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“So how would you tame them?”
“I’ll talk to them. I’ll tell them about the girls and what they like. I’ll get to know each and every centaur warrior in return, so I can match-make with all the necessary info. We can stop at the lake where we camped for a night. They can wash themselves properly. And you, Sorin and I can groom them and make them look more presentable.”
“I’m not braiding pony tails,” Ere grumbled and crossed his arms.
Divina giggled, finally feeling more herself, less uncertain after last night.
She could do this. She loved to make love matches.
“You and Sorin can brush their hides. I’ll braid their mane,” she offered. “After that, I can head to the city before you and talk to the women first. If there is a way to enter the city through a back gate so I can introduce the centaurs to the girls first…”
Ere nodded.
“I hear you. We can present a united front to the city elders if all goes according to plan. Instead of entering the city like barbaric marauders trying to carry off and rape their women. Maybe they’d actually let us walk away without bloodshed.”
His eyes lightened when he looked at her, crinkling at the corners in an almost-smile.
“Good plan, Div. You’re not too bad.”
She patted his arm playfully.
“Just you wait. You’re going to love me to pieces by the end of this journey,” she boasted with a grin.
“Don’t hold your breath,” he said.
But the quirk of his mouth told her that he liked her already. Even if it was only a little bit.
Which was a very good thing. Because Divina had a rather large, platonic crush on the beautiful, brilliant Erebu.
The black dragon.
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Andros was not afraid to hurt for his female, but that didn’t mean he liked it.
For the entire morning of the journey from the outpost to the city, she charmed and conversed amicably with each member of the centaur troop. Making him gnash his back molars and clench his fists to prevent himself from commanding her to cease and desist, and carrying her off to some private hill to remind her in all ways who she belonged to.
At least she did this from his back, for he refused to let her ride even one of the geldings that Ere and Sorin brought. And as she spoke with the other centaurs, she was always soothing Andros with her touch.
He didn’t think she did it consciously. It was as if she couldn’t help sifting her fingers through his hair, rubbing her palms down his back and sides, stroking idly along his neck and shoulders.
And sometimes, when he needed more reassurance from her, that he was the only one she wanted, she leaned more closely against him, wrapped one arm around his side to flatten her palm against his torso, where he would hold her hand with his own and entwine their fingers together.
He never overcame the raging possessiveness and protectiveness he felt when she spoke to the centaur warriors, but his human side was strong enough to control more violent animal instincts to pound the other males into the ground. Simply for existing where Divina could see and interact with them.
He breathed deeply and tried to calm himself with her scent.
Their combined scent, for she smelled of him. And he smelled of her, after…what they did together last night.
He reminded himself that she carried his seed within her, rubbed into her skin, fed into her tight, hot channel. He recalled the way she’d clung to him, shattered around his fingers and tongue, the way she begged for him to take her fully.
He wanted desperately to mate with her. To bury his hardness deep within her silk.
But he wanted her to want more than just his body. Heneededher to need him too. To hurt for him as he hurt for her.
On the bright side, when he paid attention beyond the red haze of his own possessive fury, he learned about the centaurs just as she learned about them.
They were good males, he was encouraged and proud to know. Brave, loyal, disciplined. Not at all the way humans described them.
