Romans & histoires Cal And Mare

He was all duty and order, his focus completely on the mission. As Callum turned to go, his dogs trailing at his heels, my eyes caught the sight of the piebald mare being led towards me. My heart skipped a beat. The promise of freedom—of even the slightest movement without chains—brought a surge of excitement I hadn’t felt in months.

But instep, she was denying to play the game. Corrina cheered another to him and he turned to her, endeavoring to sound less influenced than he truly was. “Are there no’ gathered tae be cattle in a rodeo? Steeds? Sheep? A bunch o’ people as well afeart to move doesn’t appear like much of a challenge tae me.” Corrina giggled, casually putting her hand tall on his thigh. “They’re not people, hon. They’re Faeries.” Marc scowled at her. “Wha’?”

“Why on earth would he?” “At the farm, Mammy would hold down the stallion with tether and she let me push the stallion’s prod into the mare’s honeypot so they could connect,” she informed James whose breeches had become unbearable tight at the crotch as his hardness grew. “We only do that if the mare is skittish.” James thought it was amusing how Emma termed the stallion’s penis as “prod” and the mare’s vagina as “honeypot.”

Then caught me before I stumbled again. He moved behind me, turning me gently back toward Titan. “She’s not as bad-tempered as she pretends.” “She?” I blinked, surprised it was a she-horse. A mare. “Hm.” Malric hummed. “Whoa.” His hands guided mine toward Titan’s head. “You reminded me of her the first time I saw you.” His breath brushed my ear. “Feisty. Highly spirited. Difficult.” My cheeks warmed instantly. And sincerely…I had absolutely no idea what to say to that.

he said, his smile calm. Cleopatra’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Don’t tell me you did all this?” Calvin laughed softly, already turning to walk ahead. “Let’s go.” The soft rhythm of distant carousel music drifted through the quiet air as Calvin and Cleopatra walked slowly toward the motionless carousel, its painted horses standing in still silence. Cleopatra slowed when they reached the ride, her eyes moving over the rows of horses. Some were white with silver saddles, others dark brown with flowing painted manes.

“She’s strong, but she’s new to all this.” He nods solemnly. “I know. I won’t let anything happen to her.” I feel the heat rise in my chest at their concern. They’re risking an awful lot just to take me home. Leo helps me mount the dappled mare they’ve chosen for me. She’s tall and sure-footed, with soft eyes and a steady gait. I grip the reins, nerves and excitement twining through me like ivy. Leo swings up onto his horse, a powerful black stallion that seems almost too perfectly matched to him. Marek rides beside him, issuing quiet orders to the warriors who fan out to either side of us in protective formation.

someone shouted. But the girl screamed, frozen, pulling tighter in fear—exactly the wrong thing to do. Carmenta dropped her reins instantly, riding forward without thinking. She called out—something calm, something soft—and leaned forward, reaching for Monica’s horse. Her own horse neighed in protest, but she kept control. It wasn’t perfect, but it worked. Monica’s horse calmed, panting and wild-eyed, but no longer bucking. Everyone let out the breath they were holding. But Monica was crying. “She scared it! She galloped too close and scared it!”

Dramatic couple. "Besides I will be there if he tries to pull the stunt he pulled this morning." "Don't play the rescue squad with my pup." Kenny growled at his mate and I laughed. "Well, since I will not be able to drive you both, my driver would drive you to and fro." He was planning on driving us? What are we? Like twelve? "I can drive Kenny, remember, we took driving lessons together." "My memory is still very fresh. I am aware but I need both my mate and unborn pup alive. Everyone knows how crazy you are behind the wheel."

“I am perfectly serious, now all of you leave so that this mare can relax.” He shoots all the men around us a look of pure anger and as a group, they turn to leave. Tobias lingers a short while but with a glance at me, he also leaves. I think I am alone with Lance when a shout rings out near the entrance, I look over and see Matt, with Colt one of our more skittish stallions. Oh no! This is bad! “Matt! Back away! Now!” “Argh!” He shouts again and curls into a ball as Colt rears onto his hind legs and stomps down. Lance is behind Misty and unable to move past her quickly enough to help, so I run out instead.

“We can track from here.” “Not tonight,” I said. “Get the medics for the animal. We start at first light.” He hesitated. “Lana—” “Do it.” He ran for the yard. The horse trembled under my hand, the sound of its breathing too close to a sob. I loosened the girth, whispered the same calm nonsense Warren used whenever an animal panicked. My voice shook but the rhythm steadied it. When I turned away, Mara stood near the gate, cloak half-drawn. “The saddle’s torn,” she said quietly. “Cut loose, not broken.”