Stallion of Ash and Flame (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 6

  “Well, hell, all the phone companies spy these days.” Bobby took several swallows of his coffee. “I’ve heard a few stories from some pals about how they all gather ‘round and laugh at the phone sex recordings. Don’t worry, Seneca, I’ll only tell him you’re okay. And that Trail is here.”

  She nodded. “Thanks, Bobby. There’s something really weird going on. Maybe someone thinks we’ve discovered something we haven’t. Or we know something we don’t.”

  “I don’t think I’d ride up that way for a long while.” Bobby tipped up his mug, finishing off his coffee.

  “I think you’re right. Course, I won’t be doing much riding, except here for a while. Rory and I always go together up that way, ever since we saw that mountain lion.”

  Rising, Bobby reached for his hat, then turned toward Trail. “Take care of her, will ya?”

  “Sure thing, Bobby.” He saluted with his mug.

  “Later, Seneca.” Bobby tipped his hat, then headed for the front door.

  Casually, Trail stood, following him. Making certain the door had been secured, he pivoted to find her regarding him intently.

  “Now what?” she asked, shoving away from the archway frame.

  “I’ll be back in a minute.” He put his fingers up to his lips to silence her, since he hadn’t ‘sensed’ for their enemies yet. She nodded, moving back into the kitchen. Scouting around with his sixth sense, he found what he looked for. Bobby had been followed, and listening equipment pointed at the house. How long they’d been there, he didn’t know. But it had been after Bobby’s arrival.

  Cautiously, he arrowed his awareness toward whoever spied on them, not knowing if they had their own psychic talent, a more common practice than most people realized. He found two men and a woman inside a cargo van parked near the end of a neighbor’s drive.

  One of the men reached out with psi tendrils trying to grasp what teased the edge of his mind’s eye. To distract him while he investigated the setup, Trail tempted him with false images. Hearing Seneca’s footsteps, he felt inspiration slap him as if a mare hoofed his butt. “Do you want to see?” he quietly asked.

  “See?” she whispered, approaching him. He felt her curiosity rise with the strength of the forest fire he’d defeated.

  “I’ll show you what I’m viewing.”

  “How?”

  Overcoming her wariness, she moved inside his arm as he held it out, and Trail eased her before him.

  “Touch my temples. I’ll touch yours.”

  Trail gently placed his palms on either side of her head, keeping his touch neutral. She responded, doing the same. The full contact of her hands let him know she wanted this psi experience. The deep fascination and the desire to learn must be embedded in her soul. Keeping himself aloft in the higher frequency, he noticed her delectable shape, yet could remain focused as he brought her awareness inside his gradually.

  He felt it when she viewed what he saw. The three operatives were all engrossed in their jobs, the two tech people glued to their data streams.

  “Oh,” burst as breath from her lips. “What now?” she whispered before she thought, her usual independence forgotten.

  “Give them a show,” he murmured, low enough their equipment couldn’t record him. He’d also tamped down the efficiency of their machines a bit.

  This close to her, feeling her skin, the sultry strong shape of her face, his loins darkened with need, but he kept his cock from lunging against her belly. That would have frightened her faster than if she’d been shot at again.

  She hesitated, her breaths escalating. “You don’t mean—”

  Trail halted her words by letting his palms drift down her face in a caress.

  “You do,” she accused breathlessly. Still, she didn’t jerk away from him. No, she stood paralyzed as if he mesmerized her. “Well hell, at least I’d find out what Paula got. Wouldn’t I?”

  Knowing better than to follow that line of feminine logic, or react to the subtle challenge in her tone, Trail brushed his thumb pads over the softness of her cheeks, then grazed her gorgeous cheekbones. Hell, he was about to give her far more than Paula got. Far more than he’d given any woman.

  Her body shivered, causing him to tremble inside. He watched her suppress her shaking, even as her fingers delicately slid into his hair. From the way she touched him, he knew she sought the feel of his mane. He also sensed the battle she fought against herself. Still, she couldn’t halt her sensual sigh of appreciation, or the fact that her fingers combed into the thickness of his hair. Eros, they felt like tiny wantons exploring him. “Lead them down the wrong...” she hesitated, and he felt her amusement surge through her. “Down the wrong trail.”

  “Down the wrong trail,” he repeated only for her ears, his own amusement a glint shining in his dark passion for her. In slow motion, he stroked beneath her heavy mane, his fingers threading upwards. He touched her with seduction and with wonder.

  “Are you the wrong trail?” she asked, her voice deadly serious. Yet, he heard her willingness to open for him if he handled her right. He wanted to tell her he was her one Trail, the only trail. But that would have to wait for when he’d established himself as her stallion.

  If a man remained patient enough and looked only upon the woman he wanted, he always knew what she wanted from him. What she needed from him. Forcing his own patience, he slid this thumbs up her temples while stroking through the tangled luxury of her hair. Her hair. He yearned, untamed, for the feel and sight of her woman’s mane draped all over his body.

  He inhaled her essence, her fragrance a combustible blend of her unique fire and her spice-pungent desire for him. “Seneca.” He revered her name, and he spoke his rutting lust for her.

  Dancing his hand through the silky waves of her hair, he touched the erotically sensitive spots on her head. His pace was so gradual she didn’t fight him, but swooned closer to him, and let their breaths mingle.

  “You didn’t answer,” she reminded. Her mouth neared his as his neared hers. “Are you the wrong Trail?”

  ‘Trail’ had been spoken as his name, whether his sexy spirited filly knew it or not.

  She had him corralled, cornered, and about to prove he was the wrong trail, no matter his answer, or his next move. He’d heard a few stories about how she’d let a man hang himself with his own swinging blue balls. She’d never laughed, though, merely turned her back and left.

  Still, by every savage hum of his body, she wanted him. More to the truth, he knew his mare wanted what he could give her as a stallion man. All he had to do was convince her. “Does it feel like I’m the wrong Trail?” He feathered her lips with one small kiss. She moaned so softly, he almost didn’t hear her. More, he felt it in the yearning of her woman’s body as her breasts barely touched him. Her aroused nipples teased his chest, their little stabs hitching his shaft pleasurably.

  “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.