“You’ll be lucky if we ever come back to this Ares-forsaken tavern again,” Sima said, pulling her skirt down over her ass, where it had ridden up.
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Garon cast chiding eyes. “Now, now, calm down. You know no one will pay you better for doing what you enjoy.”
“Even so,” Janya said, “you’re cruel. You treat us like…like…” Laela sensed Janya’s growing frustration. “Tonight, Garon, you’re treating us like
most
men treat women in Caralon! And you’re not usually that way.”
Garon blinked slowly, looking thoughtful, then said gently, “Only for tonight, girls. I don’t mean to treat you badly. I just…want to be alone with Laela now, that’s all.”
Neither woman looked appeased, though, and Laela wanted to calm them if she could. She lifted on her elbows and said, “Thank you. Thank you both. I’m sorry you must leave, but I…well, I enjoyed our time together very much.”
Her words seemed to have the desired effect, at least a little. Janya leaned down to bestow soft kisses to her lips, and when she moved away Sima took her place at the bedside, kneeling there to impart a sensual tongue kiss as she reached to twirl Laela’s nipple between two fingers in a way that left her hissing with pleasure as the kiss reached its end.
As the two women made their way toward the door, Garon held out open arms. “A hug?” he asked them, his voice playful.
Janya only rolled her eyes and marched past, and Sima ignored him altogether, not even glancing in his direction. She only looked back when she reached the bedroom door to say, “I’ll grant you this—you were right. She’s not such an innocent little girl, after all. Too bad for you, though, that we want
her
now more than
you
.” And then she disappeared through the doorway, her nose lifted in the air for her departure.
Garon grinned after them, clearly not bothered by the drama, then looked back to Laela—who had realized she was overcome with heat, not just from lust and orgasm, but because a particularly hot day had kept the night air too warm. “That was quite cruel of you,” she said pointedly, sitting up to begin shedding her disheveled clothing in an attempt to cool down a bit.
“Perhaps,” he said, mischievous expression still in place, “but I did it for you.”
“I think not. I think you did it for
you
. I was perfectly content to continue experimenting with Sima and Janya. Speaking of which, do you think they will wonder where I came from now?” She couldn’t help worrying that Sima might press her or Garon for more information which, of course, they couldn’t give.
Garon shook his head. “I think now that she likes you better, she won’t care—she’ll just want you for sex. And should she ask again, I’ll make up a tale—you ran away from a wealthy but abusive father in the north.”
On impulse, Laela stood and walked naked out into the tavern, where she knew a basin of water could be found. “All right, that sounds like a good plan.”
Garon followed behind her, seeming to forget the conversation. “Where in Ares name are you going? I just got you alone.”
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She looked briefly over her shoulder. “I’m hot. I need to cool down.” And on a mission to do just that, she flung open a set of closed shutters, allowing the full moon to light the room and a bit of fresh air to waft in, as well. Approaching the basin in the serving area, she found a sea sponge, immersed it in the water, and smoothed it refreshingly over her neck and chest. Rivulets ran down over her breasts and belly, making her sigh with relief. “Ah,” she said.
A light growl of arousal drew her look back to Garon, who now eyed her like a hungry man who’d just spotted his next meal.
“You appear impatient,” she said, enjoying his lust.
He narrowed his gaze on her darkly. “Do you realize what I’ve suffered tonight, saving my cock for you?”
Running the wet sponge across the tops of her breasts, she tilted her head, curious and surprised. “Saving?”
“I could have fucked any of you tonight at any time—earlier, when the tavern was full, or just now, in the bedchamber. And believe me, I wanted to. My cock is so hard it hurts, princess.” He took a step toward her. “But I didn’t. Do you know why?”
She shook her head, feeling unduly beautiful and sensual with his eyes on her, with him moving slowly closer to her. When she’d come out here, she’d actually intended to be angry with him for being so mean to the other girls, but now that was long since forgotten.
“Because I wanted
you,
Laela,” he said. “
Only
you. Alone. But I wanted to pleasure you first. With my hand. With my eyes. With Janya and Sima.” He came nearer still across the shadowy room. “And right now…” He gave her a long once-over. “Ares—do you have any idea how good you look like this, naked and wet?”
She’d never seen Garon quite so…intent. She’d seen him gruff, and she’d seen him playful. She’d seen him be all business and conversely, she’d seen unexpected emotions in his eyes. But she’d never seen him appear so much like a hungry predator, a man who was going to get what he wanted, no matter what it took.
“Do I?” she whispered. She’d just come, moments ago, but the sense of him being on the prowl for her in this new, feral way had her pussy humming again. “Do I look good to you wet?”
He gave a slow, deliberate nod. “And if I were a more patient man, I’d fill a wooden tub and give you a very thorough bath, running that sponge over every delectable inch of your soft body. But my patience for tonight is over, princess. I’m not saving this hot, hard cock another minute.”
With that, he enclosed her in a rough embrace, clamped his hands on her ass, and hoisted her up into his arms. Every nerve ending in Laela’s body perked to life at being captured in his masculinity. Soft women’s bodies—they’d been undeniably pleasant; but she’d known even while they were kissing and touching her that her much greater desire was for a
man
—a
strong, hard-bodied
man. Garon’s grip on her was enough to
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send bolts of lightning darting through her as he pushed her back against the plank wall next to the open window.
His cock crushed against her cunt and she groaned at the feel of the warm, stretched leather pressing at the naked flesh between her thighs, needing what strained underneath. She reached between them, working frantically at the lacings of his pants, bound so tight over his enormous erection.
