‘Your fantasy is my bidding.’
He reached forward and kissed her lips, then her nape, then trailed his lips down to her nipple, which he took into his mouth and suckled, then bit.
She moaned, pushing more of it into his heated tonguing.
Minutes later, he was slicking in and out of her, his cock slamming into her wet slit, her moans driving him to the edge of ecstasy.
He blew with a lengthy groan, throwing his head and flowing hair back, bucking so hard his thighs almost cramped.
Fokk, what you do to me,he growled into her mind moments later, still gasping into her nape.Suna xore ni saji, you drive me wild.
She kept trembling through her climax, her lips parted as she panted through orgasm after orgasm.
When she finally stilled, it took all hiseverlovin’will to untangle from her.
She moaned when his cock eased from her.
‘We’ve work to do, beautiful, we need to set the sheep free to roam again,’ he told the woman lying on her side. ‘Get up, woman.’
Sheba groaned as Idan slapped her ass and rose from the nest of furs with a grin.
His eyes lit with a glow from their shared intimacy and the profound heat of their connection.
He rustled up breakfast as she bathed.
When she emerged, he took her place in the bathhouse, then helped her into her gear.
Grabbing Sheba’s ever-present med kit and Idan’s food and tools pack, they stepped out of the hut into a landscape of diamond-bright snow and absolute silence.
They trekked to the barn and deeper into the limestone cavern, the snow crunching beneath their heavy-soled boots.
When Idan rolled the granite sphere aside, the ewes erupted from the dark in a frantic surge of wool, excitement, and panic.
A dozen of the younger sheep, intoxicated by the sudden light, escaped.
Dashing through the open barn doors, they headed for the high ridges where the wind whipped away the last vestiges of snow.
Idan shook his head, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. ‘I’m going to check the pastures and fences,’ he told his woman. ‘With me?’
She nodded, and they laced hands together, their breath blooming in the crisp air as they moved over untouched drifts to check on the grass paddocks.
As they crested a rock-spur, a prickle of static crawled up Idan’s spine.
He sensed a signature; someone was tracking them.
With the raw power of the stars coiled in his veins, he was confident in his ability to defend them from any threat from the shadows.
Yet, this presence wasn’t aggressive; it was meek, scared almost.
He sent out a subtle psionic sweep and paused as the feedback hit him.
It was a young girl.
He slowed his pace and gathered Sheba close.
‘What’s wrong?’ his woman asked in a whisper.
Idan held a finger to his lips. ‘We’re being followed. It’s a child.’
