Love Me Wild

by Renee Field

  Next to him stood Rowena, his forever in her new Centaur form. She was breathtaking. A sleek chestnut brown. She was a good two heads smaller than him. He watched in awe as she took the time to examine herself, lifting first one leg, then the other.

  “By the Saints, this is amazing. I can’t believe how powerful I feel. What did you do?” she asked, trying to get used to prancing on all four legs.

  “I gave you a part of my magic. Without you, Rowena, I would never have discovered the power that was within me. I need you. Will you stay with me? We can flash back into human form, but this is what I really am. This is what you are. A Centaur,” he admitted.

  “This is amazing. It’s like a dream come true. I can’t believe it. You’re saying I can become this at will and then simply flash back to being Maida,” she replied, edging her way cautiously toward him as she steadied herself with her long legs like a new foal learning to walk.

  “Tulon, whether you are man or Centaur, I will always want to be with you. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

  Tulon felt his heart swell. Those were the words he needed to hear. Words he burned to believe.

  “Great, then let’s go. We still have to get Felicia to her kin before it’s too late for her, so I do believe I’ll flash us there,” he said, grinning.

  “I thought you couldn’t flash from here,” said Rowena.

  “I couldn’t then, but I have to admit that the power of our lovemaking has awakened the magic within me. So take my hand, Rowena, and let’s be on our way.” He flanked his body next to hers, enjoying the feel of her small hairs bristling against his.

  “With pleasure,” she replied.

  Chapter Eleven

  Rowena was in complete awe of her new form. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined this to be possible. She felt powerful, wild, and yet utterly feminine.

  As a Centaur, she had the long graceful body of a horse. Her hair was light brown, with just a hint of red, but what she loved most was the feel of her upper body. She was still very much the same, except that her hair had grown to the length of a horse’s mane, and her breasts looked slightly bigger. She wasn’t embarrassed by her naked chest. Instead, she reveled in it.

  There had been a slight burning she felt when Tulon had flashed her into a Centaur, but otherwise she felt no discomfort.

  Wow, talk about the reconstruction of DNA. Her rational, scientific brain marveled that she could become this, while her heart knew without a doubt that this was what she wanted. She knew inherently she was still Maida, but different. She felt it to her core.

  The best part was knowing she would never be affected by the Maida fertility curse again. Sex was now guilt-free.

  Tulon had given a part of his essence to make her what she was. It was his gift to her. That cemented her feelings for him more than all of his lovemaking, which had been wild, wicked and beyond her previously limited fantasies. Now, by the Saints, she looked forward to what other lovemaking positions he had in mind. So far, he had exceeded all of her expectations.

  In a blink, they were flashed back to where the Pegcentaurs were. The scene that greeted them caused Rowena to weep.

  The knowledge that Felicia, the young Betikhan, was dead pooled all her lovely feelings into a dark pit.

  How dare I be happy, when we failed Felicia. Grief overwhelmed her.

  Part of her still couldn’t believe they were too late for Felicia. But there she lay, high up on a traditional burial mound about to be burnt as an offering to the Saints. She was dead. Even though she hadn’t known the young Betikhan long, she had felt an affinity for her. They had shared the same potentially tragic end. Only thing was she had found her much-needed release and more.

  “How long ago did this happen?” she overheard Tulon asking Rusty.

  “An hour ago. She started to slowly decline after you left and then she went into a spasm, lost consciousness and, about an hour ago, her heart stopped beating,” replied his friend, clearly grief-stricken. “We didn’t know what to do, so I decided that we should follow our traditions.”

  “I think I can bring her back,” said Tulon, quietly to Rusty.

  With Rowena’s new, sensitive hearing, she could clearly hear every word he said. Joy crept into her heart. Tulon can save her, but how?

  “How?” she asked, flanking them.

  “Rowena, I can’t guarantee it will work, but I think we should try,” said Tulon.

  “We’ve got company,” said Hilt, the young Pegcentaur, coming to stand between them.

  Rowena’s eyes grew round. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing and she couldn’t believe just how off their timing was. A group of about a hundred Betikhans marched toward them, all heavily armed with bows and arrows and small axes.

  “Give me a minute,” said Rusty, moving to intercept the group.

  Once he left, Rowena assessed the situation. “What will happen if you can’t bring her back?”

  “Then it will be all-out war between the Betikhans and Pegcentaurs, which will spill over into the forest to become a war between the two-legged creatures and the four-legged. Betikhans hate four-leggeds. Years ago, they fought against each other and only recently a shaky truce was accepted. Things don’t look good.”