“Hurry,” he breathed. “I can’t wait anymore.”
She couldn’t either. She’d wanted to tell herself she could, wanted to chastise him for being so selfish—but she needed his cock just as badly as she knew he needed to get it inside her.
Finally, after much tugging, his magnificent shaft popped free, stretching hard and hot up his muscled stomach. Laela wrapped her fist tight around it, guiding it toward the hungry spot between her legs. “Yes, oh yes,” she whispered heatedly as the head found her moisture and he began to push. She lifted one leg over his hip, locking it there.
As he sank home, they both cried out—hers a high squeal, his a low grunt of deep satisfaction. Laela looked into his eyes as he began to pump into her, then she bracketed his stubbled face in her hands and lifted her mouth to his.
The inexorably tender kisses from Janya and Sima had been pleasurable experimentation, but
this
, Garon’s mouth hard and urgent on hers, was what she needed. His demanding tongue kisses shot fire down through her breasts into her belly as he gripped her ass, lifting her up as she wrapped both legs around him and began to undulate.
“So wet,” he whispered. “So slick for me.”
She could
hear
how wet she was as he thrust in and out of her. And the measure of his excitement turned her wild in his arms—more than she’d ever been with him before. She wanted to touch him everywhere—her fingernails clawing at his neck and shoulders, his chest and arms. He rained hungry kisses across her face, neck, shoulders.
And then, suddenly, things slowed. A breeze from the window washed over them—lightly lifting her hair, making them both sigh at the refreshing relief it brought. Her quest into the tavern for coolness had made her much hotter instead.
“Look at us,” he said softly. “Together.” He glanced down between their bodies, where his joined to hers, so she did, too.
“Oh…” she said, taken by the raw beauty of him entering her, thinking of such a prominent part of him being inside her, of their bodies truly being interlocked that way.
It drove her to push against him, still slower than before—a sensual grind that made her eyelids droop with lusty pleasure as her lover offered a deep moan.
As she moved, letting her body guide her, his grip on her ass tightened and he squeezed, providing such exquisite pleasure through her nether regions that it carried her deeper into that place of nothing but hot joy, nothing but working toward the peak.
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Her clit connected with his body above his incredibly stiff shaft, rubbing perfectly, perfectly. Another breeze wafted in, seeming to constrict her nipples into even harder buds as they kissed, soft, deep, and finally he whispered, “My beautiful princess, come for me.”
And like earlier—she did, the orgasm deep and sweet and long, the pulses of pleasure the warmest sensation that had ever echoed through her. Ares help her—was it possible to die of pleasure?
As the climax faded, she leaned forward so that their foreheads met. He delivered a kiss to her lips. “You take me to such incredible places,” she said, awed.
He imparted a sensual smile. “Who’d think you’d be able to travel so far without even leaving Myrtell?”
She couldn’t help beaming at him, loving the thought. Her sisters had traveled to new, distant homes with their husbands and found happiness, and somehow Laela had always thought it had to be that way—that to find that sort of magic with a man she’d have to journey far into the distance. Yet here, a mere short walk from the fortress where she’d been born and raised, she’d found every sort of excitement she could want with a man—she’d found a new and wonderful place of her very own.
“Tell me you loved it,” he said, his smile edging into a more familiar, decidedly wicked one.
“Coming for you? Of course I loved it.”
“No, princess. Tell me you loved being with Sima and Janya.”
She met his gaze head-on. “You know I did,” she admitted.
He grinned hotly. “Yes, but I want to hear you tell me all about it.”
She leaned her head back with a dreamy sigh. “They were so soft. So gentle. Their curves felt delectable under my hands, and their nipples against my tongue made my pussy so wet. But…mostly, the thing that excited me was…your eyes. The way you watched. Letting myself do things that…well, that I couldn’t ever have imagined doing before tonight, while you watched, was…amazing. It wasn’t them who made me come in the bedchamber, Garon. It was you.”
Her words left Garon unable to deny what he’d known all along—that she would like playing with Sima and Janya, if for no other reason than that she seemed to enjoy pleasing him so much. And so his earlier question was answered. He
wished
he’d brought the girls to her to frighten her away. He
wished
he’d done it to push her too far, to find the one thing she wouldn’t do for him. But the truth was—he’d done it, instead, to pleasure them both.
And now, what she’d just said to him—the words brought him too
much
pleasure, too much attachment to this dangerous girl he was fucking, this dangerous girl he was also
caring
for.
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At the moment, he couldn’t fight the “caring for her” part, but he
could
indulge further in the fucking. “I want you to feel me so deep, princess,” he growled, hotter, more driven, than he’d ever been in his lifetime.
“I do,” she purred in her light, pretty voice.
“No. More,” he said, then lowered her to the floor and turned her lovely body away from him toward one of the long tavern tables. “Lean over and brace your arms on the wood.”
Looking over her shoulder and giving her bottom lip a short, sensual bite, she did as he’d instructed, planting her palms flat, supporting herself against the table so that her sweet round ass jutted toward him in the shadows—inviting him, he thought.
Molding his hands to her soft, curving hips, he plunged his full length back into her in one thrust and she yelled out.
Ah, the connection. The locking with her body. The smell of her sex, the light sheen of perspiration that shone on her back as the moonlight glanced in. He could come so easily right now. But he wasn’t going to. No. Because he hadn’t fucked her hard enough yet—he hadn’t made her feel him in the hot, binding way he knew would bring them the deepest pleasure.
“Do you feel me, princess?” he said through clenched teeth, his breath hot, heart pounding in his chest. “Deep?”