When Skye giggled, he dipped her over his arm so he could look her in the face. “Skye Blue, are you laughing at me?”
She wound her arms around his neck. “I think you’re perfect, but you are a little un-bending at times.”
“Is that so?” He traced her soft cheek with his finger. “What do you have in mind to loosen me up?”
“Hmmm, I don’t know. But I’m sure I can think of something.” A heavy flapping of wings caused them to sit up and draw apart. They were shocked to see a large owl land a few feet in front of them. Skye gasped.
“Be very still.” Noah instructed. “I’ve never seen an owl out like this in the daytime, nor one that has come so close.”
Skye’s heart was pounding. She looked deep into the animal’s eyes. “Sa hohchifo ut Skye.” The bird actually came closer, inching its way to where they sat. “Halito. Chim achukma?”
A powerful sense of belonging swept over her. The owl was an albino, a Great Horned owl, it came within touching distance, seemingly unafraid. Lights and images danced in Skye’s mind and she saw her mother and her father and Noah. Understanding crept into her heart. This was her spirit animal. “Yokoke.”
With her word of thanks, the majestic owl lifted off and flew away. Skye began to tremble.
“Wow,” was Noah’s initial response. “That was crazy. What did you say?”
Skye smiled, with tears in her eyes. “I said ‘My name is Skye. Hello. How are you? And Thank you.’ Not real deep conversation to have with a spirit.”
“Do you think that was a ghost of some kind?” Skepticism was in his tone.
“No, it was a bird. But she was my spirit animal, sent to give me a message. An owl usually announces death.” Noah clasped her hand. “But in my case, I think it means great change is coming. The owl tells me I will be able to see what others do not see, to have intuition and wisdom.” She let out a sigh of relief. “I can trust my instincts and have the capacity to see behind the masks that people wear.”
“What mask do I wear, Princess?” He held her chin in his hand.
Skye studied his face. “You do not want people to see your vulnerability. You hide behind the mask of perfection. You are so intelligent, but also afraid to trust.”
“I trust you,” he breathed as he let his lips gently rub against her own.
Could he trust her? Skye was battling her heart. She wanted to open up to Noah and throw herself in his arms. She wanted to confess her shame and seek to be worthy in his eyes. “I will keep you safe.” She promised. Even if it was from herself.
After their experience at Enchanted Rock, they had journeyed back to the cabin. “Perhaps you’ll meet your spirit animal before we leave.”
“Do you have to have Native American blood? I don’t think I do.” Actually, he realized, he had no clue was his background was. The thought was unsettling.
“I don’t think so. We are all sisters and brothers, no matter the color of our skin.”
He cupped the back of her neck. “The last think I want to be is your brother.”
Skye laughed. “You said you trusted me. Is that true?”
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation.
“Good. Tonight I want you to place yourself and your pleasure in my hands.”
***
Noah stayed hard for the rest of the evening while Skye prepared soup and cornbread and they ate in front of the fire. His cock ached as they cleaned up the dishes and took a walk in the evening air. “I want you.” He couldn’t wait any longer. Noah had faith that Skye was not like Harper, but he still had no idea what she intended for them to do. “I’m ready for you.” He put her hand over the straining erection in his jeans.
“Come.” She led him back to the cabin. Tonight she wore a long-sleeve buckskin dress of the palest ivory, decorated with red jasper and tiger’s eye beads. When they stood in front of the fire, she undressed him, even bending down to remove his boots. “Tonight, I will show you what it means to give up control.”
“I don’t know…” Images flowed through Noah’s head of whips and chains and black leather. Even though he knew his brother and Avery’s lifestyle included some of those things, he was still unconvinced he could ever enjoy the power exchange they spoke of.
“Don’t worry. I promise you. You will enjoy what I’m about to do.” Skye had only read of this, but she wanted to try. “I am not playing by any set of rules. I only want to please you with my body.”
“Damn.” How could he argue with that?
