Rapture's Etesian by Charlotte Boyett-Compo

wench?” he asked.
    “I want you to…”
    “Do you trust me?” he repeated.
    “Aye!”
    “Then get on your hands and knees.”
    “You’ll not take me like that!” she swore, eyes flashing, teeth showing.
    “No, I will not, but I wish to give you the ultimate in satisfaction and the way to do that is to have my hand inside you as you squat.”
    “Minos…”
    “I am not Minos,” he said firmly.
    She stared at him for a moment, her body craving his touch, and when at last her lust could no longer be denied, she flipped to her side, pushed herself to her hands and knees, and shrugged out of her blouse.
    “Lower your head and tilt your hips upward,” he instructed, and she did as he commanded without a comment. As she moved into position, Leksi put his index and middle fingers into his mouth and wet them. Then with his palm downward, he gently slipped the fingers into Kynthia’s vagina.
    “Ah…” his lady moaned and wriggled her hip against him. “I like that.”
    “Then you should like this even more,” he said as he probed the front wall of her vagina until once more he found the slightly raised area—about the size of a copper coin—and touched it.
    “Aye,” she sighed, the word drawn out with emotion. “I damned well like that more!”
    Since he was kneeling beside her, Leksi reached under her with his free hand and laid his palm against her abdomen, just above the wiry curls, and pressed firmly upward.
    “Oh, my god!” Kynthia cried out. She rotated her hips, tilted her lower body until the glorious spot Leksi stroked was in full contact with his strong fingers.
    He could feel her body gearing up to come. As the walls of her cunt began to tighten, he slipped the hand pressing into her abdomen down to her clit and fingered it.
    A sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life shot over Kynthia Ancaeus. Her entire body quivered from head to toe and the heated gripping sensations pulsing within her lower body was awareness unto itself.
    Leksi moved his fingers in and out of her in quick, shorter strokes and when her climax burst upon her, pressed those digits deep inside her and held them there, reveling in the quickening sensation that squeezed around them.
    She was impaled on his hand, and gloried in the feeling. She could feel the fabric of his breeches rubbing against her bare thigh and even that sensation was wondrous.
    Just as her aunt and sisters had predicted it would be.
    When the last throb of her sex had ceased, her body felt limp and she collapsed upon the sand, dragging in deep, shallow breaths.
    Leksi stretched out beside her, careful not to allow his stony erection to touch her. He pushed a damp strand of her hair from her cheek and bent over to kiss her shoulder. As he did, he saw the great, white male wolf staring back at him from ten feet away.
    “Do you approve?” the warrior asked the wolf.
    Both Kirkor and Kynthia agreed. She mumbled her concurrence and the wolf stretched out with his head between his paws and closed his eyes as though he was as tired as the human male.
    “You did not hurt me,” Kynthia said softly.
    “It was not my intention to hurt you,” Leksi responded, and cast the wolf a sardonic look. He doubted Kirkor would have allowed him to hurt the lady.
    “But you did not gain pleasure from the mating,” she said, opening her eyes to look at him.
    “That wasn’t a true mating,” he replied. “Next time, my body will gain the enjoyment. This time, my heart knew the pleasure.”
    She studied his handsome face, and was very content with what she saw. It was not so much the sheer beauty of his male face that attracted her, but the honesty and integrity in his eyes. She sensed the honor in this man and knew he had spoken the truth to his friend at the inn, “ I would like this woman as my life-mate. ”
    Not, she thought, as she lost herself in his golden gaze, as a broodmare or a harlot to ride when the itch struck, but as one to spend the