He smiled finally at her, as though getting the horrible story off his chest had lightened some of the grief of his past.
“So…urm, guardian is a spiritual role?”
Tree laughed. Really laughed, and a shivery rustle of sun warmed leaves and blossoms filled her mind.
“Yes, Te’acina,” he said patiently, leaning in to press his forehead to hers. “I’m not always as pious as I ought to be. Goddess knows I do my best.”
He is a good male, said Tree affectionately. If Tree didn’t have a problem with his past— and she was figuring out that Tree was pretty high in the spiritual hierarchy— she wasn’t worried about it, either. Except that it still hurt him.
“I’m trying to decide why the tree selected me of all people. I have a mouth like a sailor and I’m extremely irreverent.”
As she spoke about those flaws, tree transferred bemused, happiness through their link. You are perfect in your imperfections.
“Well, I’ve apparently been absolved for my misdeeds, so there’s much to be said for forgiveness.”
He captured her hands and turned her palms up, searching where he’d so tenderly plucked thorns from her flesh. Meeting her gaze, he brushed a kiss to one palm and then the other.
The feel of his velvety mouth on her shot heat directly to her chest where it fractured out to her limbs. Her stomach felt as though she were in freefall.
Falling.
Falling forever.
“You are staying?” he asked, hot breath tickling her wrists.
She could barely form the word, wanting to fall into his arms. “Yes.”
“Sweet goddess.” He bowed forward, forelegs bending low as he threw her arms around her hips and squeezed her. “Can you ever forgive me for my words? And my actions? A guardian should have more confidence than to hide in a tent without facing you, Te’acina.”
She melted into the fierceness of his hug. His arms circled her completely and he pressed his cheek into the swell of her breast as though he were listening to her hearbeat. “We need to get better at communication.” Her fingers stroked through his hair, pushing the silken curtain back from his handsome features. “I only just decided that I’m not going to return to earth.”
“Would you have left without saying goodbye to me?” His voice cracked on the question.
“Probably,” she admitted and bowed forward to kiss the top of his head.
“Oh gods.” His shoulders trembled with emotion.
Tears prickled her eyes, too, and she didn’t bother holding them back.
“I want you to court me, A’pone Xeralish. I want to make love to you. I want to love you.” She kissed his brow and then he tipped his head up and she kissed the tip of his nose. “You are complicated and challenging and you make me crazy, but I love you. I love that you did not kill my daughter’s mate. I love that you loved your brother enough to defend his memory. I love that you are a guardian and that your body remains untouched.”
That made one corner of his lips curve up. His tail flicked as though in memory of their touching. “Untouched except for you. I am bespoke—to you, Te’acina Veronica Klassen. Perhaps the Blessed Tree will allow my one indiscretion.”
“Probably just the one,” Veronica teased.
The tree’s emotions were still colored by mirth, the tone near laughter. This one has my blessings as guardian for as long as he desires with the condition that you and he are united.
Standing, A’pone drew her off her feet and cradled her in his arms. “I love you, cheroush. I must insist on taking you to my tent. Otherwise, I fear that we’re going to expose my tribe to more of you than I’d wish.” For the first time he seemed to notice her clothing. He stroked her bare stomach, flashing a broad, toothy smile.
“You’d better then. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep these clothes on.”
“Oh, ‘Nica.” He spun, rearing onto his hind legs to face his tent. Before they’d even made it through the door he was kissing her.
His mouth claimed hers as though she was the breath he needed. Like he might die without the taste of her. She responded with equal fervor, trying to quench her need. The taste of him didn’t make her forget the past few nights without him, but it soothed some of that horrible loneliness. When their teeth clicked together with their eagerness, they both burst into laughter. The joy of having him again bubbled up and she clung to him as tightly as he did to her.
A’pone’s tent was spacious but spartan. The one piece of furniture was a large hammock bed piled with luxurious furs. He carefully settled her into the middle and stepped back to admire her.
“You have a hammock?” She grinned at him, bouncing experimentally on the tightly woven material. A fragrant, woodsy fragrance wafted up from the fibers as she tested it.
He chuckled, watching her explore his bed. “We do not sleep on the ground like savages. This keeps away any unwelcome bugs. This should please you.”
“That’s amazing. This is wonderful.” She stretched out invitingly.
He uttered a low growl. “I’ve been dreaming about what you’d look like here. Let me take a moment to memorialize this moment.” His hands went to his hips. “Beautiful.”
“I can say the same thing about you.” Veronica lifted her arms over her head. She knew the movement would expose the lower curves of her breasts. His growl of appreciation made her smile widen. “It’s lonely here, though.”
“Oh, I’ll be joining you soon enough.” A’pone stroked a hand over her leg from bare foot to the apex of her sex. “I will never tire of your exotic legs.” He followed the path of his touch with his mouth, plying her with licks, nibbles and kisses until he reached the fringe of her loincloth.
His lips and tongue set her nerves on fire. Every new touch fanned her flames to a white-hot blaze that melted her from the inside out. As he coaxed her thighs open, she moaned out her encouragement, “Please, don’t tease me, A’pone. I am desperate for you.”
