Bakra Bride by N. J. Walters Read Free Book Online

Leaning down, he brushed his lips lightly against hers. “We will take you separately and together so that you may choose which of us you find more sexually pleasing.”
    Still reeling from his kiss, it took a moment for his words to sink it. Flinging herself from his arms, she came to her feet and backed slowly away from him. “You’ve got to be kidding.” A dream was one thing, but this was getting out of hand.
    He came to his feet in a leisurely manner, totally unthreatening. He didn’t fool her for a minute. He was about as tame as a wild lion.
    She had the feeling he was toying with her and she didn’t like it. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at him. “You stay right where you are.” She flung out her hands to ward him off as he sauntered closer.
    “No. You are mine and I choose to claim you first.”

Chapter Four
    Zaren couldn’t take his eyes off her and he didn’t even know her name. He was still reeling at the appearance of an unclaimed woman on his land. But to find out that the tapestry had brought her astounded him. There had already been a tapestry bride in this generation. Rarely in the history of Javara had the tapestry brought a second bride.
    But she was here and he would have her. He matched her step for step as she backed away from him. He didn’t want to frighten her, but he would not allow her to run from him.
    Her silky black hair was swept away from her face and hung to her shoulders. She was slender, almost skinny, but her breasts were high and firm and he longed to see them, to taste them. Her face was thin, but her skin was fine and incredibly soft. When he’d brushed his thumb over her cheek, it had colored an enchanting shade of pink. Her eyes, a dark blue, got even darker as he moved toward her.
    She licked her lips and glanced nervously over her shoulder as if gauging the distance to the woods. He could have told her that she’d never make it, but he let her have her way. She’d realize soon enough that there was nowhere to run.
    He swallowed a groan when she nibbled on her full lower lip. She was keeping her eyes on his face, but if she looked lower there was no way she could miss the huge bulge in the front of his pants as his cock swelled. He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted this one.
    “What is your name?” She stumbled slightly on the uneven ground but regained her footing.
    “Jane Smith,” she automatically replied.
    He said the name over in his mind. He liked it. “Welcome to Javara, Jane Smith.” Her name rolled easily off his tongue and he savored the sound.
    “Is that where this is?” He nodded as she took another step backwards. “Never heard of it, so this must be a dream.”
    Her eyes telegraphed her intentions before she ever moved, so that when she broke and ran for the woods, he was right behind her. She spared a glance over her shoulder and as she did, she lost her footing on the small slope and began to fall. Lunging forward, he caught her in his arms, twisting his body so that as they fell on the grass and dirt, his body sheltered hers.
    They landed hard against the ground, but his much larger body took the brunt of it. With one arm wrapped around her waist and the other pressing her face to his chest, she was well protected. Zaren expected her to try and run again, but she didn’t move. Her very stillness frightened him. Had he failed to protect her? Was she hurt?
    Rolling to the side, he carefully laid her flat on the grass and braced himself on one arm. Cupping her precious face in his hand, he brushed her pale skin with his thumb. “Are you hurt?”
    She blinked up at him, looking so lost and forlorn that he felt his heart lurch. “Jane, are you hurt?”
    “This is real?” She said the words slowly as if she couldn’t quite believe them.
    Nodding slightly, he shifted closer to her. “Yes. The tapestry is magic, Jane.” Bending down, he kissed her forehead, her cheeks and her nose. “It has brought you to the House of Bakra and