Virgin Outcast: Bred to the Beast by Fannie Tucker Read Free Book Online Page A

only quiet and shy around others.  His mind was as strong as his arm.
    Rela arched an eyebrow and sniffed.  "And some of your friends wouldn't be better suited for carrying heavy kegs than your sweetling here ?"
    Mykal nodded.  "If I could find them.  Van and Brom said something about finding some nightberries to mix in with the punch.  I think they went down to the brook. "
    Rela's eyes widened in alarm, and she hurried off into the night .  Nightberries were harmless, except for the uncontrollable and extremely smelly flatulence they caused .  Rela couldn't let such a prank go unpunished.
    "Won't Van and Brom be mad when they find out you sent Rela after them?" Kara said.
    Mykal grinned and shook his head.  "Van's already in trouble; his father made him stay home to muck out the stalls.  Last I saw Brom, he was dancing with Elza.  We've got a little time before Rela figures that out, though."  He took her hand again, and they hurried away from the firelight .   In the darkness near the edge of the village, the night sky came into full view, a glorious, glittering display of shining lights that filled the sky, broken only by the dark bulk of the mountains on the western horizon.
     
    Kara wanted the hayloft, but Mykal's farm was a mile outside Krall , and it wouldn't be long before someone noticed they were missing.  Mykal led Kara to the blacksmith's forge.  Only warm coals remained of the day's fires, but it was enough to keep the open-aired forge at a comfortable temperature.
    "What would Hirom say if he knew we were in here?" Kara asked, teasing.
    "He'd probably put me to work pumping those bellows," Mykal hissed.  "Keep your voice down so we don't find out."
    He wrapped his arm around Kara and pulled her close, much closer than they'd been on the green.  Closer than was decent for an unmarried young couple.  She breathed in his scent, the sharp tang of smoke and steel and sweat from long hours at the forge mingling with his own heady musk to swirl in her nostrils, making her dizzy and light-headed.  It was hard to think straight around Mykal, but other things felt so much easier.  Too easy, some of them.  He hadn't taken her virginity yet, but they'd found plenty to do that would earn them a strong penance if the Wise Woman or the Elders found out.
    Kara tilted her chin upward, and Mykal's lips found hers.  Despite the rough stubble of his beard, his lips felt soft and warm, and Kara's mouth opened to his probing tongue.   The taste and texture of his tender kiss overwhelmed her, and t heir tongues slid together, caressing at first, then wrestling as the intensity of their kiss grew hotter .  Mykal's face pressed against hers, and he inhaled deeply, pulling her close with an arm too strong to resist.  His callused hand slid down the small of her back to cup the swell of her bottom, squeezing hard enough that Kara gasped in surprise as he lifted her up onto a workbench.
    He bent and traced a line of wet kisses across her jaw line to nuzzle the gentle curve along the side of her neck, and Kara moaned and rolled her head back as his lips left a tingling sensation on her skin.
    H eat blossom ed between her legs, smoldering embers kindled by a bellows, and she knew Mykal would coax that heat into a blazing flame.  She couldn't have him, not yet, but oh how she wanted to!
    As though sensing her crumbling resolve , Mykal's big hands slid up her arms and gently cupped her breasts, round and full and firm .  His thumbs rolled over her nipples, and she sensed his building excitement as she responded to his touch, her tips swelling to hard pebbles beneath the fabric of her dress.
    Suddenly that fabric felt impossibly constraining; she needed it off, needed his hands on her bare skin.  She was breathing fast now, too fast.  Mykal could sense her urgent desire, and it fueled his own.  He moved his hands behind her back, and his fingers moved down the row of buttons with a deftness unexpected in those