“The days apart were torment. I am lost without you, cheroush.” He nipped her hip, pressing the sharp tips of his teeth against her skin. The sharp pang surprised and thrilled her. She instinctively bucked and a startled laugh escaped her. Not really pain, just the teasing threat and it drove her crazy for more than just the tease.
Gripping the loin cloth, he tugged it loose, snapping the ties in his haste to get her bare for him. Then his mouth was on her sex, tongue licking and driving deep inside her. His big hands circled her hips and eased her legs over his shoulders so he could better feast upon her. The hammock swung with every nudge of his face and pump of his fingers sliding deep into her pussy. His tongue pressed against her clit in a pulse of contact and then swirled from bud to pucker and back again.
“You taste so good, ‘Nica. I want to drink every last drop of your nectar. I want to be the last being alive that ever has the taste of your cunt burning on his tongue.” His dirty words whispered against her flushed, slippery skin. His finger never stopped moving inside her, though, steadily pistoning into her heat until her whole body tightened and writhed with the intensity of her release.
“More?” he asked after his tongue had licked away every last trace of her orgasm. “You’re so little, I’m not sure you’re going to be able to take me.”
He slipped a second finger into her, stretching her pussy with the girth of two thick fingers working steadily in and out of her depths. The wet, slapping staccato of flesh on flesh filled the tent. His eyes tracked her movements as she jerked in response to the deeper invasion. He read each change of her expression from the shocked cry when he sank in more deeply to the slack-jawed gasp when he eased his advances. She was stripped and exposed to him.
No one had ever made her feel so vulnerable and cherished at the same time.
This time he didn’t coax her. He wasn’t gentle. This was a sexual onslaught, and she loved it. He drove her toward her peak without any hope of stopping.
She seized a handful of his hair in one hand and the fur bla
nkets in the other as the pounding of his fingers drove her over the edge. She tried to muffle her cry of release but when his lips closed over her clit and sucked against her, she lost control over the volume as well as her orgasm.
She was shattered and remade under his attentive fingers and mouth.
He slipped a third finger inside her, carefully pumping through her slippery pussy. “You’re going to ruin me.” She whimpered, hips moving in time with his inward stroke. A deep, slow curl of his fingers found her G-spot and when she shuddered, he growled in pleasure as though she were the one touching him.
“Here?” He nipped her navel and stroked deeper into her. “This?”
Her response was a cry of need and he snarled.
“That’s my sweet lover. That’s my beloved. Give it to me here. Right here.” He plunged in, fingers licking the spot hard before drawing out and then pumping in again.
She lost what little fractured control was left to her. Her body shuddered in a primal dance of release, her cum rushing from her as though she had not enjoyed multiple orgasms already.
He slipped his hand from her pussy. Being slow and careful, teasing all the while. There was the lingering threat that he might stroke her back to the height of release. He left her body imprinted with the promise that he would torment her all over again.
Over and over again.
“I want you to take me,” she whispered when he began kissing his way up her belly and abs, peppering the skin between her breasts with soft, hot kisses.
“Mmmm, I have longed to know your body since the first time I felt your sweet hands tormenting my cock. Your touch wrecked me.”
“Come up here and let me put my hands all over you again.”
The centaur hammock was an absolutely inspired device. She wriggled herself down to the edge until her ass was almost off the bed. He reared up, settling powerful forelimbs on the far side. Massive hooves balanced and stabilized the swaying motion.
This put her directly under his belly with his massive cock positioned at the perfect angle to take her. She wrapped both hands around his length. One grasped just above his sheath and the other under his glans. His whole body shuddered as she caressed him, coating his shaft with his pre-cum
She guided its glistening head to her pussy, savoring the feel of the flared corona against her aching flesh. His temperature was hotter than hers, a lick of fire over her flesh as she slid him between her swollen folds. A thrill pulsed through her when his pre-cum spilled over the taut bud. Greedily as she rubbed him against her clit, over-sensitized nerves made her jerk with each swipe.
“You’re so fucking big, A’pone,” she panted.
“I won’t hurt you. You must tell me if it’s too much.” His voice was strained with want and desire.
“I know you won’t. I trust you. I will stop you if it’s too much.” But she was out of her mind, craving to be stretched and filled by him. She wanted him to lose control and fully claim her.
Her ass lifted off the cot as she nuzzled the glans of his cock head against her entrance. His meaty girth was thick, but she was so wet and his fingers had readied her to be taken. Together they strained, balanced on the edge of control, the pressure a sweet, torment until he finally pushed inside.
“Ooohh!” she groaned at the same time he barked out a startled curse.
He shifted his hips, sliding in several massive inches.
“More,” she whispered through her teeth, pleasure rushing through her.
He moaned out her name and his hips jerked, pushing into her. The hammock shifted back and then forward, impaling her with another few delicious inches of him into her.
“Yes!”
His tail flicked and the glossy ends tickled her ass and thighs, bringing her even more delicious sensations.
