Regardless of whatever else we get up to.
I follow Joan back down the stairs where the smell of meat cooking hits me hard. My stomach rumbles, and I’m reminded all I’ve eaten since breakfast was an apple.
Not that I need the reminder. Warden is sat at the table, making his way through a bowl filled with them. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand with a guilty expression once he sees me.
“The food will be ready shortly,” John calls out cheerily. “I hope the Brag has room.”
“I hope so too,” I say, sitting down next to Warden and giving him a searching look.
“We’re staying here tonight, my little mare,” he says quietly. “Because I can’t go another step without mating you into oblivion.”
WARDEN
Of course, I have to wait to be alone with my mate. The food is good and the company not unpalatable. John has spent some considerable time in the Night Lands and wanted to know what was happening with the Faerie, specifically in the Shadow Keep.
I gave him enough information to keep his interest, but not too much. After all, what is trust these days when you can fall through a portal to the Underhill from an unassuming tavern?
Eventually we are shown to our quarters in the rear of the property with exhortations to enjoy their hospitality to the full.
“You look so beautiful.” I gently pluck at the woollen shift Hazel wears, the colours setting off her eyes. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
“Except when John brought out the apple tart.”
A smile steals over my face. “I’d still prefer to taste you, no matter how good it was.”
It was good.
My sweet mate is better. I lift Hazel onto the large bed. The room itself is significantly larger than I’d have thought a cottagelike this would have, but Joan had explained they often host travellers passing through on their way to Moranik.
I’m able to swiftly remove the soft leg coverings my mate wears and expose her to me. She is moist in the flickering candlelight and her scent is incredible.
“You know they want us to do this, don’t you?” Hazel says, shivering under my touch as I slide my hand up her creamy thigh until I can dip a finger inside her, making her moan with pleasure.
“All of the Yeavering wants a mated Brag to bless their land,” I rasp, licking my finger clean and feeling my todger practically punch its way out of my trousers. “But what I want is to pleasure you until you can’t scream my name anymore.”
I lap at her. My tongue delves inside her hot channel as Hazel grabs for my horns and I practically mess in my pants. Her flavour, her scent, her touch are all driving me wild, wilder than ever as I pay particular attention the little pearl underneath the hood and the area which causes her to make a noise I adore.
With a sweet cry, her body convulses and her hands tighten on my horns, her sweet cunt firing her nectar into my mouth, better than any apple tart.
And there’s something else, something which makes my heart flip in my chest and my stomach clench. A new scent, one which penetrates every part of my body.
“Little mare,” I growl. “I need to breed you.”
Hazel raises her head, her eyes half-lidded from pleasure. The moment they meet mine, her delicious pussy runs with her moisture.
“Warden?” she says, her breath coming in gasps. “What’s happening?”
“I rut for you, sweet mare. I have to fill your belly.”
“I’m on fire.”
“Your body wants to be bred,” I growl. “It wants you to present for me.”
Hazel’s eyes roll in her head, and her fingers slide down to her cunt, exploring herself.
“I am…”
“You are soaking for me, for my seed. It will take root.”
