HeroUnleased by Anna Alexander Page B

should head back.”
    That shrewd look narrowed her eyes again. The look that made
him feel naked and exposed.
    With a nod she stood and brushed the seat of her pants. “As
you wish, General. Race you to the top.”
    Her saucy wink was the last he saw before she disappeared in
a streak of red suede and silver hair. When he finally caught sight of her, she
was scaling the side of the cliff as naturally as a spider monkey. A melodic
trill of laughter drifted from above, spurring him to action.
    He followed, but at a slower pace, needing the distance to
pull his mind from the images inspired by those luscious lips. Not more than an
hour before he chastised Dhavin for his inappropriate relationship with the
princess and now he was entertaining the very same thoughts. When the king had
stripped him of everything he held dear, the only thing Lucian had been able to
cling to was his honor. To fall to a weakness of the flesh would be a disgrace
to that sacrifice. For the good of all, he must not succumb to such
temptations.
    “It took you long enough,” Amaryllis said when he crested
the top. “Perhaps this forced retirement has made you soft.”
    Soft? If she only knew.
    Lucian strode toward the bike, resolutely ignoring the ache
in his cock, and lifted it by the frame. “Come on. If we hurry, we can make it
back before sunset.”
    “What are you doing? Put that down.” She shook her head and
strapped on the helmet. “We’ll ride back.”
    “Ride back? I don’t know how to ride that thing.”
    “Aren’t you the same man who was the youngest champion of
the Valhad Run with a speeder you built yourself that was faster and less
sturdy than this cycle?”
    “Yes, but that—”
    “No. No lame excuses about how that was different. If you
want me to return with you, you’ll get your butt on that seat. Now.”
    “You’re going to make this difficult for me, aren’t you?”
    “I can be rather sweet when I get my way.”
    “Your Highness, I don’t want to endanger you.”
    “That’s why I’m wearing the helmet. Come on, Lucian. What
are you so afraid of?”
    Dropping dead from blood loss to the head when you
plaster that lush body against my back.
    She’d do it too. Torturing him seemed to be her favorite
pastime and there was no doubt she wouldn’t pass up a prime opportunity to
twist him into knots.
    Heavens light, when had he become such a coward that the
mere thought of being in close contact with a female made his knees knock? Llanos up, man.
    With a tight smile Lucian strode to the bike and swung his
leg over the seat. Once he was settled, Amaryllis pointed out all the features
and related them to how a speeder worked back home. A good kick with his boot
brought the machine to life, pulsing and thrumming between his thighs in a
teeth-gritting tease. He choked back a moan when Amaryllis settled behind him,
wiggling her shoulders so her breasts rubbed enticingly against his spine.
    They were going to die. His head was going to explode and he
was going to steer them right into a tree.
    “Ready when you are, General,” she shouted over the ping of
the motor.
    He released the throttle and the little bike took off like a
shot. Her delighted laughter floated in the air as she wrapped her arms around
his waist. As he dodged trees and shrubs, her hands wandered over his stomach.
She traced the line of his tight abdominals with her fingertips, followed by
the rasp of her nails. With the v-6 buzzing against his sac, his cock hardened,
trapped in the stranglehold of his jeans. Sweat dripped into his eyes and he
had to shake his head to bring his focus off the hands caressing lower and
lower and onto the twisting trail ahead of them.
    The wandering hands were bad enough, but combined with the
vibration of her emotions, it was absolute torture. By the Gods, she was as
aroused as he. He swore he scented the heady musk of her arousal over the scent
of pine and diesel fuel. Her hips swiveled in the seat and a hot,