Boyett-Compo, Charlotte - WesternWind 01 - Wynd River Read Online Free PDF

her, to live with her, was discouraged, for it was believed a Reaper lost
    his edge that way. The High Council thought it made him more cautious than he should be and less
    inclined to take chances.
    “The gods help me,” he muttered, and moved back from her, putting distance between them. “I
    shouldn’t be doing this. I know better.”
    Whimpering, Aingeal reached out for him, afraid he was going to deny them both, but she drew in a
    sharp breath as he put his hands to his shirt and ripped it from his body. The sound of tearing silk made
    her tremble, and when his fingers went to the buckle of his gun belt, she hunkered down to quickly untie
    the leather thong wrapped around his thigh. Slowly she stood up as he worked his way through the
    button fly of his leather britches, his cock springing free as though it had a mind of its own.
    One moment the denim jeans and white cotton shirt were covering her body and the next the jeans were
    gone, vanishing with a quick wave of his hand, and the shirt was hanging open on her chest. He pressed
    her back against the tree.
    “What I wrought, I can undo,” he said in way of explanation, for she was staring at him in awe.
    His hands went under her rump and he lifted her, poising her velvety sheath over his straining rod as
    though she weighed no more than a feather. She locked her legs around his hips, sliding her sex down
    him before he could change his mind.
    The feel of her enveloping him sent tremors through the Reaper’s body. Nothing and no one would ever
    be able to take this woman from him, for he was seated firmly within her, his cock already claiming her.
    She was his and would remain his for as long as they both lived.
    Aingeal had known many men since her husband had sold her to the Jakotai. Not once—not even with
    the man to whom she had been legally joined—had she ever known the pleasure of a man’s body. Donal
    had rutted with her more from a sense of duty than any real desire, and Otaktay’s brutal sex had been
    painful at best. His tendency to lend her to his friends for a bottle of firewater or on the loss of a roll of
    dice had handed her over to men who cared for nothing save their own enjoyment. Not once in all the
    years since she had lost her virginity on her Joining day had she known what delight a man’s body could
    bring.
    Cynyr’s cock was hard and smooth, his flesh hot within her body. The tip of him was pressed against the
    entrance to her womb and causing such delicious spasms of satisfaction to clench within her, she thought
    she would swoon. His hands were kneading her ass with every thrust of his powerful body against hers,
    his fingers tightening on her flesh. Her head was on top of his, the side of his face sliding between her
    breasts. She could feel his tongue laving her nipple and the sensation was unbelievable as her body
    clenched around his.
    She had buried her hands in his thick brown locks and was holding on as he rocked against her. There
    was a building itch starting low in her belly and she wriggled against him as he lifted her and slammed her
    down upon his hot rod.
    “Cynyr!” she called out, feeling the beginning of a ripple flowing through her lower body. Her eyes flew
    wide as the ripple became a steady wave that crashed over and over and over as he pushed up into her
    as far as he could go.
    Never had he known such wondrous delight, he thought as the tiny little squeezes undulating around him
    became a strong pulsing clutch. He was buried to the hilt within her hot little body, his cock straining to
    go higher still as he thrust one last time then held her steady over the spurt of his cum shooting deep
    within her. He let his head fall back and he howled with his release, the joy of it sinking deep into his soul.
    Trembling, he stood there holding her, his breathing so erratic he thought he might pass out. He was
    panting, his hot breath coming out loudly. His knees felt as though they were about to buckle so