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“We don’t need a comfy bed,
Kalos
,” he whispered against her mouth as he backed her into the very steamy spray of water, and then finished drawing the curtain around them. His voice was all throaty and sexy as he gathered her in his arms. “This will do quite nicely.”

The bathtub wasn’t small, but it didn’t seem large enough either. “I really don’t think this will work…” Ella managed between his drugging kisses. Temped water sluiced down her back, gluing her wet hair to her cheeks and neck.

Al was glued to her front. The hair on his chest titillated her breasts, his erection pushed impatiently against her belly.

In spite of the now lukewarm water, Ella was fever-ridden and so ready, her heart raced and her nipples felt ultra sensitive.

Al chuckled with a deep, masculine sound and nibbled on the underside of her chin. He skimmed his hand down…over her breast, much too brief in whisking lightly down her waist, her hip, and settling on her upper thigh. “Have a little faith. Put your arms around my neck.”

Ella did as she was told.

He hooked his hand under her knee, angled into her, and slid his cock inside her to sheath himself to the hilt. He maneuvered her foot to the bathtub’s rim, his hands sure, his kisses intoxicating with lust.

This centaur was making her light-headed with passion. He certainly knew how to deliver astonishing pleasure with his clever mouth and predatory fingers.

Aleksander took his lovemaking to an artistic new level, and he took it seriously. Strong, rhythmic strokes pumped in and out.

“You’ve done this before.” Her inner muscles clenched to hold him.

“Practice drills, getting ready for you. I want this to be good for you.” He kissed her long and deep.

The sincerity and tenderness in his voice as he kissed her neck splintered her apart. She lost track of time, caught up in a storm of desire as he filled her thoughts with unbelievable kisses and touches, so powerful she couldn’t catch her breath.

Making love in the old-fashioned tub wasn’t just possible. It was mind-blowingly fantastic.
Ella’s body tightened, every cell saturated with hot lust for this male, and some other emotion she couldn’t name.

“Are we finished here?” she asked as he pumped into her. All while washing her subtly and managing to get all her girly parts doing the happy dance, despite the twisting contortions. “I want more than this.”

Alek leaned away far enough to glance down at the now clean wound on his leg. “Your wish is my command,
Kalos
.”

Sixteen

A
leksander inhaled deeply.

Sweet scents of violet and pine mingled with the clean freshness of sun-dried bed sheets. The wild mixture of Boronda’s floral bouquet drifted from a potpourri bowl on the dresser. Beneath the cloying layer was a vague hint of roses that grew in colorful hillside profusion.

Yet none was so arousing as the fragrance of the female in his arms. Lightly scented jasmine drifted from the glossy fall of Ella’s hair and blended with the beauty of her body…and
the musk of her arousal
.

Alek swept his hand over the satiny surface of her skin, feeling every dip and hollow with the tips of his fingers. The notch of her navel…the crease where her hip and thigh joined…the soft, curly hair covering her sweet spot.

Bending his head, he sucked on a rosy nipple, circling his tongue before pressing it flat against the roof of his mouth. His reward was a soft moan and an arching of Ella’s back that pushed her deeper between his lips. He molded the full swell of her breast, loving the feel of its warm weight in his palm.

His cock stood hard enough to pound nails from the moment Ella untied his first boot. They were in a hideaway haven, with as many amenities as a Centaur home in the forest had to offer. He’d nearly ripped her clothes off in his urgency to get rid of them, to feel naked skin against naked skin. Since they’d arrived, he was so wound up that he was afraid he’d explode before they even got started.

You’re Kempor Aleksander, Head Centaur Guard. You have legendary experience and control. Use it now.
He gritted his teeth and cranked it back as much as he could, resolved to take the time to do this properly. But gazing at her was enough to ramp up his fevered arousal.

Ella’s beautiful nude body was a work of art, with her succulent hips and breasts.

His eyes strayed to the advent of her thighs, to the plush nest which hid the secret of her sex—the tastiest flesh he’d ever licked. She was a banquet and Alek’s only conflict was whether to attack her first with his mouth or let
Meat Wrench
have her. He’d barely contained himself to crawl out of the tub and get her into the floorbed with him, so great was his need to take her where they stood.

