Stallion of Ash and Flame (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

“You feel wrong...and you don’t.” Her anguish seared through him, even as she stood on tiptoe, her mouth just beneath his. “I’ve never been a good judge—”

Trail took her lips, claiming her. He kissed her fiercely, with all the passion and need ripping through his body. Not releasing her mouth, he wrapped his arms around her. His rut boiled his blood, and he crushed her against him, no compromise. He crushed her ripe lips with another kiss while he captured the back of her head. God, he enjoyed the hell out of how she kissed him back, all feminine flame and wildness. Her arms grabbed his neck and she clung tightly, obviously wanting more from their kisses. Her lips slid and nibbled his brazenly, yet with a finesse he’d never known.

Equine Eros, she was driving him even stud crazier. Bracing his legs wide, he anchored her against his frame with one arm. His blazing cock buried itself in the sweet softness of her belly as he tasted the lush textures of her frenzied mouth, a relentless dance of pleasure, as far he was concerned. And from her unbridled enthusiasm, he guessed pleasure burned wickedly through her. She sure showed no signs of wanting him to quit. Just the opposite.

The moment he opened his mouth, caressing her lips passionately with his, she matched him, moaning. Their open-mouth kisses eventually slowed to a sultry and sensual tangle of their lips. Sliding his hand up her strong small back, he deliberately stroked her, then seized her hair in his fist. Tugging, he forced her face to absolute stillness beneath his before trapping her lips with his insatiable hunger, and with his desire only for her. Kissing her ravenously, he plundered her mouth until she yielded and whimpered unceasingly.

His breath pumping raw and fast, he broke their kiss before he dived his tongue inside her mouth and conquered her like a primitive. Instinctively he knew it wasn’t what she wanted or needed from him. Not yet.

She would.

She cried out in protest, her head arching back in surrender, her breasts thrusting tighter against his chest, sumptuous and exquisite. Her rigid nipples pleaded for more. More of him and for more of how he wanted to pleasure them.

Trail kept his hand roaming over her back. He kept her imprisoned against him, staring at the beautiful creaminess of her throat.

“Oh, god, you can kiss.” Her voice was all breath and sizzle, while her curves begged for the hard angles of his body. “If I...I let this...this happen. It can’t happen again.” He heard every wound she’d experienced with a male’s mishandling of her.

In that instant, he decided to remedy them all. As her
mate
he would take care of her, not as duty, but because he wanted it with his soul. Trail bent to her throat, pressing tender kisses along the length. The satiny heat of her skin, especially the taste of her, scalded him with pleasure. He paused, savoring the hollow of her throat, and nuzzled her.

“No wonder,” she murmured. “No wonder they all want a repeat performance.”

Anger surged through him, ferocious as the black
fires of his world. He gripped her hair forcefully, and jerked. “This is for you. Only for you. I’ve never done this with another woman.”

Her eyelids flew open, her gaze startled, her eyes brilliant pools of turquoise. She said nothing, only swallowing convulsively. Trail nipped a path up her throat lightly, then kissed along the underside of her chin. He seized her lips with the strength of his for long moments before he gentled her mouth with soft lingering kisses.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders inflaming his primal need for her. “Trail,” she whispered against his mouth. A moment later, the realization of how she’d spoken his name sank in. “What are you doing to me?”

He wasn’t about to tell her. She could retaliate later, his woman. Kick him, bite him, chase him with her bared teeth, he didn’t care. Her protection came first. And so did his stallion claim of her. He burned viciously, like a wind-driven wildfire to
mate
her.

“What I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you.” Loosing her hair from his fist, he swept his fingertips down her throat and let one finger slip between her breasts. He tantalized the swells of her cleavage with the brushing strokes of his forefinger.

She keened a sound of bliss. Matching the rhythm of his finger, she rocked her woman’s mound on the base of his cock, riding him. If his cock could have unzipped his jeans, it would have.

“Seneca,” he growled. Cupping her ass, he groaned loud and harsh. She felt even better than he’d imagined, which had been over and over. “God, I want you.”