Taking four lengths of rope she’d found in the storage room, she waited for him to lie down. And even though she could never have controlled this big man, he allowed her to tie him to the posts of the bed.
Skye marveled at his bulging muscles. “You could break these bonds, I’m sure. But give me the chance to show you how freeing it is to let someone else show you love.”
Her words sounded nothing like any he’d ever heard from Harper or from his brother. “Show me, Princess.”
Skye stood and stepped away from him, allowing an ancient rhythm to come into her mind. She could hear the beating of drums and the cries of warriors as they mated with their chosen ones. As if the sounds were echoing in the room, Skye began to dance the way she’d seen her people do. Graceful motions with her arms and a swaying of her body, and as she danced, she began to disrobe until she stood before him proudly—naked.
Noah held his head upright and beheld the vision. Her hair was a cloud of ebony that floated behind her as she moved. The light from the flames made her skin glow and her eyes dance with the mysteries of life. “You are exquisite.”
Going to the foot of the bed, Skye surveyed the strong, sexy man who had come to mean the world to her. Tonight she wanted to give him the gift of pleasure and the gift of trust. Already his cock stood at attention. It was full on-board, even if he had reservations. “My body craves yours,” she told him.
“Feed your craving,” he whispered, bucking his hips up in the air, making his cock bob.
“In time, in good time.” She trailed her fingers over his feet and watched his toes curl in anticipation. “I want to touch you...everywhere.” Bending, she swayed over him, her breasts dangling down, her nipples hard. Caressing his legs, from knee to ankle, Skye began to delicately lick his skin. The arch of his foot. The hair-roughened skin of his leg. The hard cap of his knee. Nowhere did she leave unattended. By the time she worked her way up to his thighs, Noah was groaning.
“I won’t survive this.” He pulled at the ropes which held him spread-eagle and at her mercy. The light little licks and nibbles were pushing him closer and closer to the edge. “Put me out of my misery.”
A lilting feminine laugh told him his command would go unanswered. Standing to his right, she soothed her palms over his stomach, the flatness just below his navel, letting her fingers massage the light stubble over his cock. “You manscape.” She winked at him. “I’ve considered getting waxed instead of trimming. Any thoughts?”
“Come up closer and let me check you out. If you’ll sit on my face, I could see better.” Noah was desperate to touch her, to taste her. “I need to check your pussy out, up close and personal.”
“Patience, my warrior.” With precisely applied licks, she traced his abs and kissed her way to his pecs, gracing each nipple with a bit of stimulation. Noah let out a harsh cry of need.
“Skye, I swear to God!”
She ignored his outcry and sought to show him how she felt—with touch.” Trailing her hair across his chest, she teased him. Placing her hands on his pecs, she kneaded, rubbed, caressed—circular motions that proved his nipples were as sensitive as her own. Leaning in, she nipped his earlobe, then licked and kissed a trail from his Adam’s apple to his lips. “I need you,” she whispered as she captured his lips and stole a kiss.
Velvety texture and flaming heat, those were two sensations Noah would equate with Skye Blue for the rest of his life. “God, now what are you doing?” He watched her trail a hand down his body as she went once more to his feet. “Temptress.” With a smile as seductive as Venus, she went on all fours and began to crawl up his body. “Let me go, I need to touch you.” He ground out the words between clenched teeth.
“No, cowboy, sorry.” She licked his cock, just one sweet swipe. “We’re doing this my way.” Lowering her body to his, she proceeded to toy with him. With graceful movements, she rubbed her entire body, from breasts to mound against him. Her nipples caught in the hair of his thighs. She skated upward across his belly, soothing her body on his, until they were breast to chest and lip to lip. Once, twice, she repeated the process. A full body massage. “Feel good?”
“Fuck!” he groaned. “I’m going to blow. My cock is throbbing and leaking. Please, baby, please,” he begged.