The wider preputial ring nudged and then spread her as he pumped in deeper. The sensation was erotic, a pang of pain and pleasure that had her gasping and shuddering. She clawed her fingers through the fur of his back and her heels dug into his quivering flanks.
“I’m going to come, A’pone. I god. Oh god. Give me more.” She held him tightly in her arms and legs, and pressed her cheek into his soft, warm fur. The scent of him surrounded her, imprinting her with his heavenly musk. His heart thundered against his ribs and she swore she could feel the same pulse through his cock that pumped into her.
He moved with her, hips jerking forward as another several inches plunged deep.
Her inner walls clenched around him as he pounded into her. With her greedy pussy gripping him, waves of pleasure rocked her. She painted him with the liquid fire of her lust. He slid out to his crown and eased back in, fucking her through the crests of her orgasm. His steady fucking rocked the bed under them, helping the movement of their loving. His thrusts went deep, pushing her over into another climax as his thick cock plunged to the limit of her pussy.
“My Veronica. Oh sweet goddess. I love you. I love this sweet, tight cunt milking me. Take me, beloved. I am only for you. My seed is only for…you…ugh! Oh fuck. Fuck.” His steady strokes grew jerky as he lost control.
She cried out his name when his strokes grew rough and bestial.
“Yes! Like that. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she begged him as the powerful blast of his cum sent her into yet another orgasm.
His cock swelled inside her, the head flaring wide and increasing her pleasure as he coated her inner walls with his seed. There was so much that it ran down her thighs. The rush of it pulsed from around his cock in time with her heartbeat.
Their rough breaths filed the tent, each too dazed to form words.
She’d never experienced anything quite like that before. To be filled in such a delicious, overwhelming way was one facet of it, but then to have the emotional connection with him just made it that much better. The whole union was so much more intense.
“I want to be one with you like this forever, ‘Nica, but I need to hold you.”
“Yes. I want that, too,” she whispered but her arms were still tight around his underside. It was so good to be that joined to him but she, too, wanted to be wrapped in his arms.
When he softened enough not to hurt her with his withdrawal he eased from her, his cock making a lewd slurping sound as he slipped free.
She felt boneless, as if he’d fucked the strength from her.
“Ah, my precious love,” he chuckled, gathering her up in his arms while his lower half nimbly climbed into the bed. He carefully navigated the hammock with his hooves.
A big hand cupped the back of her head and he coaxed her chin up with a knuckle tucked under her chin. “Are you all right?”
She lifted her eyes to his, unable to keep the dreamy smile off her lips. “I’m more than all right. You are so perfect for me.” Leaning in she placed a soft kiss to his lips, right on the swollen spot where she’d bitten him with too much enthusiasm. She wrapped her arms around his powerful shoulders. His equine limbs created a warm nest around her and she loved being surrounded by him.
A’pone threaded his fingers through her hair and closed his fist around the strands, securing her. He drew back so he could admire her, searching her face with wariness on his handsome features. “Will you stay with me?”
She nodded her agreement. “Forever. If you’ll have me.”
The tree had showed her the door before she was ready. She found it now without any guidance.. The locks were gone and she pushed it wide open without resistance.
When she met his gaze, his gasp of surprise and awe was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard. He stroked his thumb over her thumb, searching not only her eyes but her whole soul. Savoring the moment.
She trembled, half afraid he would reject the offer. She was wide open.
Showing him every part of her.
The flaws and scars plain for him to see.
She didn’t know what to expect but it was not the golden warmth of him enfolding her heart. Not the breathless love and joy that wrapped aro
und her. Instinctively she pulled him to her, forever binding their souls together.
The tree and the cat-bird, the handsome centaur and her.
“Do you think you’re ready for round two?” she asked, leaning in to brush her nose along his.
“Mmmm, for you? Anything. Shall we scandalize the tribe and make love under the light of the full spring moon?” His smile was pure mischief.
She pressed in closer to him, considering and liking the idea very much. “I’m all for that, but perhaps without inviting the rest of the tribe to watch.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Just us, and the blessings of the spring moon.”
About the Author
Diana Rose Wilson grew up under the shadow of the Mayacamas Mountains, raised by outlaws and bikers. She has been involved in the lifestyle since 1989 including working at a high end adult boutique specializing in fetish, BDSM and LGBT merchandise.
She writes steamy paranormal, fantasy and science fiction romance. Her books include the Forbidden Secrets, SpiritBeasts, SpiritLands and Gems series. From her adventures at her day, job working in local government, she collects inspiration for future heroes and villains.
Currently Diana lives in wine country with her husband, cats, African Gray parrot and Tibetan Massif. She enjoys travel, wine, cooking, loud Harleys, 3-day eventing and the delights of deviant erotica. She is a member of the Pacific Northwest Writers Association, and Romance Writers of America.
Other Works by Diana Rose Wilson
Forbidden Secrets
Wicked Masquerade
Snow Mistress
Taming the Brat
Blood Feathers
Paying the Dragon’s Price
Dangerous Seduction
Heart Bound
Angel Food: A Forbidden Secrets Short
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