude gesturing toward his shaft, which was still standing at attention, all thanks to the taste of Rowena.

  Chapter Six

  Rowena couldn’t believe her eyes. Lady MacQuellion is supposed to be a myth, not a real person. And the men, are they truly Tree Wraiths? It seemed hard to imagine. But no one had ever ventured into the Dark Forest. Maybe the myths were real.

  If so, what did the Lady want with her and Tulon? Listening to the Lady’s frank talk, she knew exactly what she wanted with Tulon. She bristled at the idea. She realized she had no hold over him and told herself it didn’t matter.

  “Place her in that hut,” said Lady MacQuellion, indicating a small, derelict thatched round dwelling on the far side of the village.

  “You, come with me.” She motioned the guards to bring Tulon to the large hut in the middle of the village.

  Fear clawed through Rowena. She didn’t want to be separated from him. It terrified her. Just when did he become my anchor?

  “Tulon,” choked Rowena, too afraid to give voice to her fear.

  “I will come willingly, if she comes with me,” said Tulon.

  Rowena could have wept for joy. Even in all the uncertainty, he stood tall, regally proud before Lady MacQuellion, stating his demands.

  “Fine, suit yourself. Bring her,” snapped the Lady.

  And once again Rowena found herself standing next to Tulon as they moved to the center of the hut. She breathed a sigh of relief at being near him. Why she felt comforted and safe with him, even though they had been taken prisoner, baffled her common no-nonsense mind. Then it dawned on her, she was starting to lose her reasoning. If she didn’t succumb to the sexual need for fulfillment that was a raw itch burning under her highly sensitive skin, she’d soon go crazy.