The Cobra & the Concubine (Khamsin Warriors of the Wind) Read Online Free PDF

and Najla, both naked, stretched out on the bed. He was kissing the woman, and her hand cupped the back of his head. Najla caressed his long, dark locks. Badra’s fingers tightened on the window frame. Suddenly Khepri sat back on his haunches. She could clearly see his exposed profile. Sweat glistened on his hard muscles. He was simply beautiful, chiseled male perfection. His thick, dark hair hung past his shoulders and he shoved it impatiently away from his forehead. Badra’s hungry eyes followed the flatness of his chest, the dark hair arrowing down past his waist to the thicker nest at his groin and the jutting thickness of his ... Oh my.
    Her mouth had dropped in astonishment.
    Fareeq’s male part had been like a wrinkled date in comparison.
    Khepri slipped his hands between Najla’s slender, honey-toned thighs, opening them wide and mounting her. She uttered an alarmed cry as he pressed into her, her hands digging into his shoulders. "It is too large," she gasped.
    Badra winced in sympathy and silently agreed.
    Khepri crooned gently, kissed Najla and then thrust deeper. Najla’s fingers relaxed their tight grip and she sighed.
    Unable to drag her eyes away from the sight of his taut, pumping buttocks, Badra had stared in shocked fascination. Najla arched. Badra flinched as the woman screamed, digging her fingers into the firm muscles of Khepri’s back. He murmured and then kissed her. Seeing Najla’s ecstatic expression, Badra realized the shriek had been one of pleasure. Then Khepri’s powerful body had shuddered as he groaned, and lay still.
    The act that had brought her only pain had brought Najla nothing but pleasure. Jealousy had gripped Badra. Her falcon guard was not exclusively hers. She burned to know the same powerful ecstasy Khepri coaxed from Najla, to feel his heavy weight atop hers and run her fingers over the muscled body that fought to protect her. But still, she was afraid. She’d turned him away for that very reason.
    A low cough jerked her attention from the past. Whirling, she saw Khepri, hand on his scimitar hilt. His dark-bearded face regarded her with tender amusement. She blushed, knowing he’d caught her eavesdropping on Elizabeth and Jabari.
    "Badra," he said softly. "Come, walk with me."
    He slowed his long-legged stride to match hers. When they reached her tent, Khepri touched her cheek, barely a caress.
    "My brother and his wife are eager for another baby. It is natural. Some day you will desire the same."
    Flustered, Badra glanced away.
    "Do you not like babies? I know of only one way to make them," he said, a twinkle in his blue eyes.
    "I have work," she muttered.
    As she went to duck into her tent, he lightly grasped her wrist. "Meet me at my tent when the moon climbs up into the sky," he told her. "I have something to show you. Something special."
    Badra shuddered in both fear and anticipation.
     

     
    A full moon spilled over the camp as Khepri greeted her much later. Gray light glossed the long, dark hair spilling from beneath his indigo turban and winked upon the steel scimitar strapped to his waist.
    They walked in companionable silence, passing the dying embers of cooking fires and black tents sheltering Khamsin families inside. It was remarkably quiet, but for the brush of the wind against the sand and horses nickering at the camp’s edge.
    "It’s very still tonight," she commented.
    "You do not hear it?"
    "Hear what?"
    "The sound of night," he said softly. "Of passion."
    She heard nothing, then her ears opened. A woman’s soft cries mingled with a man’s deep groans. Rustling fabric, husky whispers. Bodies slid against bodies. Something dark and living and carnal, it was an erotic dance of sound. It poured over her senses, daring her to imagine ...
    Khepri spoke quietly. "When a man and a woman take joy in sharing their bodies, they create the music of love. It is the sweetest sound in the desert."
    They passed the main group of tents and the area where the horses