by Colette Gale
“It’s best if no one knows where I’ve taken you, my enchantress,” he murmured into her ear as they galloped through a heavy forest on some path she couldn’t discern. “Belmar will help you, and when you return to me, all will be well. Now, relax, my love. Our ride is not short—nor is it easy, which is why you must ride like a man.”
But Jane could not relax or ease her mind. It wasn’t due to trepidation about Belmar, the sorcerer…it was solely due to the feel of Akenov’s steely muscles around her: his arm banding around her waist, just beneath her breasts, his thighs tight behind hers as they gripped the horse. The warmth and power from his torso bled through the two layers of heavy linen she wore, and she could not erase the memory of its shape and texture and strength.
As if he read her mind, Akenov slowed their gallop to little more than a canter. But his arm nudged up beneath her breasts, and she felt him drag in a deep breath very close to her ear and throat. Immediately behind her, prodding the lower cleft of her arse, she felt the stiff swelling of his cock.
“Jane,” he murmured, shifting in the saddle behind her. “By the gods, I was a fool to—”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but instead, sat back further on the saddle, putting space between their steaming bodies.
But that didn’t last very long, for all at once, he shifted and pushed his body closer to hers, shoving her forward. She fell over the horse’s neck, and gripped it tightly as her quim settled at the juncture of the beast’s neck and back, which rolled and shifted beneath her.
Jane stifled a moan as his hands came around to cover her breasts and his hot breath nuzzled along the back of her neck. The prod of his cock was still shielded by their layers of clothing, but no less insistent or noticeable. The movement of the horse beneath her ready, hot pip made her wet and breathless. Oh God, she thought, and tried to shift herself into a more favorable position.
“Jane,” Akenov murmured, pulling her back closer to him. “You make me lose my mind.” He kneaded her soft breasts and pinched her nipples gently so she gasped and shivered, pressing herself harder against the moving flesh beneath her. He inched closer, and she felt the steel-like bulge pressing under the cleft of her arse and now she angled back against him, teasing, and desperate to feel him.
They rode for a moment, their breaths dark and rough, Jane sliding and shifting desperately as he played with her, kissed her, pressed against her. They jolted and rolled with each movement of the horse, gasping and panting in the night.
Please, she thought, blinded by lust. “Oh, please…”
Then, just as she thought she was going to explode, he gave a violent curse and reared back, away from her. He was so sudden, his grip loosened and the horse reared wildly, its hooves pawing the night sky. Jane nearly tumbled free, but Akenov caught her just in time.
She didn’t have to turn around to know he was furious—at himself, at her, at the situation—and after that, he bunched up her cloak between them, then kicked the horse into full speed. They tore through the forest and up a wild, stony trail on the side of the mountain without stopping.
The moon was high, and the stars blazing a swath across the night sky when they finally reached a small, flat patch of grass on the side of the mountain. A platoon-sized boulder sat like a squat guard, and beyond it, Jane caught the glimpse of a heavy wooden door set into the side of the mountain. Just above them she caught a glimpse of a yellow light that was neither star nor planet.
She felt a thrill of fear as Akenov swung off the horse, then tied its reins to a nearby sapling.
“The sorcerer’s lair,” he said, his voice grim and flat as he pulled her down from the mount.
Her knees were shaky and her head was light, and she swooned a bit into his arms. Please, she thought. “Please,” she whispered. “Akenov, I want you. Take me.”
Akenov groaned deep in his throat, and shoved her away. “Temptress. Enchantress. I’ll not be weak,” he muttered, then turned briefly to make certain his horse was secure.
He turned back to face her, hands on his hips, eyes blazing with determination and desire. “You’ll see the sorcerer. He’ll make you forget your beloved Zaren.”
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