The Alpha's Temptation

Tania knew that Eltanin was around somewhere. Her feet took her to her mate. "Will you ride with me?" she asked.

"Anytime princess," he said and bent down to pull her up to make her sit right in front of him on the saddle.

Sirrah had stepped out of the carriage after Tania. Shock ripped her when she watched how Eltanin picked up the girl and made her sit in front of him. She wasn't expecting that at all. Muttering curses, she rushed to them and said, "This is not appropriate Lusitania! You are no longer the slave girl who belongs to King Eltanin. You are the princess of Pegasii. Maintain some decorum."

Eltanin stared down his nose at Sirrah. He wrapped his arms around her waist possessively and said, "You forget Luna Queen Sirrah, she is still my slave till I sever my blood oath with her."

Sirrah clenched her jaw. "Your Highness, slave girls don't travel on the same horses as the kings unless they are whores of the king. And I am sure you wouldn't want Lusitania to be known as your sex slave after her coronation. She needs to maintain her dignity in front of the soldiers of Pegasii, else rumors travel faster than air." Her temper had flared because that was the place where Morava should have been sitting.

"I don't like the way you are speaking about Lusitania. But I do wish she was my personal sex slave. And I don't care about the rumors, Luna Sirrah," Eltanin replied. With a 'hup' he nudged Wind to move forward, leaving a very flabbergasted Sirrah.

Sirrah watched them go ahead as her mouth fell to the floor. What was it about Tania that made King Eltanin such a risk? Or rather what was it about Eltanin that made Tania take such a risk? She had to find out and she had to take strict measures so that this didn't occur. Dark jealousy cut through her like serrated knives. She walked back to her carriage and climbed it, slamming the door shut.

"Didn't I tell you how cunning she was?" Morava said. "She is taking over my world slowly. I knew that she was the king's whore. My suspicions were right."

"Oh, shut up, Morava!" Sirrah growled. "Had you been a little patient in your behavior, you would have been sitting there instead of her. Your father and I kept reminding you to stay calm, but you made a mess in Draka. You went on to take revenge from a girl who was just a slave and it was because of you that Lusitania was discovered. Had you stayed quiet, she would have continued to be a slave. Do you realize your horrible mistake?"

Morava looked away. She tilted her head and saw Eltanin's fine stallion moving on the path. The horse seemed very comfortable with the two of them. It was as if he was used to Tania. She narrowed her eyes and promised herself that she was going to make Tania disappear soon. Suddenly, a horse came to her side and the rider looked at her. Under the darkness, his features weren't that visible but Morava was well acquainted with every curve of his face. her face paled. What was Mizvah doing in the caravan? She quickly sat back. Her head snapped to see her mother's reaction to it, but Sirrah had closed her eyes, her face distorted with anger.

Tania took a deep breath in as Eltanin pulled her closer to his chest and held Wind's reins in his hands. "Are you comfortable now?" he asked.

She rested her head on his shoulder and said, "Yes, I am." She loved to be surrounded in his scent. Despite the cold, she loved that he was so warm. It was the first time she closed her eyes peacefully. "How long are we going to travel?" she asked.

"We will travel until dawn. We will travel east through Eslam to the border of Draka. From there if you like, we can go in my carriage."

"I would really like that…" she murmured before exhaustion took over her. All she remembered was how Eltanin brought his fur cloak over her and wrapped them both in with it. He had opened the laces of her gown and his hands had slipped inside to her belly where he made lazy circles. "Ah!" she bucked when his fingers brushed her sex inside her panties.

"Just sleep princess," he whispered.

"Then don't touch me around."

"Think I am not touching you." Saying that he tore her panties in one expert motion. They dangled on her thigh. She gasped when he cupped her sex with his large hands. "You are too tired and tense." He started circling her nub. She wanted to smother her cries, so she hid her face in his chest. He rubbed her his thumb over the bundle of her nerves. Her toes curled in her boots.

"What if someone comes to know what you are doing to me?" she asked, as heat crept in her belly.

"Then let them know. I want the whole world to know that I have made you come," he said and brought his finger to her core. "Here." He gave the reins in her hand. "Now keep your hands steady and don't pull the reins."

"No," she cried as her gaze went to the deep dark valley that was on their right. She was already feeling like she was drawn tight like the string of an arrow. His fingers were creating havoc as he rubbed her clit. One wrong pull of the reins and Wind would take off or they would careen off the edge. She couldn't cry out loud. She couldn't keep her focus away from the horse. Her gaze went to the men riding in front of them. She had to sit straight and bear the torture. Or the pleasure.

He took one arm to her shoulders and secured her against him tightly. He gathered moisture from her pink folds and rubbed it over her core. Her hips bucked in his hands. He rubbed her bud and he pressed her core at the same time. "Right there, Tania. I want to taste you so badly and sink my fangs at the same time. I want to mark you over there."

Imagining his fangs sunk over there as she came on his tongue brought a sharp twirl of pleasure that rippled through her, wrenching out more of her juices.

He took his hand to her breast and pinched her puckered nipple. "I am going to sink my fangs and mark you here as well."

"I think…" she moaned shakily as he took his hand back to her sex.

"I want to get inside you right over here," he whispered and pressed his finger on her core.

His dirty words along with his actions were pushing her to the edge. She thrust her hips in his hand as if to swallow that finger inside her. Despite the soft flurries of snow drifting around them, she felt hot.

"Rub against me, Tania, like you would die if you won't."

And she started moving on his fingers. Her gaze went to the soldiers who were riding ahead of them. Would they turn to look back?