  “I trust you, Tulon. We will bring her down and, by the Saints, you had better deliver, because if not, things aren’t going to be pretty,” said Rusty, returning quickly as he ordered two Pegcentaurs to bring Felicia down off the burial mound.

  Rowena ached to go to her friend, but she couldn’t. She watched as a small group of Betikhans moved forward to see Felicia for themselves. They appeared grief-stricken. She quirked an eye at Tulon, trying to figure out what was going on.

  Rusty came to stand by her side. “That’s just great. It seems that your young Betikhan friend is their long-lost princess. Things are officially really bad. I knew I was going to regret saving your ass, Tulon.”

  “Princess,” whispered Rowena, hoping for a miracle to make everything right for all of them.

  “I need a quiet place to work,” demanded Tulon.

  “We will not leave her,” said a handsome young Betikhan as he moved forward from the group to glare at them. “What did you do to her?”

  Rowena gulped. The Betikhan was alarmingly handsome and fierce. His face was tattooed with black ink, as were his arms. He was regal and menacing all at once. “We didn’t do anything to her. We were trying to find you,” she snapped, wanting to set the record straight.

  Quickly, Tulon stepped forward to tell the Betikhan how they had met Felicia and why they were looking after her. A look of rage passed over the young Betikhan’s face, but then as fast as it came, it went.

  “You can save her?” the Betikhan asked.

  “I will try,” said Tulon.

  “I will not leave her,” replied the Betikhan.

  “Rusty, can you get everyone to give us some space? Tulon, let him stay. You said we were racing against time, so let’s just do it. By the way, what do I do?” asked Rowena.

  Tulon moved closer to her. “Take my hand. No matter what, don’t let go. I will need to wield the magic into her cells. It could be painful.”

  Rowena did as he commanded, anxious to get things moving.

  “I will lend you my power as well,” offered the young Betikhan, kneeling down beside Felicia.

  “So be it,” replied Tulon, grasping Rowena’s hand tightly. “Don’t let go.”

  Rowena nodded. More than anything, she hoped he could pull off this miracle. The repercussions wouldn’t be good if he didn’t.

  A slow hum of energy sizzled the hairs on her body as the magic arced its way from Tulon through her and into Felicia. Rowena watched spellbound as Felicia’s body rose up with the force of the energy as it moved into her body. A red haze surrounded the four of them. She spared a quick glance at Tulon and noted the sweat pouring off his brow as he focused on the task at hand.

  A warm tingle traveled from her legs to her
mound, then up to her scalp. Then pain, the likes of which almost brought her to her four knees slammed deep into her. Through sheer willpower, she held tightly to Tulon’s hand.

  Instinctively, she knew that if she let go, the magic he was pouring into Felicia would evaporate. She felt Tulon’s arm muscles bunch as he concentrated on forcing the power to do his bidding. Red streaks of blood now marred his face. Yet still he pushed beyond his abilities. He did not let on that his body was on fire, like hers.

  This was the Tulon she had come to admire. He was brave, courageous and, more than that, he was determined and selfless to those in need. She showered him with love, wielding her own magic—letting him feel her emotion, hoping it would lend him strength.

  Then a blue haze filtered through the red and she saw Felicia open her eyes, heard her take a breath of air and come fully awake. Slowly, Tulon lowered her body back to the green grass.

  “What happened?” she asked, sitting up on her elbows, her eyes wide with fear as she took in the sight that greeted her.

  “Don’t be alarmed, Felicia,” said Rowena, forcing her large Centaur body to kneel. “Tulon fixed you and you’re going to be okay.” She noted how Felicia looked at her, bewildered. “You could also say he fixed me,” she said, smiling.

  Then Felicia turned her head. She looked the young male Betikhan up and down and then lazily smiled at him. “Who are you?” she asked, her voice husky with its suggestiveness.

  “I am your mate,” replied the male Betikhan. Then he promptly kissed her, making sure she knew he intended to claim her.

  Rowena blushed. Intimate displays of affection still caused her to bristle, but she was slowly getting used to the ways of the wild. She let Tulon drag her away from Felicia.

  Then a huge cry of delight filled the meadow when Tulon informed the Betikhans that Felicia, their lost princess, was okay.

  Rowena ached to be alone with Tulon. There were too many prying eyes watching their every move, but before she had a chance to say anything, the creature she despised materialized in front of her.

  “I can’t believe you cheated,” said Zickal, flashing into human form in front of them.

  “Cheat, me?” chimed Tulon.

  Rowena didn’t like the hard, calculated look on Tulon’s face. She watched as he flashed into human form next to Zickal. He looked like a man bent on revenge, but over what?

