“Trouble?” Ristan asked.
“No, but that in itself is trouble. Silas couldn’t pick up their scent. I’m not sure it’s worth finding this fucking relic, when your safety is my main concern now, Pet.”
“I’m fine, Ryder. Besides, this relic is one of the keys to the survival of this world. This world, has to accept our unborn children. Too much depends on us getting them.”
“It’s not worth it if it threatens you,” he argued as fire lit behind his golden eyes.
“It threatens our children if we don’t finish this, Ryder. We finish it, period. This isn’t up for discussion. I want this place fixed, like yesterday, for our children. Their lives hang in the balance, and depend on the Goddess and this world to accept them, so don’t tell me we’re going home! What we’re doing is finishing this trip, and getting the damn relic. If we find any of the Mages, we’ll kill them. Shit, Ristan can gorge on their hearts!”
“Now that’s a woman,” Sinjinn said as he winked at me when I turned to where he stood.
“Sinjinn,” Ryder warned with his tone threatening.
“Hey, he’s just saying what the rest of us are thinking,” Sevrin said with a roguish wink in my direction.
Twenty minutes later, we were riding again. Once again, I rode in Ryder’s arms, pressed against his massive chest. “You know, you may yet cause a mutiny with my men,” he rumbled in my ear.
“They’re loyal to their king. But, I have tits, and you don’t. So I guess it’s possible,” I replied, resting my head against him and enjoying the feeling of being safe in his arms.
He laughed and shook his head. “You do have really nice tits,” he agreed.
“Good enough to cause a mutiny over?” I asked as a smirk covered my face.
“Good enough to cause a war,” he replied, causing me to laugh.
“Good to know. Next time you argue with me, I’ll just start playing with them,” I replied impishly.
“You do that, and I’ll let you win,” he replied silkily.
“After I’m done playing with them, I’ll make sure to award you with a gentle nibble…” I continued to tease him, enjoying the subtle peace that sat between us out here in the open.
“Nibble on me, Pet, and I’ll fuck you until the bed breaks.”
“Really? I don’t see any beds out here…but I’m willing to try,” I said, turning to look into the fire that was now lit in his eyes. I loved his eyes, but I loved them more when that fire started to kindle, and then burned for me.
“I wouldn’t offer that right now. I may be tempted to stop this horse and make a bed just to fuck you on it,” he said smoothly, his voice already growing hoarse, as he pressed his massive erection against my back.
“You wouldn’t,” I said, trying to sit up. He wouldn’t allow it, though. Instead, he pulled my body closer to his, and his hand lowered until it was pressed hard against my sex.
“You wouldn’t,” I repeated, even as I pressed his hand closer with my own, moving it to where I needed it. The others around us seemed oblivious to our antics, but Ryder covered me with the cloak, and his hand in the process.
“I would. Now lean back; and no sounds, Pet, I mean it.”
The authority in his whispered command had me leaning back quickly. I smothered a gasp as his hand lifted the skirt I wore, and parted the panties out of his way. The movement from his horse, and his hand worked against me. I wanted to moan. Hell, I wanted to beg him to make a bed, just so we could break it.
“Good girl. You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he crooned.
“Ryder,” I whispered as his fingers played gently with the soft flesh between my legs.
“God you smell so fucking good; so ripe and ready to be fucked,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “I want you, right here, right now, beneath the sky. I want to take you until you beg me to stop,” he continued, his voice growing thick with lust.
“Please,” I begged, even though I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for. I just wanted him, and right now I felt as if it didn’t matter that eyes were watching us, or that we were mounted on a horse. It only mattered that he do as he was threatening to do now.
His hand moved away and my brain began to function. Ristan was riding up beside us with a smirk on his face.
“Ryder, the Shifter would like permission to approach you,” he said.
“Not now,” Ryder growled.
“I think you should hear what he has to tell you.”
I remained silent through their exchange. My body was still fighting to gain control after Ryder’s magic fingers had set it to blaze. I swallowed as heat lit my cheeks. Ristan knew. I could see the quirk of his lips, and the knowing look he gave me. Sex was a necessity to the Fae, but I’d been raised differently.
“Fine,” Ryder replied.