Drawing in a rapid large breath, she expelled it. “You can’t use a condom.” She stilled, making his cock go ballistic and pulse like a demon. Shaking slightly, she pulled in another huge breath and released it. “If you...if you want to be with me.”

Damn the situation. What did he tell her? That his physiology wouldn’t allow for any disease in her world, making him a safe sex partner. Or that he couldn’t impregnate her
,
unless they were in his world. What should he say as a man from Earth?

“Why?” he rasped. Splaying his hand above her breasts, he caressed and attempted to focus on being just human.

Her chest heaved, and she nervously stroked his shoulders. “I’m allergic. It, it tears me up inside. Besides—”

“Besides,” he encouraged. Trail let his hand rove over the spectacular curves of her butt.

“Besides, I can...I know what to use if...if...”

“Don’t worry.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “I know I sound like a man who will say anything. Seneca, I’m no danger to you. I swear.” He nuzzled into the thickness of her gorgeous hair. The scent entered his bloodstream like an aphrodisiac. “I swear it.”

She trembled, her hands rapidly floating back and forth over his shoulders. “I shouldn’t trust you. There’s no reason, but I do. God, help me, I do. Maybe, it’s intuition—”

Halting her words, he sensually moved his lips down the side of her face, found her lips and kissed her deeply, and for a long time. It felt as if he brought her essence into himself. Her response was tentative, yet willing. He realized she couldn’t give that much of herself, not yet. He knew what she could give him. What she wanted to give.

He nipped her bottom lip and used his lips to bite her chin. He nibbled down the side of her neck and grazed her with his teeth. She moaned wildly, rocking her swollen sex on his grateful shaft. “Please,” she desperately whispered. “Please, you make me ache like I’m in heat.”

Trail rejoiced, mentally kicking up his heels. His intention to
mate
her must be influencing her hormones already. Like a man possessed by every possible lust, he swept his hands all over her body while he nipped her shoulder with furious kisses. She lunged even closer against him, flattening her breasts on his chest

and boldly bucking her hips. With her sex lips enfolding his cock, he felt her sweltering wetness even through her pants and his jeans.

Wanting her entirely at his mercy before he hauled her off to her bedroom, he seized her butt cheeks, lifting her so she wrapped her beautifully
shaped legs around him and pressed her hot plump sex more snugly against his shaft.

“Oh, god,” she whimpered. “Your cock feels hard as steel.” She strained, riding up and down his length as she could. “And hot as blazes.”

“Blazing and ready for you,” he growled like a mindless heathen.

“God, I hope you make it good.” She paused, her untamed little pants singeing his neck. “I couldn’t stand it if—”

“Better than you’ve ever had,” he promised. Lowering his head, he seared his mouth down her breastbone until he nipped kisses over the warm apple-round swells of her breasts. God, he had to have her completely naked soon.

She arched back, her hands clinging to his upper arms, offering her breasts. Forcing her top downward with his chin, he planted frenzied kisses on as much of her bare skin as he could reach. He nibbled wildly over her succulent perfect curves. She tasted divine, and she tasted of Earth’s fire, different than how the flames of his world tasted.

“Nipples,” she moaned. “Please.” Utterly impassioned, she clamped her thighs like a vise and bowed her back even more, thrusting her pebble-hard nipples toward his mouth.

Strongly, he nuzzled around the peak of one breast. She whimpered loudly, straining to shove her nipple between his lips. He bit through the cloth with his lips, then laved the elongated bud with his tongue, completely saturating her shirt with his saliva, his hunger. Hell, he loved her tits. And he planned to feast on their sexy delights often. Gripping her nipple with his teeth, he tugged, demanding her pleasure.

“Oh, god, Trail...yes.” She strained as he continued teasing her aroused flesh, wanting only more of what he gave her. “Bite me, please.”

His fierce little filly, Eros, yes. He clenched her teat with his teeth. She keened loud moans, tightly bouncing her sex, her
hiarrus
in his language, on the middle of his cock. He bit down harder. She whimpered long and soft, forcing her clit against his shaft.