  “You want to talk about cheating. Why don’t you tell everyone, Zickal, how you became Prince of the Forest? I’m sure they would all like to hear the truth for a change.”

  Zickal snorted as he marched closer to Tulon. “What are you talking about?”

  Rowena watched as Tulon faced Zickal.

  Through gritted teeth, Tulon told everyone within hearing range how Zickal had tricked him into sleeping on the ovata, the marked black stone that was off-limits to Centaurs going through the thrush.

  The ovata was known for its ability to suck the magic from those who touch it and twist its power to those who stand within range. Zickal had tricked Tulon into sleeping on the black stone and then had siphoned off his magic to filter it into his being so he could flash into the unicorn, the one and only creature that was Prince of the Forest.

  Since the previous prince had died a decade ago, every creature in the forest had been awaiting the return of a new prince.

  “This is what they were really waiting for. I am your true prince,” stated Tulon, flashing himself into a unicorn. Black as a starless night, he stood regally proud before them. His horn was polished white and its brilliance shone around everyone in the meadow.

  Rowena watched as every creature knelt to pay homage to Tulon. They all knew his words were true. There was no hesitation. He was the real Prince of the Forest.

  Chapter Twelve

  When next Rowena looked, Zickal was gone. “Where did he go?”

  Instantly Tulon flashed back into his Centaur form. He bowed his head in acknowledgement of the creatures kneeling before him.

  “I am Tulon, your rightful prince. And this is Rowena, my mate,” he said, once again taking her hand. Before the kneeling assembly of Pegcentaurs and Betikhans, he gallantly kissed it. Then he flashed them away to a more private place.

  “Prince,” squeaked Rowena, flashing herself into human form. Wow, I’m actually getting used to this power.

  She watched, still in awe, as Tulon took human form. “Is that so bad?” he asked, licking his lips, as he lay down on a bed of tempra flowers, his muscled body gleaming in the sunlight.

  “I certainly hope so,” she replied wickedly, as she knelt between his legs.

  Without preamble, she took the long, hard length of his cock deep into the recesses of her mouth.

  Rowena knew the fertility curse was broken for her. She would never have to worry about that again. She had felt Tulon’s magic heal her from within. Scientifically, she longed to discover how he or the magic had done it.

  She wished with her soul she could heal all the Maida women who sought fertility or those that faced the ticking time bomb of the dreaded curse. But at the moment, with the tip of him teasing her mouth, she burned feverishly to have him wedged deep inside her body.

  As if he read her mind, he bucked his cock deep into her mouth, once and then twice. Then he withdrew and captured her waist to turn her around so that once again she was on her knees, begging for his pleasure. When he plunged deeply into her aching, wet pussy, she almost wept from the sheer pleasure of their joining.

  “Will you submit to my desires?” he asked, forcing her head down so that her cheek was resting on the wildflowers, so he could lick her neck, nip her shoulder blades and smack her ass.

  Ohh the delicious things he will do to me. She reached around to grasp his ass with one hand so he could pound faster and deeper within her weeping core.

  Without a doubt, Rowena knew that life with Tulon would never be boring and that he would ram her as often and in as many ways as he liked. That she leapt to his challenge and throbbed for release told her she had finally found her mate and she would let him love her wild.

  “Come for me, Rowena,” he demanded, once again smacking her pink, sensitive ass.

  “Yes,” she shouted, as she bucked hard against him, pushing up from her knees so that he could ram her, brand her and have his way with her.

  When his hand snaked around to her front to tightly pinch her nipples, she knew she couldn’t hold off any longer. She loved the feeling of how her inner muscles milked his cock.

  She felt the moment when she reached heaven and beyond, and she loved how he followed suit, his hot seed spurting deep into her.

  This she knew she would never tire of.

  “Love me wild, always,” she rasped, her body drained of all its energy, as Tulon gently lowered her to the warm flower petals.

  “With pleasure,” he replied, already claiming her mouth for a kiss, as his hands once again teased her still throbbing pussy.

  About the Author

  Vivacious by nature, I’m either baking or thinking up my next love scenes—talk about mixing ingredients. Trust me, the recipes are always delicious, especially if chocolate’s involved. I juggle writing in between my demanding four children and have discovered some of my best plot themes while driving the mini-van to and from places. I love a good night out on the town where I can discard the mom profile and dance to my heart’s content.

  Writing has always been my passion. I strongly believe in soul-mates and feel eternally lucky that I snatched mine up. The wilder side of me comes out in my erotic writings where I fuse lustful fantasy with the paranormal edge. I thoroughly enjoy making up worlds, hunky men that cause me to go weak in the knees and intelligent women who can also let their hair down.

  Renee welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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