“Just a bit longer. I love to tease you.” She sat on his chest and took her breast in her hand, rubbing the nipple over his face, moaning as his stubble scraped tantalizingly across the sensitive nub. When she nudged it against his lips. He opened his mouth and tried to capture the sweet morsel. “Hungry?”
“Starving,” he snapped. “Feed me, Skye. Let me suck your tits and eat your pussy.”
Placing a palm on each of his arms, she rubbed him from wrist to shoulder, and while she did, her breasts bounced and she scrubbed her creamy vulva on the hardened muscles of his abdomen. “I’m in need, too, Noah.” She seduced him with her words, with her eyes, with her body.
“Skye!” he bellowed.
She laughed and finally rewarded him. Placing her arms on either side of his head, she gave him access to her tits. By this time he was frantic in his need, so turned on he was shuddering. Voraciously, he sucked, nipped and devoured. Skye couldn’t help but groan. “God, Noah. More, more!”
Noah was past coherent thought. He was mad with lust. Making hungry noises, he nipped at her nipples and tongued the sweet peaks. She moved from side to side, letting the soft globes massage his face. God, this was the sexiest fuckin’ thing he’d ever experienced. She was a goddess, a vixen—an absolute dream. And when she moved farther up his body and offered her sex to him, he almost cried with relief. “Lower!” he commanded. And when she sank down on him, he groaned his satisfaction. With repeated licks and laves, he ate her out, licking and kissing from her clit down to the soft, tender gate of her pussy. He gloried in her taste, in the sweet cream that was coating his face, covering his lips, giving him sustenance and nourishing his soul.
Skye closed her eyes in abandon, as she rode his face, gently lower and raising herself as he kept his mouth buried between her labia lips. “Noah, my love,” she whispered as lights of ecstasy began to dance behind her eyes.
“Enough!” he cried and with four strong jerks he broke the ropes free. One post cracked with the strain and he rolled her over, burying his cock to the hilt inside of her.
She took him—every torturously gratifying inch. He placed his forehead against her, staring into her soul and began to move his hips. God, the man was a master. He undulated his hips, pulling in and out, stroking, thrusting, fucking her so possessively and thoroughly that she found herself pushing upward, wrapping her legs around his waist, claiming him as completely as he was claiming her. Christ, she loved to touch him. Reverently she combed her fingers through the sweat-dampened hair on his chest, raking her nails down his abs and then rubbing back up again. And as she petted him, he pumped into her over and over again, burning her, stretching her, filling her to the brim with his strutted, desperate cock.
Her pussy tightened around him. She loved the feeling of blood throbbing in his shaft. Noah was so thick that none of her escaped. He fit her perfectly. She could feel every vein and every ridge. Rhythmically, she milked him, deliberately squeezing and grasping and he groaned his approval. Skye found these movements increased her pleasure, so she repeated them until he was tossing his head from side to side.
Noah let out a harsh roar, his hips jerking with the pleasure she was giving him. His balls tightened, he flexed his cock, pulsing inside her with the need to cum. Bending low, he set his lips to hers and gave over to the most basic primal urge known to man. He fucked her long, hard, fast, in and out, in and out, his whole body quaking with total desperation to find release.
Skye moaned into his kiss. He was wildfire in her veins. She grasped handfuls of his hair and clung to him with everything she had. Each forceful stroke, each jack-hammer thrust pushed her higher and higher until she couldn’t hold back—everything went white. Hot white. She could feel a vacuum of sensation sucking her in. Pleasure such as she’d never known before swept over her. Her orgasm detonated her senses and caused her womb to contract with such force she screamed.
Never. Never. Never had she even dreamed such a wonder was possible. Her gasps against Noah’s throat became a wail when he thrust into her hard one more time and cried out his own release. Forceful blasts of semen jetted inside of her, making her feel connected, wanted, valued. For this singular, spectacular moment she felt loved.