“Don’t let go,” she begged. He pulled on her teat keeping his teeth clamped on the huge erotic bud as he licked the end with the flicking movement of his tongue. “Yes.” Ecstasy claimed her voice. Her
hiarrus
swelled around the shape of his cock, and her clit jerked, a tiny sensation that throbbed his brutally engorged shaft. “Let me come...please.”

She’d spoken desperately, as if he would deny her.

He squeezed her ass roughly and held her on his cock. He trapped her nipple with the savagery of his teeth and pulled her teat until she squealed with relentless pleasure. Quickly, she swooned backwards, her orgasm claiming her body. Releasing her nipple, he caught the middle of her back and watched her orgasm rip up her face. Her features softened. Her skin glowed pearlescent, and her eyelids appeared nearly transparent.

God, he loved her.

He closed his own eyes for a split second. He’d known all along he’d fallen hoof over mane for her. The truth he’d allowed to emerge from deep inside himself didn’t exactly surprise him. Yet—

It did.

His race wasn’t supposed to fall in love with an Earth woman. Lust, yes. A passionate affair and true caring, yes.

Not love. Not this love from his soul. Not this rapid, all-consuming beat of his heart for her.

Why?

He had no time to understand why. He knew they, the operatives, in the van still listened.

He didn’t care.

There was only her.

There was only
mating
her.

For now, there was only what they shared.

“Trail.” Her thread-thin voice wrapped around his core. “Take me. Lay me on the floor and use that large hard cock of yours to impale me.” She moved a bit, as if she would rise up to him. “Please.”

Eros gods despise him, as if he wanted to do anything else. He knelt with her, placed her on the thick braided rug carefully, and practically tore away her t-shirt as he removed it from her. She moaned as the air hit her sexually heated flesh. And she moaned, he knew, because she’d gone partially into shock over what had occurred between them and what would occur.

No, his Seneca had never even suspected this would happen. She had been used to denying herself, used to denying every male who wanted her. For a long time now.

Gazing at her luscious breasts, he untied the drawstring of her pants, then watched her instinctively hug herself and shiver. He jerked downward, whipping them off her. He already knew she’d worn no underwear, not as an enticement. For her, it was a matter of comfort. Her flaming copper curls threw him for a carnal loop. He hesitated, staring. He wanted to dive his nose in and taste every fold and crevice of her, taste every drop of her fiery female musk. He wanted to feel her
hiarrus
with his lips, his tongue, his face.

Later, he promised himself as he grabbed his t-shirt, shedding it in one swift motion. His cock would never forgive him if he didn’t do what she’d asked for. He pulsed hard, his shaft threatening to explode with cum. Hell, he wanted to fuck her, to impale her, his need utterly primitive. He unzipped his jeans gingerly, shoving them downward as he stood up. Not surprisingly, his mating seed thickly covered the head of his shaft.

He kicked out of his jeans, staring at her naked beauty. Neither one of them had bothered with shoes. Frozen as an untried stud, he merely looked upon her, captivated by the incredible round beauty of her womanly curves, and by the extreme indentation of her lovely waist. Still, she was athletically strong like the warrioress women-mares of his world.

The sharp contrast of her copper-fire tresses against her creamy golden skin had him falling to his knees before her. She parted her thighs, an invitation, and he swept his greedy gaze over the voluptuous shape of her long inner thighs. His paradise. Not only now, but eventually when she wrapped her legs around him and rode him as stallion. As she would, once they were mated.

God, he wanted that.

“Seneca.” He gazed into her sky eyes, into the dark and light of her emotions. She was frightened, yet her raging desire for him overcame her fear. “Give me your palms,” he encouraged.

She placed her hands on either side of her head, watching intensely as he lowered himself above her. He captured her palms with his, enjoying her little smooth hands in mating union with his. Nudging her thighs wider with his knees, he aimed his heavy straining cock.

He knew what she wanted. He smelled it on her, felt it in the tension and position of her body as she waited for his strike inside her
hiarrus
sheath. God, his mare burned for him, sultry with her juices. Trail slammed his cock inside her. Thrusting hard, he lanced to her core, and stopped. She relished silently for long moments, then whimpered with female satisfaction. He waited as her whole body sighed beneath him.