A Most Feared MercenaryLucas did as ordered.Obligingly, she stuck her snout in the bag to chomp at tender granules.Zier carefully wound the loop of rope beneath the bag and flipped it over her neck.He froze. Don’t run.Shaking her mane slightly she shifted but didn’t move away.Stay…Don’t bolt… He willed her. All his visions of being Eben’s Captain of Guard floating before his eyes.I’m so close…Blowing out a quiet breath he pushed the knot tight against her neck, careful to avoid contact with so much as a single hair. Heart pounding, he vaguely registered that he suddenly felt very sad, disappointed in himself, despite his triumph in catching the animal.She’s a rare beast. Meant to be free.A shame she’ll now be stabled the same as any other horse.Brows lifting, he glanced over and saw a wide, heavily lashed eye watching him steadily. Chomping away she remained tensed as she was but still didn’t shy.Eyes flicking to Lucas he shouted for him to stop.Lucas’ hand shook as he re

To Touch a Mist MareZierno was awestruck by the look of her in this glorious room.The light beaming down caught in the sparkling glints of silver in her white coat, making her shine like sunlight across a watery surface. Shimmering as brightly as the stone floor.Zierno turned triumphantly to the crowd in the Receiving Room. Assembled so speedily to take in this sight.Servants scattered to the far walls, staring in awe at the flawless creature. Her mane fell in shining waves and her tail draped down to drag across the marble behind her. Her hooves were an unnatural white, almost opalescent. Wide golden eyes beneath heavy black lashes flicked up to glance at the king. Watching the beast Zier saw fear in her gaze for the first time as the king began slowly stepping down the stairs to the lower level. His stare was riveted on her velvet muzzle and flowing mane, soft and beckoning touching them was irresistible.Zierno saw Eben’s eyes glazing and the way he looked at the mare. Certain

RecompenseEben was shouting in his face. Intent on hanging the animal’s head above his mantle in vengeance for her crimes.It struck Zier that doing so would be quite a shame. She is one of a kind.He remembered how trustingly she’d allowed him to lead her into the castle.Zier’s brows drew together, and his chest was heaving with his anger. Furious that Eben would accuse him of purposely betraying him.And then tell me what to do with the prize I acquired.Yes, Zierno had intended her to be Eben’s but the thought of slaughtering her in the King’s name seemed a damn shame.“It’s a waste of a powerful beast.” Zier objected.“I’ll make that decision, Mercenary.” Eben hissed.Twice today, he’s reminded me how low I am.Gritting his teeth, Zierno collected his sword and spun. His cloak billowing around behind him as his boots clicked over the marbled floor. He adjusted it over his shoulder. Straightening where it dangled, from his recent toil.Storming through the doors of the Receiving

An IrritantDorin returned, gripping Liba’s arm and dragging her into the King’s chambers.Eben awaited her, sitting on the edge of his bed.“Service your King.” Dorin thrust her into the chamber and closed the door. Turning the lock as she rounded to slap the wood, desperately trying to flee.She spun back toward Eben as he crossed the room. Catching her by the throat and holding her against the door. “There you are, Slave.”“P-please…My King. Not-not tonight…I…”“I don’t care.” He dismissed. With his other hand he wrenched the dress she wore to the side. Exposing the thin leather strap covering her nipple. He hooked it with a finger and scooted it aside. Seeing that the red marks wearing into her shoulder was lessened today.“You’ve taken this off.” He batted her face.Making her gasp and her cheek redden.“What have I told you?”“I never take it off, My King.” She gripped the hand tightening on her neck. Giving him a wide-eyed look.“My King?” He snapped acidly.“Master.” She corre

Demons WithinShe was squealing but with her face jammed in the hay, it was of no consequence to him. Notes he barely heard.He guided himself towards her fine puckered hole. So excited he was nearly shaking in anticipation. Certain her small frame guaranteed she’d be tight. He pushed parted her cheeks with his palms and positioned himself, so he hooked just in the entrance. He lurched up to align with her and pushed past the tense muscles guarding the opening and well into her narrow back channel. Sinking into the heat which gripped him. Feeling like its warmth was tugging him in further.He moaned in pleasure. Going still, as he savored her heat and tautness. Which were clutching at him beckoning him in further. He strained to touch deeper. Leaning over her, he felt her soft skin under his chest and couldn’t resist flattening out over her. Resting his legs along the back of hers until her small body was entirely covered by his larger one. His swollen belly resting perfectly in the c