Warprize (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 5)(MFMMMMMM) (9 page)

"But you know now that I can pay you
well to keep my secret. You have seen your reward for that
silence."

The woman was not only an excellent
rider and hunter, but she was cunning too. He knew now that she was
testing the waters to see how much he'd figured out. The treasure
she offered in return for his complicity with this lie was great
indeed, but there was other treasure here before him. And he was
far more tempted by what she kept inside her clothes than he was by
her box of gold and pearls.

He wanted to lick her eyelashes and
her brows. Wanted to consume her whole. "My silence comes at a high
price. Are you certain you can reward me enough?"

"Oh, I am."

"You're very sure of yourself this
afternoon. The hunt must have fired your blood."

She smiled. "We both have
secrets, don't we,
Redbeard?"
Then she was solemn again, as she reached up and
ran a finger over his rough cheek. "I don't suppose you're going to
tell me who you really are. I won't ask. We'll both keep our
secrets and go on with life as it is. No questions. No
trouble."

Dom was shocked. He thought he'd had
her fooled. But she was too clever for his hasty
excuses.

"Now, I'm going to bend over this bed
and lower my breeches so you can put that lovely big cock in my
bottom," she added. "That's part of your reward too."

"Bribery, eh?"

"If you wish to call it that." She
turned away, lowered her breeches just enough to show her firm
backside, and bent over the end of the bed.

Dom stared at the smooth cheeks and
then fumbled to untie the laces of his chausses. He hadn't been
this eager to fuck for some time, perhaps ever. The yearning was
almost too fierce, too feral. "I'll need something to smooth the
path," he grunted, looking around the chamber.

"Why?" she demanded over her
shoulder.

He was amused. Clearly
she'd never done this before. "Because I'll rip your pretty arse to
shreds without it, my tender young
lord
." Usually a woman would have
some scented oil in her possession, but naturally Cedney
Bloodwynne, masquerading as a man, did not.

Dom couldn't wait much longer. He had
to have her. That delectable little bottom was begging for a
rutting such as only he could give it.

* * * *

Cedney heard the man moving about
behind, breathing harshly. "I'll have to be resourceful." She felt
his breath on her buttocks, just before she felt a large dollop of
his warm spittle fall into her crack. She knew then that he was
kneeling behind her. A moment later his tongue touched her anus,
squeezing and thrusting between her cheeks, probing firmly at the
tiny hole, moistening it steadily.

She gasped. Dear lord, what was she
letting herself in for? It was madness. But she had to have this
man inside her somehow. And at least if he came in her backside it
would not leave her with a child to explain away. She'd just have
to trust him to manage that tight hole.

He licked at her furiously, grunting
as his hands grabbed her buttocks and parted them. His tongue
jabbed at her, over and over. Below, hidden from his view, her
pussy was wet with yearning.

He spat again and she felt it drip
down. His tongue tried to follow the trickle, but she protested,
tightening the fierce hold on her breeches. One of his hands tried
to pull her breeches down further and she knew he meant to get a
look at her pussy.

"Stop!" she exclaimed, over her
shoulder. "You get my arse. Be content with that or have
nothing."

He growled and tried to thrust his
hand between her legs but she kept her knees tight together, so he
laved at her anus with an angry intensity. And then he spanked her.
Hard.

She swore, the curse flying out of her
as she almost fell forward on her face.

While her arse cheek still stung he
smacked her again with an open palm. Once more he tried to wrench
her breeches down the back of her thighs, but she was having none
of it. Two more sharp slaps were delivered to each cheek and then
the thick head of his penis was pushing between them.

Evidently he was not accustomed to a
woman laying down the rules. His irritation at being denied
entrance to her pussy was clear. No doubt he usually got whatever
he wanted.

Now he forged his way through the
tight ring of her anus. She bit down on the urge to cry out.
Despite his efforts to prepare her for the impalement, a burning
pain seized her for a moment, shooting up her spine. Her body
struggled to accommodate his size, but in vain. Rufus pulled back
and began working a finger into her bottom. That was better. Ah
yes, she could manage that.

His breath rasped over the back of her
neck and then she felt his teeth nip her skin. "Never been fucked,
eh?"

"Never," she gasped, eyes
closed.

"I'm a lucky man."

"Glad I am that you know your good
fortune. Do not push it."

"Bossy, aren't you?"

"I am lord of the manor. My word is
law here."

"But your arse will be mine." Rufus
added a second finger, working both in and out of her arse
steadily, stretching the entrance. Meanwhile his other hand slid
under her, pushing between her body and the bed. Cedney writhed,
realizing what he was up to, but it was too late, his large palm
cupped her pussy through her breeches and she heard him make a
small, low sound of victory because he had finally found what he
sought most. "Yes!"

"Don't." She shivered, but
not with fear. With blistering-raw, blinding-white, wicked-hot
desire. The
don't
was as much for herself as it was for him. As it happened, it
was ignored by both.

Chapter Nine

He was sweating. Wild with need. She
made some attempt to keep his hand from exploring, but she couldn't
stop him. Dom was on a mission, determined, intent. With two
fingers buried in her backside, he sprawled over her body, one of
her legs trapped between his thighs, his second hand working its
way under her and inside her cowhide breeches.

He could feel her pulse, throbbing
hard— could hear her groans of helplessness and need. "Cedney," he
growled into her hair. "Let me claim you as a woman should be
claimed."

She was slick and wet between her
legs. He slipped his fingers quickly through the entrance she had
tried to hide from him. Carefully he stroked her satiny pearl until
yet more dew soaked his fingertips. Under his weight she jerked,
her breath exhaled in sobs of desperation.

