Cal And Mare Novels & Stories

I saw the six adults and four javelina-ettes, considered the suggested speed of my prey, the distance they had to cross to make the impenetrable brush, and the speed my mare could achieve in that time, then leaned forward on my mount while squeezing my knees. I did this for no reason I initially understood, but my mare, Peppermint, got the message loud and clear. She was of the traditional A****n breed, similar to the Turkish Akhal-Teke, built for long travels over the steppe and semi-arid plateaus of Central Asia. My mount had raced across this landscape for seven years now, so she knew what shrubbery she could push through and which she had to dodge around.

"I want to warn you, be extra careful around the horses when you have your period. Those stallions can get rowdy when they smell ya. I don't want you to get hurt." "I realized today they were acting different, and I was going to ask you about that, but you beat me to it. So, to them, I'm like a mare coming in heat, is that it?" "Yes, that would be correct. That's why you can't turn your back to them right now. I should have warned you, but the subject never came up." "I saw their cocks today, OMG they are huge."

The engines rumble loudly for a moment before cutting off one after another. The riders dismount, removing their helmets. Some of them greet us casually as they pass. “Hey.” “Afternoon.” “Rhiannon.” I nod slightly in response, my attention already shifting. Even before the man in front removes his helmet completely, I know who he is. Calix. The familiarity of his presence settles in before his face is fully visible. Maria’s reaction is immediate. I see it in the way her posture stills… the way her eyes fix on him and don’t move away.

“You nearly snapped Kael’s arm.” “He wasn’t blocking properly,” I growled. “He was blocking fine. You’re just… worse lately.” He hesitated. “Raithe, this isn’t normal.” I threw the towel aside. “Nothing is normal when a wolf is twenty-three and unmated.” Daxon grimaced. Everyone knew the stories. After twenty-one, an unmated alpha’s instincts sharpened into something feral. After twenty-two, aggression and sleeplessness set in. After twenty-three… Madness.

"I am not a mare to be broken to ride!" "Ah, but there are many similarities, wouldn't you say? You need a strong hand, Adrienne. A confident rider, one not dismayed by your strong will. You need a man who can handle your bucking and enjoy your run. I won't break you to ride. Nay. I will break you to the feel of my hand and mine alone. A mare broken to ride allows many riders, but a wild horse broken to the bit of one hand she loses none of her fire, yet permits none but her true master to mount her"

I asked weakly as he discarded his clothes in a splitting second, surprised at how my strength had been sucked away so quickly. I felt his lips widen in a smile. "Hell, it is. And you are the hottest breeder to walk the Earth." These words hardly left his mouth when his fingers rested on my wet folds, making me jerk up in shock. He rubbed slowly on my clit. "Hey, relax. I will be gentle this time." "Why don't you just tell him already?" Ria's husky voice came again. Just when I was fighting the urge not to scream. "Not now, Ria. I don't think he's in his right senses." I knew that no matter how much a he-wolf loved his mate. It would be hard for most of them to turn away at the sight of anot

That was what gave you out. And now, you’re right back where you should be…in my arms.” My stomach felt weird as I listened, and my thoughts were going fast. How is this possible. How can brothers and sisters be mates. The last time I looked, Mara and Kael were both kids of the late Alpha Kalen from the Ravencrest Pack. It was confusing. None of this was clear. As I watched Kael pull Mara away, I realized that this was not going to turn out well. Kael held Mara tightly, his fingers squeezing her arm as he pulled her into the dressing room. I felt sad as I saw her trip, her face was white but she still looked strong.

Konstantin rides parallel to us, keeping a watchful eye on his brother, the heavy thudding of Z’ver’s hooves vibrating through the dirt. Then, everything goes wrong. “Agh!” The mare lets out a sharp, unnatural shriek, the sound piercing through the quiet forest air. She doesn’t just speed up; she jerks her head violently, trying to rip the reins out of my grip. “Whoa, easy girl,” I mutter, pulling back slightly on the leather. “Easy.” She doesn’t listen. Her muscles bunch up, turning hard as stone beneath me. Her hooves slam into the earth and another shriek rips from her throat, louder this time, spraying white foam from her mouth.

A tall, chestnut mare poked her head out, curious eyes studying me. Marion chuckled, resting his arm casually along the stall door. “Not half a ranch. Just enough to keep me entertained when I was younger.” He tilted his head. “Do you ride?” I smirked, meeting his gaze with a raised brow. “I’m Mexican, Marion. Horses are in our blood.” His grin widened, boyish and utterly disarming. “Wildfire, I think you just found another way to make me fall harder.” Rolling my eyes at his dramatics, I slipped into the stall, stroking the mare’s muzzle. She nickered softly, leaning into my touch. “She likes me.”

He tried to steer her down the path, but she remained rooted to her spot as the men’s voices grew louder. “Quit yer shouting you old goats!” Mary blinked in surprise at the woman leaning out her window hollering at the two men. Arthur and Magnus paid her no mind and continued their argument. It quickly became clear to Mary that the dispute centered around the mare that stood between the two men, looking quite unimpressed with the goings-on. “Who does the mare belong to?” Mary whispered. “And why do they argue so fiercely over it? Gannon sighed. “ ’Tis an old argument, my lady. And they do enjoy a good argument. If it wasn’t the mare, it would be something else.”