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.But a man—only a faint odor tinted the air.An odor that must be days old.While they rode—despite the ache in his cock with Abby on his lap—Kir and his companions enjoyed light conversation.But the purpose of their ride was in every man’s eyes, as it was in Alexi’s and Awai’s.Kir’s scouts loped ahead, ensuring the way was clear and free of Balin’s traps, should the Sorcerer have entered his realm.Kir growled at the mere thought.If he got his hands on Balin, Kir would strangle the bastard for all that he had done to Mikaela as well as the kings and queens of Tarok.Now the King of Malachad was invading Kir’s territory, and it was even more personal.By the time the hunting party stopped for the evening, Kir wanted to fuck Abby so badly he could have taken her ten times over.But instead he swung down from his mount and scooped Abby up in his arms.When she was on her feet, standing before him, her cinnamon eyes were blazing, her head tilted up defiantly at him.O appeared to have the same expression plastered on his furry muzzle.Even though he wanted absurdly to smile, Kir kept his features and his voice stern.“Lower your gaze, wench, or you shall not be released from any of your bonds.”For a moment she refused to avoid eye contact with him, but she finally dropped her gaze.Prince Eral approached.His smile was too broad, the desire in his eyes too bright.He bowed.“Do you require my services, M’Lord?”Kir growled.The Prince’s grin grew.“Of course, I offer to take the animal, perhaps feed him?” His appreciative gazed scanned Abby from head to toe.Jealousy was an unfamiliar feeling and Kir did not like it.“Thank you, Prince Eral.”Eral bowed again then reached for O’s collar.“As always, it is my pleasure.” He began to drag the resisting dog away.When prince and dog disappeared, Kir turned his attention back to Abby.“Widen your stance,” he commanded.“Let me see your lovely quim.”Abby trembled with what he was certain was fury, but obeyed.Around them the warriors were setting up camp, including a tent for Lord Kir and Abby, as well as a tent each for the kings and their mates.He reached out and tweaked both her nipples with his fingers then pinched them hard.Abby gave a moan behind her gag and her features softened as she leaned into his touch.Just as he thought, she wanted him badly.How it would please—and torture—him to make her wait.“If you promise to remain quiet and to not attempt to run away I will release your bonds and your gag.Will you cooperate, wench?”Abby hesitated for just the slightest of moments then gave a nod.With satisfaction Kir moved behind her and untied her wrists.Before releasing her, he massaged her arms.Then he turned her around but she kept her gaze lowered.He reached behind her head and untied the scarf and dropped it to the forest floor.Abby gave a shuddering sigh of relief.He captured her chin in his hand and forced her to gaze up at him.Primal instinct took over and he crushed his mouth to hers, delving deep into her warmth.Gods, how that sweet mouth would feel upon his cock right now.In frustration he pushed her away.She looked up at him, a dazed expression on her face and lust in her eyes.“Join the women beside the fire,” he commanded.“Sit cross-legged, your thighs splayed wide, so that all might see the treasure that is mine.And only mine.”Abby’s eyes flared and as she turned away from him he almost laughed when she muttered under her breath, “Son of a bitch.”Why the woman’s stubbornness and fiery nature appealed to him so, he did not understand.But it made the ache in his loins grow and his desire for her almost too much to bear.She joined Awai and Alexi at the campfire.Both women were chatting and soon drew Abby into their conversation.Every now and then he would catch Abby’s glare but she sat as he had ordered her to, cross-legged on a blanket before the fire.Just the sight of her soft curls, moist folds, and engorged clit made him bite back a groan.To see other men stare at her with lust in their eyes made him want to growl and stake his territory right there for all to see.Kir had the feeling that Abby knew she was torturing him with his own form of punishment and was enjoying it too much as she spread her legs wider.His gaze darted towards Prince Eral, and as Kir expected, the man’s eyes were pinned on Abby.As he scanned the party, Kir noted that the prince wasn’t the only one enjoying the view.After dinner he could take no more.Kir took Abby by her hair and drew her up from her sitting position [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.But a man—only a faint odor tinted the air.An odor that must be days old.While they rode—despite the ache in his cock with Abby on his lap—Kir and his companions enjoyed light conversation.But the purpose of their ride was in every man’s eyes, as it was in Alexi’s and Awai’s.Kir’s scouts loped ahead, ensuring the way was clear and free of Balin’s traps, should the Sorcerer have entered his realm.Kir growled at the mere thought.If he got his hands on Balin, Kir would strangle the bastard for all that he had done to Mikaela as well as the kings and queens of Tarok.Now the King of Malachad was invading Kir’s territory, and it was even more personal.By the time the hunting party stopped for the evening, Kir wanted to fuck Abby so badly he could have taken her ten times over.But instead he swung down from his mount and scooped Abby up in his arms.When she was on her feet, standing before him, her cinnamon eyes were blazing, her head tilted up defiantly at him.O appeared to have the same expression plastered on his furry muzzle.Even though he wanted absurdly to smile, Kir kept his features and his voice stern.“Lower your gaze, wench, or you shall not be released from any of your bonds.”For a moment she refused to avoid eye contact with him, but she finally dropped her gaze.Prince Eral approached.His smile was too broad, the desire in his eyes too bright.He bowed.“Do you require my services, M’Lord?”Kir growled.The Prince’s grin grew.“Of course, I offer to take the animal, perhaps feed him?” His appreciative gazed scanned Abby from head to toe.Jealousy was an unfamiliar feeling and Kir did not like it.“Thank you, Prince Eral.”Eral bowed again then reached for O’s collar.“As always, it is my pleasure.” He began to drag the resisting dog away.When prince and dog disappeared, Kir turned his attention back to Abby.“Widen your stance,” he commanded.“Let me see your lovely quim.”Abby trembled with what he was certain was fury, but obeyed.Around them the warriors were setting up camp, including a tent for Lord Kir and Abby, as well as a tent each for the kings and their mates.He reached out and tweaked both her nipples with his fingers then pinched them hard.Abby gave a moan behind her gag and her features softened as she leaned into his touch.Just as he thought, she wanted him badly.How it would please—and torture—him to make her wait.“If you promise to remain quiet and to not attempt to run away I will release your bonds and your gag.Will you cooperate, wench?”Abby hesitated for just the slightest of moments then gave a nod.With satisfaction Kir moved behind her and untied her wrists.Before releasing her, he massaged her arms.Then he turned her around but she kept her gaze lowered.He reached behind her head and untied the scarf and dropped it to the forest floor.Abby gave a shuddering sigh of relief.He captured her chin in his hand and forced her to gaze up at him.Primal instinct took over and he crushed his mouth to hers, delving deep into her warmth.Gods, how that sweet mouth would feel upon his cock right now.In frustration he pushed her away.She looked up at him, a dazed expression on her face and lust in her eyes.“Join the women beside the fire,” he commanded.“Sit cross-legged, your thighs splayed wide, so that all might see the treasure that is mine.And only mine.”Abby’s eyes flared and as she turned away from him he almost laughed when she muttered under her breath, “Son of a bitch.”Why the woman’s stubbornness and fiery nature appealed to him so, he did not understand.But it made the ache in his loins grow and his desire for her almost too much to bear.She joined Awai and Alexi at the campfire.Both women were chatting and soon drew Abby into their conversation.Every now and then he would catch Abby’s glare but she sat as he had ordered her to, cross-legged on a blanket before the fire.Just the sight of her soft curls, moist folds, and engorged clit made him bite back a groan.To see other men stare at her with lust in their eyes made him want to growl and stake his territory right there for all to see.Kir had the feeling that Abby knew she was torturing him with his own form of punishment and was enjoying it too much as she spread her legs wider.His gaze darted towards Prince Eral, and as Kir expected, the man’s eyes were pinned on Abby.As he scanned the party, Kir noted that the prince wasn’t the only one enjoying the view.After dinner he could take no more.Kir took Abby by her hair and drew her up from her sitting position [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]