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distracted instead, awed by her
ability in the saddle. Bloodwynne was a masterful horseman. Yes,
for a while he'd even forgotten she was a female, as they raced
side by side. But not for long. Whenever he looked into her eyes,
or riveted his gaze upon her mouth, he remembered.
Watching her ride astride that day had
only further increased his desire to claim her body. To have her
mounted on him the same way, leaping over a few fences with his
body beneath her and between her strong thighs.
When she fired her arrow it was always
a clean kill. She never missed. It was a strange feeling indeed,
this admiration and respect that swept him up in its warm clutches.
Women, in his opinion, were meant to serve man—his sexual needs,
his stomach's needs and his children's needs. Women should stay at
home and keep the fire burning while they waited for the return of
the men folk. They should not be riding to hunt and showing off a
high proficiency with dangerous weapons, not to mention a fearless
stomach when it came to spilling blood.
Yet this woman did all that and had,
apparently, done so for years.
Did she know anything about being a
woman, he wondered, or had that all been pushed out of her to make
way for the practiced masculinity?
She finally slipped her knife back
into her belt. "Now let's finish the hunt. Work first," and then
she shot him a sudden, teasing glance, "play later."
Dom felt his cock swell at the promise
in those words and his racing pulse stumbled. He suspected he would
have a very difficult time keeping his mind on four-legged prey for
the rest of the morning. But he bowed his head in a sharp nod. "As
you wish it."
"Yes," she replied firmly,
her gaze sharply exploring his face. "As I wish it. I am the lord here and
don't you forget it."
How could he not admire her bravery?
Her balls? This incredible huntress had him trapped in her aim, and
there was no escape from the tip of her arrow.
Chapter Eight
The horses clattered into the snowy
yard, dragging the cart full of animal carcasses after them. Cedney
leapt down from her mount and patted its neck. Once again the beast
had carried her safely through another productive hunt. She'd hoped
to prove herself today to Rufus Redbeard and he seemed impressed.
Good.
But there remained the way
he had touched her. His suggestion of tutoring. She did not know
for sure whether he still believed she was a man, but whatever he
thought her sex, Redbeard had made it clear he was attracted.
To her or to the
man she was supposed to be? Did it matter?
Of course it mattered, she chided
herself sternly. What if he gave her away, exposed her as a
woman?
And there was more that concerned her.
If he was truly the uncle of Lady Rosamund, would he act this way
with the man meant to marry his niece? She was more certain now
than ever that he was not the person he pretended to be. His
motives, therefore, could be wicked, dangerous to her
manor.
To encourage his lustiness meant
flirting with trouble, and she ought to keep herself above all
that, as she always did when it came to men who had dared make
their interests plain to Cedney. But this was different. Her
attraction to the man who called himself Rufus matched his to her
and it was not easily swept aside. They were drawn together by an
invisible, magical force. From first sight she was lost in his
powerful aura.
There was only one way to get him out
of her blood.
* * * *
"I would talk to you in my private
chamber, Redbeard."
He'd been brushing down his horse in
the stables and turned in surprise at the sound of that clear, firm
voice.
"I...want to show you
something."
It was only half an hour since they'd
returned from the hunt and, although expectation was heavy in the
air between them, he hadn't expected anything like this to develop
at least until evening.
Perhaps the young "lord" thought that
they would rouse less suspicion in daylight. Or else she was too
impatient for some of that tutoring he'd
ability in the saddle. Bloodwynne was a masterful horseman. Yes,
for a while he'd even forgotten she was a female, as they raced
side by side. But not for long. Whenever he looked into her eyes,
or riveted his gaze upon her mouth, he remembered.
Watching her ride astride that day had
only further increased his desire to claim her body. To have her
mounted on him the same way, leaping over a few fences with his
body beneath her and between her strong thighs.
When she fired her arrow it was always
a clean kill. She never missed. It was a strange feeling indeed,
this admiration and respect that swept him up in its warm clutches.
Women, in his opinion, were meant to serve man—his sexual needs,
his stomach's needs and his children's needs. Women should stay at
home and keep the fire burning while they waited for the return of
the men folk. They should not be riding to hunt and showing off a
high proficiency with dangerous weapons, not to mention a fearless
stomach when it came to spilling blood.
Yet this woman did all that and had,
apparently, done so for years.
Did she know anything about being a
woman, he wondered, or had that all been pushed out of her to make
way for the practiced masculinity?
She finally slipped her knife back
into her belt. "Now let's finish the hunt. Work first," and then
she shot him a sudden, teasing glance, "play later."
Dom felt his cock swell at the promise
in those words and his racing pulse stumbled. He suspected he would
have a very difficult time keeping his mind on four-legged prey for
the rest of the morning. But he bowed his head in a sharp nod. "As
you wish it."
"Yes," she replied firmly,
her gaze sharply exploring his face. "As I wish it. I am the lord here and
don't you forget it."
How could he not admire her bravery?
Her balls? This incredible huntress had him trapped in her aim, and
there was no escape from the tip of her arrow.
Chapter Eight
The horses clattered into the snowy
yard, dragging the cart full of animal carcasses after them. Cedney
leapt down from her mount and patted its neck. Once again the beast
had carried her safely through another productive hunt. She'd hoped
to prove herself today to Rufus Redbeard and he seemed impressed.
Good.
But there remained the way
he had touched her. His suggestion of tutoring. She did not know
for sure whether he still believed she was a man, but whatever he
thought her sex, Redbeard had made it clear he was attracted.
To her or to the
man she was supposed to be? Did it matter?
Of course it mattered, she chided
herself sternly. What if he gave her away, exposed her as a
woman?
And there was more that concerned her.
If he was truly the uncle of Lady Rosamund, would he act this way
with the man meant to marry his niece? She was more certain now
than ever that he was not the person he pretended to be. His
motives, therefore, could be wicked, dangerous to her
manor.
To encourage his lustiness meant
flirting with trouble, and she ought to keep herself above all
that, as she always did when it came to men who had dared make
their interests plain to Cedney. But this was different. Her
attraction to the man who called himself Rufus matched his to her
and it was not easily swept aside. They were drawn together by an
invisible, magical force. From first sight she was lost in his
powerful aura.
There was only one way to get him out
of her blood.
* * * *
"I would talk to you in my private
chamber, Redbeard."
He'd been brushing down his horse in
the stables and turned in surprise at the sound of that clear, firm
voice.
"I...want to show you
something."
It was only half an hour since they'd
returned from the hunt and, although expectation was heavy in the
air between them, he hadn't expected anything like this to develop
at least until evening.
Perhaps the young "lord" thought that
they would rouse less suspicion in daylight. Or else she was too
impatient for some of that tutoring he'd
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