she
gave him nothing.
"No answer?"
His irritation was clear in his tone.
Katrine would have smiled
if she did not think it would ruin the effect. Instead, she kept her peace,
and center, emitting serenity with all her will.
He nipped her ear with
sharp teeth, making her gasp and jump every bit of her equilibrium affected by
that one unexpected action.
"Did you just bite
me?" she asked incensed.
Something in her reaction
pleased a laugh out of him. "Just wanted to make sure you were still
with me."
Katrine pressed her lips
together and glared straight ahead, ignoring Prince Khalon as best she could.
She did not find her center again for a long time.
There were few permanent
places of safety along the North road between Haven and Dunsen, no small towns
or villages, and it was unhealthy to venture off the road for even a night stop.
After stopping the first day to gather herbs, greens and berries from the green
because the witch refused to eat the dried meat or hard breads he and Ragnar
survived on, they stopped but rarely. It was two days of constant riding
before Khalon felt safe stopping for the night.
Katrine, Khalon and
Ragnar turned onto the wide-open area that housed the Wild Side Inn. Katrine
and the horses looked equally exhausted. While he knew what his horse was
capable of, the witch surprised him. She fell off the horse with a lot less
grace than she had shown when the forced march started, but she stood beside
his horse on her own two feet. Anyone else not used to riding nearly nonstop
for two days would have buckled.
He did not need another
thing to admire about the woman. Her soft ass had been pressed against his
groin for two days. Her scent, which should have soured at some point, had
only changed subtly and remained sweet for all that she had few moments to
clean up that were more than a quick wipe down with a water jug and a dusty
cloth. She had not complained, once. No, he really did not need anything
further to admire.
Khalon looked away from the
tired, dusty female resolutely leaning against his war beast’s neck. That
Thrax allowed it no longer surprised him. Since the first day of riding with
the infuriating female on his back, the horse had started to change, at least
where the girl was concerned. Not that Khalon could blame the beast. When the
girl was not arguing with him, or silently planning some rebellion she emitted
a type of soothing peace.
It had angered him at
first, thinking it was some type of magic she emitted to lower his guard. But,
he eventually realized there was no harm meant. Then it was only when she used
that peace to escape his attention that he disliked it. Once he understood he
could bring her out of it with a few contrary words or a shift of his hips, it
no longer bothered him. After a while, he realized it felt good. He relaxed
more in her presence than he thought possible, considering he was traversing
the wild places of the North with an enemy he wanted more with each breath he
took.
Dismounting, Khalon
dragged his eyes from the Katrine and took in the rest of his surroundings
belatedly. When Ragnar snorted in disgust from beside his own mount, Khalon
could not blame him. It was never a good idea for a warrior to lose his focus
on the road, and from the attention they had attracted, he would need his focus
to be on survival, and not a pretty red haired witch who smelled like wild
flowers and felt like heaven in his arms.
Khalon cursed inwardly,
his friend was right to be disgusted. This was a bad place to be distracted by
his wayward cock, if there was ever a good place. Though no one with any sense
would start trouble here, once you left the Inn behind, it was a long dangerous
trek to the next place of safety on the roads, and anything could happen if you
drew the wrong attention.
The small clearing sat
between the North Road and a small winding stream, giving it a natural cut off
from the
gave him nothing.
"No answer?"
His irritation was clear in his tone.
Katrine would have smiled
if she did not think it would ruin the effect. Instead, she kept her peace,
and center, emitting serenity with all her will.
He nipped her ear with
sharp teeth, making her gasp and jump every bit of her equilibrium affected by
that one unexpected action.
"Did you just bite
me?" she asked incensed.
Something in her reaction
pleased a laugh out of him. "Just wanted to make sure you were still
with me."
Katrine pressed her lips
together and glared straight ahead, ignoring Prince Khalon as best she could.
She did not find her center again for a long time.
There were few permanent
places of safety along the North road between Haven and Dunsen, no small towns
or villages, and it was unhealthy to venture off the road for even a night stop.
After stopping the first day to gather herbs, greens and berries from the green
because the witch refused to eat the dried meat or hard breads he and Ragnar
survived on, they stopped but rarely. It was two days of constant riding
before Khalon felt safe stopping for the night.
Katrine, Khalon and
Ragnar turned onto the wide-open area that housed the Wild Side Inn. Katrine
and the horses looked equally exhausted. While he knew what his horse was
capable of, the witch surprised him. She fell off the horse with a lot less
grace than she had shown when the forced march started, but she stood beside
his horse on her own two feet. Anyone else not used to riding nearly nonstop
for two days would have buckled.
He did not need another
thing to admire about the woman. Her soft ass had been pressed against his
groin for two days. Her scent, which should have soured at some point, had
only changed subtly and remained sweet for all that she had few moments to
clean up that were more than a quick wipe down with a water jug and a dusty
cloth. She had not complained, once. No, he really did not need anything
further to admire.
Khalon looked away from the
tired, dusty female resolutely leaning against his war beast’s neck. That
Thrax allowed it no longer surprised him. Since the first day of riding with
the infuriating female on his back, the horse had started to change, at least
where the girl was concerned. Not that Khalon could blame the beast. When the
girl was not arguing with him, or silently planning some rebellion she emitted
a type of soothing peace.
It had angered him at
first, thinking it was some type of magic she emitted to lower his guard. But,
he eventually realized there was no harm meant. Then it was only when she used
that peace to escape his attention that he disliked it. Once he understood he
could bring her out of it with a few contrary words or a shift of his hips, it
no longer bothered him. After a while, he realized it felt good. He relaxed
more in her presence than he thought possible, considering he was traversing
the wild places of the North with an enemy he wanted more with each breath he
took.
Dismounting, Khalon
dragged his eyes from the Katrine and took in the rest of his surroundings
belatedly. When Ragnar snorted in disgust from beside his own mount, Khalon
could not blame him. It was never a good idea for a warrior to lose his focus
on the road, and from the attention they had attracted, he would need his focus
to be on survival, and not a pretty red haired witch who smelled like wild
flowers and felt like heaven in his arms.
Khalon cursed inwardly,
his friend was right to be disgusted. This was a bad place to be distracted by
his wayward cock, if there was ever a good place. Though no one with any sense
would start trouble here, once you left the Inn behind, it was a long dangerous
trek to the next place of safety on the roads, and anything could happen if you
drew the wrong attention.
The small clearing sat
between the North Road and a small winding stream, giving it a natural cut off
from the
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