CHAPTER SIX
Skye Blue astride a horse was a thing of beauty. She rode bareback, sitting on nothing but a brightly colored woven blanket. Her tanned legs were bare, grasping on to that lucky son- of-a-bitchin horse. The signature doe-soft, leather dress she wore was pink this time—the softest baby pink, the same pink as her pussy. He hung back just to enjoy the view.
Barry Felts had been prepared. He knew Skye liked to ride and she loved to shoot, a bow and arrow, that is. Noah had hunted deer with a bow, but whether or not he was in the same league with Skye was doubtful. That didn’t matter. He found her totally sexy and a joy to be around. Was he falling in love with her? Or was it a heart-felt reaction based on the emotional setbacks he’d experienced. He didn’t know and right now, he didn’t care. At this moment there was no one on the face of the earth he’d rather be with—unless it was Aron. God! He shook his head, trying to dispel the grief which wracked his soul every time his brother crossed his mind.
“Come on, slow-poke,” she called over her shoulder. We have places to be and things to shoot!”
Ah, a woman after his own heart. But he didn’t come up even with her. The view of her heart-shaped ass as it bounced on the back of that horse was too sweet of a view to miss. “Let’s stop here.” She motioned. With utter grace, she dismounted in one fluid motion. Just looking at her beautiful face and body took him right back to last night, the most amazing night of his life. Noah had never enjoyed sex more. Not even close. She’d been perfect. He’d never known being teased and seduced could be the height of eroticism. He wanted to do it again and again, not just that one scenario. He wanted to explore the wonders of lovemaking with Skye, the full and complete spectrum.
He stopped his horse, got off and staked it by hers. “What’s on your mind, Zena Warrior Princess?”
She could have no more prevented the shadow from crossing her fact than she could have kept the wind from blowing. Little Warrior. The nick-name they’d hurled at her for refusing to let people be mistreated. She’d fought, sometimes she had prevailed, but every time she’d been punished. “Want to try for supper?”
“Rabbit?” He wondered. “Whitetail?” Deer would be harder to track, but make for more food. What they couldn’t eat, he would dress and leave for Mr. Felts.
“Child’s play,” she scoffed.
“Oh, really.” What did she have in mind? “Duck?”
“Bullhead catfish.”
Shit. He followed her to the stream. She scampered ahead of him, totally happy. Sometimes he could pick up a sense of sorrow on her face, but she never let it show for very long. “We’re gonna shoot a catfish with a bow and arrow?”
“Well, I am,” she drawled. “I don’t know a
bout you.”
“Ha! You’re sounding a little cocky, Princess!”
Whirling around, she faced him. “Me, cocky? I think you have that description covered.” Turning, she took his breath away. Bending over just a bit, she lifted her skirt, flipping it up just enough for him to see she was bare-ass naked beneath it. “What the hell!”
With a delighted laugh, she took off, all that ebony hair flowing in the breeze behind her. Noah felt like he was caught in a whirlpool of excitement. His heart pounded at the complete elation he felt in her presence. Running, he caught up with her. When they stopped at the bank of the creek, he drew her to him. “I didn’t tell you what last night meant to me. I didn’t know sex could be like that, you’re amazing. I have never been so excited, so totally turned on in my life.” Bending down, he slanted his lips over hers, drinking in her sweetness.
“I enjoyed it too, and I’m so glad I didn’t repulse you.” She’d thought it possible, knowing his adverse reaction to BDSM. Not that what she’d done was anyway close, but he had been restrained and she did have her wicked way with him.
“Never. Tonight we’ll have even more fun.”
“Good, it’s a date.”
Date—when they got back to Tebow, he was going to ask her out on a serious date. The Cattle Barron’s Ball hadn’t counted. Watching her get ready to fish, he did the same. Felts had set them up with compound bows fitted with a reel on the front. “Take off your shoes.”
“I bet that water is ice-cold,” he grumbled.
“Count on it. It’ll make your blood pump.”
“It’ll make my cock shrink and my balls draw up.”
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