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from his previous rejection, but in truth, she wanted him desperately. When he
rolled his eyes at Thryll, a shudder of annoyance rippled through her. Oh, boy, does
he underestimate me.
Beth locked her gaze on his amethyst orbs and slowly licked her bottom lip.
His eyes flickered and she noticed a subtle change in his expression. That got your
attention, big boy. She tipped her head back and ran her trembling hands through her
hair, curling a dark strand around one finger. She watched his eyes follow her
fingers as she moved them, slowly, seductively down to the front of her shirt to
caress the gap between her breasts. Locking eyes with him, she used her best sultry
tone."I want you, Zandor."
"You don't know what you want." Zandor stepped forward, challenging her
to prove him wrong.
Hell, he stood so close the heat of his body burned through her shirt, his
breath a silky caress against her cheek.
"I am not gentle like Thryll." Zandor moved in slowly.
One hand slipped around her waist and drew her hard against him. His
potent scent engulfed her; his hard body molded to her entire length. His fingers
sank in her hair to caress the back of her neck, so gentle a touch. Her knees began to
buckle.
He inclined his head to kiss her and she melted against him, lifting her chin to
meet his mouth as it slid across her lips, so soft, so delicious. She drew in his scent,
hungry for more, and pressed against his strength. When he moaned, her body
dissolved, wrapped within a strange, wonderful cocoon. She opened her mouth to
breathe in more of his essence and his tongue slid inside. Giving in to the desire, she
sucked on the probing, spicy tongue, which caressed her mouth in long gentle
strokes.
She threw her arms around his neck and sank her fingers into the silken mass
of amber hair framing his face. She loved the way he devoured her. Her hands fisted
in his hair to drag him closer and she kissed him back with passion, sucking and
biting his tongue, his lips. This felt so right. He belonged to her. Her body shaped to
his. God, he's so hard, so muscular. She needed to draw him closer, to take him inside
herself. The hint of leather from his clothes made her head spin deliciously.
Swooning, she pushed her hips forward when his erection, massive and long,
rubbed hard against her body. She heard a rumble deep in his chest. Dear God, was
that a purr?
Beth trembled as his kiss deepened and branded her with a frightening
possession. His large hands slipped down her back, cupped her bottom, and lifted
her up into his arms. Her pussy quivered. Moaning, she lifted her legs to wrap them
around his waist and heard his appreciative groan against her lips. A fire burned
deep within her, a need only he could extinguish, so hot, so delicious. She wanted
him closer, needed him inside her, desperately, now, right now.
"Don't stop, don't ever stop, please, Zandor, I need you."
She heard a growl and Thryll began to chuckle softly behind them.
"It's about time. Put her down, Zandor, or do you plan to mate her here?"
"No," said Zandor and lifted his head; his eyes were molten gold and his lips
drawn back over his fangs. "Take her, quickly," he growled to Thryll.
"Come here, sweetness," said Thryll, pulling her toward him and carrying her
a few feet away.
She fought hard against him. She wanted, she needed to be with Zandor.
Thryll's warm fingers cupped her face and she looked into eyes smoldering with
passion. She calmed as he kissed her gently, deeply and set her away at arm's length.
"Now, will you go and seduce the guard?"
Beth turned to look at Zandor; he held his lips in a grim line and waved her
forward. Walking hesitantly toward the guard's hut, she formed a plan of seduction.
I can do this, no problem. I've seduced two Pride males, haven't I? And this is just one lonely
guard . . . with a gun. She stopped and glanced over her shoulder. Although shrouded
in darkness, she could clearly see Thryll leaning back nonchalantly against a wide
concrete pillar, watching her progress. Zandor stood stiffly beside him, his hands
bunched into fists at his sides.
They were there for her, ready to kill the guard, if necessary. She certainly
didn't want a death on her hands. Drawing a deep breath to relax, she put a swing in
her hips; this brought a low whistle from one of her men. She reached the stairs to
the guardhouse and paused to undo the buttons of her shirt. The cool night air
brushed against her skin as she popped the small buttons, almost to her midriff. Her
nipples peaked. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she folded back the collar of the
shirt to emphasis the fullness of her breasts. She took a deep breath, pushed open the
guard's door, and stepped inside into the light.
The awful smell from within hit her like a train. Her heart sank as a large Ram
male looked up at her. He looked enormous. She shuddered uncontrollably at the
sight of his face. So ugly, more like a pig than a man, with his horns cut short and
partly covered by a mass of black, coarse hair sticking out in all directions. Thick red
lips stretched over pointed teeth and thick dog-like fangs in more of a grimace than a
smile. The putrid Ram jumped out of his seat and rounded the desk toward her. Beth
froze, her back against the wall.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he said, sniffing the air and
grunting approval, his piggy black eyes set on her cleavage.
Beth plastered a sweet smile on her lips and jutted her breasts forward
provocatively. "My friend wants to borrow a dune buggy and go visit her boyfriend.
Do you think we can do a deal for the hire?"
"What do you have in mind?" The Ram traced a gnarled talon down the gap
between her breasts."You smell as if you're in need of my expert attention." He
chuckled.
Beth swallowed and tried to stop her knees from trembling. "I am in desperate
need, as you can tell. T-the very thought of you makes me w-wet."
"You didn't need an excuse to come and get laid, pretty lady."
Beth cringed as a gnarled hand cupped her ass. "Well, yes, I do. She's my
cover; we told my husband I was sleeping over at her house tonight."
"Druik males may have brains but they don't know how to use their cocks to
please a female. This I understand. You need more than one male to satisfy your
needs." The Ram chuckled and his talons dug hard into her ass cheek.
Beth's mind flashed to Zandor and Thryll and a smile crossed her lips. "Yes, I
do need two males."
"Then what else do you require from me to clinch this deal?"
"If she can borrow a dune buggy, will you open the gate and leave it open
until she returns? I'll stay here and we can have some fun. She'll only be an hour."
"Nobody comes and goes at this time of night, so go and tell your friend she
can have until dawn." The Ram grinned from ear to ear. A long drip of saliva
escaped his mouth and dripped off his chin. "That'll give us plenty of time." He
chuckled.
Bile filled her mouth and she stepped away. "Sounds good; open the gate and
I'll go and tell her."
"Oh, no, my pretty, you may call to her through the window. I'm not stupid
enough to unlock the gate and watch you run away. A deal is a deal. I'll just lock the
door so we won't be disturbed." The Ram moved back to his desk and spoke softly
into the control panel.
The lock on the door clicked and Beth panicked. She dashed to the window,
fumbled with the catch and pushed it wide open. She gasped a sigh of relief as the
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