"I can't," she exclaimed. "Don't.
Please."

"No one will know," he replied, not
pausing his stimulation of her pussy, feeling her buttocks squeeze
even tighter on his thrusting fingers. "Just you and I." It
wouldn't be right to leave her unfucked, he decided. She was a
beautiful, unique woman and she ought to be pleasured. Fully
pleasured. "Your secret will remain so with me."

He didn't like the thought of anyone
else one day finding her sweet pussy under these worn old breeches
and taking what should be his. Fate had left her untouched all this
time—against the odds, really—and Dom felt as if she'd been saved
thus just for him. There were not many women left with a maidenhead
attached these days, yet she had preserved hers. Admittedly, she
had done so in a way that he should not approve. But his admiration
of her spirit and determination could not be helped.

"Let me have you," he growled, tasting
her hair on his tongue. "I must, Cedney. Let me."

"Dear God, what are you doing to
me?"

"Fucking you. I can't stop. Lie still
for me or I'll hurt you. I won't mean to, but I'm too large to go
easy and too roused to go slow."

He thought he heard her chuckle at
that. Suddenly she was pushing down, grinding her cunny in his palm
and he knew she was coming already.

Dom gave a shout of delight and as she
opened her thighs to him at last, he rolled atop her body,
wrenching her breeches to her knees. She was still trembling when
his cock found her pussy lips and probed insistently between them
from behind.

"Don't hold your breath," he warned
tersely. "Let your body relax for me." Damn, he needed to be inside
her.

After giving her a moment he thrust
forward. He felt the soft wetness part and then undulate around the
length of his shaft as he sank into her blissful heat. She cried
out just once when her maidenhead yielded to his weapon and then he
was where he yearned to be, hilt deep. His fingers were still
filling her arse. He was only sorry he had nothing at hand to fill
her mouth too— give her something to suck upon with those clever
lips— but his brothers were not there to help. Not this time, in
any case.

His cock filled her newly opened pussy
and he growled with delight as her satin walls held him so snuggly,
squeezing and tugging on him. He kissed the back of her neck under
her short fair hair and heard her groan with excitement, felt her
shiver.

"Fuck me," she gasped out, turning the
side of her face to the bed, showing her flushed pink cheek. "Oh,
yes, fuck me!"

He gladly obliged, thrusting in and
out, cock in her cunny and fingers in her arse.

"Don't spend in me," she
managed.

"I must."

"No." Her eyes opened wide.

Dom kissed her hot cheek. "I must. I
am wild to spend in you."

"Don't you dare! Not in my cunt. If
you must, use the...the other."

Oh, he must. With a curse he pulled
out of that lovely pussy and forced his slick cock between her firm
buttocks. When she protested the roughness, he tersely reminded her
it was her idea.

He couldn't help the sudden lash of
anger that swept through him because she did not want him to
release inside her sex. Of course, it was only good sense that she
didn't want that, considering this role she'd assumed in her life,
but it still infuriated him. Perhaps it was made worse by the fact
that she made the rules of this encounter. And Dominigo d'Anzeray
had never been in such a position before. No woman had ever given
commands to him.

When he shot his load he bit down on
the urge to shout her name, remembering it was afternoon and the
manor churning with people going about their daily work. He
shuddered, back arched, legs tense. His seed rushed in a wild
torrent and he ground his hips against her, planting deeply,
lavishly inside her tight bottom. He thought his cock had burst
open, such was the raging flood that shot forth from his body and
into hers.

* * * *

He buried his face between her thighs
and ate from her cunny as if he was a man starved. Cedney had
removed all her clothes for she was hot, her skin dripping with
sweat even on that winter's afternoon, and she lay across her bed,
staring up at the roof beams, wondering what would become of her
now.

This man—whomever he truly was— had
shown her heaven. What would she do now, once she put her manly
garments back on and resumed her life without him?

He must leave, of course. She would
have to make him go, because he knew her precious, dangerous
secret.

His tongue slipped deeper inside her
and his hands clutched her bottom, raising it up off the bed, so he
could get his mouth over her entire pussy. His dark eyes watched
her over the tight blonde curls of her mound and she saw his wild,
lusty pleasure. Felt it too.

When she came this time she was almost
sore from it, drenched, weakened. And then he covered her again,
his massive cock forced into her aching pussy as they lay this
time, belly to belly. He kissed her and she tasted her essence on
his lips and tongue.

"Don't spend in me," she reminded him,
breathless.

He growled in some language she did
not understand and then he worked his hips rapidly, cock plowing in
and out. She arched, groaning, her hands clawing at the skin of his
back.

It was rough, desperate, and yet
necessarily so. Under his weight she submitted, her body cleaved to
his, her thighs wrapped tight around his waist, her breasts slammed
into the hard planes of his rippled chest. Their sweat made them
slick as their skin rubbed and slapped together.

"Tell me your name," she gasped out as
she felt his cock swelling within her, further ravaging that
once-virgin territory. "Your real name."

Although she expected some
equivocation, he told her. "Dominigo."

Then she licked his ear and whispered
that name into it, urging him on. Couldn't help herself. After so
long without it, so many years of denying her needs, the act of sex
consumed her, climaxes shuddering through her lean muscles one
after another. Until at last he pulled out and shot a stream of
semen onto her stomach.

Then he folded her into his heavy arms
and held her close. As Cedney had never been held.

For many minutes— perhaps half an
hour— they lay thus in silence, bodies twisted together in mute
harmony. They were both lost in thought in seemed.