ReluctantConsort by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online Page A

eyesight. They were the
perfect creatures for moving quickly through the Causeway.
    The little prince who had arrived begging for his sister’s
life was shadow-damned lucky he had not been found by the Torc before the Ogre
sensed him.
    Transporting the sorceress to the Taithleach fortress though
would be a bit tricky, especially for Caedan, the only warrior of the group
whose Torc had been trained to allow a female upon his back. He was so trained
by Muse, giving Caedan to wonder once again why she had chosen his mount.
    Torc, like the wizard snow owls, bonded with their riders,
which made it near impossible for other Ogre warriors to ride them.
    And Torc rarely sensed females in the mists and had no trust
toward them. That quirk had made it incredibly difficult for Muse to train the
creature. It ensured now that the Torc accepted Arabella easily.
    With her slender legs now straddling his thighs, her breasts
pressed against his chest, she was a treasured weight.
    A torturous pleasure.
    “Brother.” Daelan’s low tone drew his immediate attention
for it was heavy with warning.
    “Daelan?” he questioned his twin.
    “Should you close your senses to me while carrying her so,
for even a moment—take even the briefest second of shared sensation that I may
feel from her riding atop your cock and I promise you I’ll feed you to the
dracas outside the fortress myself. Do we understand one another?”
    And Daelan was in no joking frame of mind.
    Caedan maintained his blank expression but amusement
threatened at the corners of his lips as he gave a short nod.
    “Understood,” he assured his brother.
    Accepting the rest of the slight weight of the petite
princess as Daelan arranged her thighs over his, Caedan swore he would lose his
seed to his breeches immediately.
    “Sweet mercy,” Daelan rasped as Caedan felt the soft heat of
Arabella’s mound settle across his hardened flesh.
    “Aye, brother,” Caedan breathed out, his voice rough as his
twin stepped back slowly.
    “Ride easy,” Daelan bit out, his voice guttural as Caedan
buried his fingers into the long curls trailing down her back.
    Silken.
    Daelan could sense the feel of her hair against his own palm
as the twin bond kicked in more strongly than ever before, Caedan knew.
    Caedan blew out a hard breath and closed his eyes briefly.
He assured himself he would indeed survive this venture into the magickal
alignment that would ensure the bond of warriors to a Sorceress they had never
imagined could be theirs.
     
    Such pleasure.
    Arabella wanted to lift to it, to ride the peaking
sensations heating between her thighs and torturing her mound with such exquisite
sensations.
    The hard heat of her warrior’s leather-covered erection was
making her crazed. Especially after her father’s mistresses had torn the curls
of her mound free with the heated wax they’d poured upon it days before.
    Her thighs clenched on the powerful breadth of his, her
nails biting into the woven shirt covering his back.
    Caedan. She knew his name.
    Just as she knew his brother’s, Daelan.
    They were the lovers she’d met in the enchanted garden of
the Causeway. The ones she had so grieved of losing when she’d left them last.
    “Ease me,” she whispered as her magick gathered, writhing
beneath her flesh as she fought to release it.
    “Soon, little heart.” His voice was rough, controlled. “Too
many warriors surround us now.”
    “They can turn away.” Her thighs clenched again, found
strength, then slowly rode the thick ridge torturing her sensitive flesh.
    Such pleasure. It bloomed and burned within her as the
prickling heat of magick built with such wondrous power that it should have
frightened her. Always she had feared the magic growing inside her, knowing
that should it be detected her life would be forfeit.
    Here, in this dark, desolate place, it was only growing
though. Held against one of the warriors she had grieved of never seeing again,
she could feel those twisting