Page 31 of Many Ruined Vows on a Forbidden Frolic

“I was jealous because you wanted me to be,” I say. Returning to her jaw, I tug on her lower lip with my thumb. “Little witch.”

“Pikr.”

My name looks so good on her lips, I want to taste it.

“The sun sleeps now.” I watch her squirm as I pull away. “Shall we move to the top of the hill?”

Princess Loreleivnna’s breath hitches. My eyes drop to her chest, where her heart beats erratically, then to her thighs, which are clenched tight.

“Naughty thing. You will make a good centaur wife.” The scent of her desire intensifies. I stand, scoop her into my arms along with the blanket, and make for Voyeur’s Perch before my cock can slide free.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Pikquarrys

Princess Loreleivnna wraps her arms around my neck and nuzzles into my shoulder, her thighs swishing together under my palms. My words have stirred her, but they are truer than she knows. She’s lusty and kind, gentle and stubborn. If she chooses me as her mate, I will never take her affection for granted again.

Atop the hill, I resituate us on a flat patch of land, draping her back over my barrel.

“This is highly inappropriate,” she mumbles, but a sly grin tugs up her cheek.

“We are courting.” Someone moans below, an early participant in the frolic. Princess Loreleivnna’s eyes flicker toward the sound, then back to me. “Shouldn’t we practice the intimacies mates share?”

She lifts one leg, letting the one nearest me lie straight. I run my left hand up her thigh and down, ghosting my nails over her inner knee and calf.

“You won me as your bride.” She opens her legs wider, whimpering when I don’t venture higher. “You don’t need to court me.”

In the grove, feminine laughter morphs into a cry of pleasure. Princess Loreleivnna arches her back against my pelt. I wrap my free arm around her, drawing back her hair so I can watch her breasts heave. Her nipples are little pearls under the thin fabric.

“You are more than a prize to be won, Princess Loreleivnna.” Her hooded gaze lifts to mine, so full of need, I’m positive I’ll have to remind her of my sentiments later. I will do so happily, for as long as I breathe. “You are precious to me, you tricky witch. I should have realized sooner. There’s no other mate for me. I aim to show you that I was made to be yours, but ultimately, it’s your choice.”

“Oh.”

I chuckle. As I feared, she’s too lusty for such heavy heart-speak right now. “It’s not a choice you must make now, Petal.”

I skim my nails over her inner thigh, climbing higher this time, until I feel the heat of her sex against my knuckles.

“Pikr.” She grabs my wrist. “I’ve known for a long time I was made for you.” Her voice is soft but sure. “I’m glad you see it now.”

My heart gallops in my chest. She releases my hand, and I bring it to her cheek, holding her gently as I drop my lips to hers.

Her mouth is soft and inviting, and the scent of her desire on my knuckles threatens to send me into a frenzy, but I soak in the wild sweetness of her.

A sudden symphony of deep groans and high-pitched squeals sounds from below. The princess melts into my touch, our kiss turning urgent.

I draw her close and graze the velvet at her waist to cup her breast. Through the silken fabric, her skin is warm despite the chill autumn air. I fill my hand with her breast, learning its weight, then thumb the beaded peak.

“Pikr,” she moans.

“Yes, my little witch?”

She takes my free wrist, guiding me to touch her. She attempts to slide my hand under her dress, but I resist. She squeezes her legs around my fingers and whimpers, her brow furrowed.

“Use your words, Princess.”

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.” To demonstrate, I roll her nipple between thumb and forefinger.