Her other nipple poked at him with tempting fascination, and he moved his mouth to cover it. He trailed his hand down her body, over the soft swell of her belly, to the wet slit below.

Gods. So wet, so ready.
How was he supposed to hold back?

Ella moaned and parted her thighs to his touch.

He easily found her hot nub with the pad of his thumb. While he sucked deeply on her taut nipple, his thumb brushed back and forth against the tiny bundle of nerves, drawing the little whimpers of pleasure that turned him on even more.

Alek lifted his head to sweep his lips against hers, gently licking them, teasing the corners, nibbling on her full lower one. Her lips lured him with their sensuous swell, and he learned he loved to kiss and taste them. Nip at them.

He could lose hours just making love to her mouth.

Ella opened her mouth then, and he pounced on the perfect moment by slipping his tongue in to find the hot slickness inside. The hesitant touch of her tongue against his, sent arrows of fire rocking through him. The strike went straight to his throbbing cock and aching balls.

Whoa, buddy. Slow down.
He only had one opportunity to show how much he wanted her. How he felt about her—royal duties be dammed.

Their tongues danced, slowly at first, and then darting back and forth while his thumb continued to work her clit in an unhurried motion.

Ella moaned again, the tight sound echoing into his mouth. Her hands pulled at his back, straining her body closer to his.

When she bent her legs and dropped her thighs wide open, he accepted her silent invitation to explore farther. He moved his hand until he slid two fingers into the hot well of her center.

Holy Bacchus. Hot, hot, hot!

So very wet. The tight walls of her sex were slippery with her juices, her flesh pulsing around his fingers.

Aleksander tore his mouth away from her.“Ella.” His voice was hoarse and he hardly recognized it. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Then don’t,” she urged. “I want you inside me. I want you now.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.” Meat Wrench jumped with joy.

Alek levered himself to his knees, ready for action. However, the sight of her damp, welcoming pink center was so tempting, so mouth-watering, that first he had to have a taste. Lowering his head, he used his thumbs to spread her labia wide, then lapped the length of her slit and let his goatee tickle her clit.

“For the love of Bacchus!” Ella’s desperate keen of pleasure sent another surge of heat through him. And he loved those sounds.

Thus, he did it again…and again, not sure who he teased most. Licking the honey-tart taste from his lips, Aleksander moved into position, notching himself at her opening. With one firm roll of his hips, he entered her scorching, wet heat.

Oh, gods of mythic pleasure!

Her small inner muscles clamped around him so tight, it was like being burned alive by the sweetest heat. He clenched his jaw, every muscle in his body tightening with the need for release, but he held himself in check, allowing time to enjoy the feel of her around him like a hot glove.

“Al.”

Alek squeezed his eyes shut. The breathy sound of his name on her delectable tongue would be his undoing. But he wanted his name,
his full name
, to pass between her lips before he tumbled them over the edge.

“My name is Aleksander. Say it.”

“Al…”

He hooked his arm around one of her knees, lifting her leg high. Pulling back, he drove into her hard.

“Oh, yes! Yes—Aleksander.”

“That’s my girl.” He added a playful slap to her ass. “Say it again.”

This time Ella’s voice strained. She arched and threw her head back. “Al—Aleksander!”

“Yes,
Kalos.
” He pounded her in earnest now, his scrotum tightening, pressure building. If he gritted his teeth any harder, he’d chip the points off. Strain of holding back was almost painful, and he closed his eyes tight.

Ella’s short nails sank into his skin where she gripped his forearms. “I’m—Holy Titans!”

Faint spasms gripped the head of his deeply buried cock. The milking sensation moved up his shaft with increasing strength and speed.

Beneath him, Ella’s body bucked. She cried out, moaning long and low. Her small hands moved to cling to his back.

If she drew blood, he could really give a shit.

This was ecstasy at its peak.

The best he’d ever had.

With a subtle shift, Ella reached down and grabbed a handful of his hardworking ass, pressed him into her and forced him to lag his frantic movements.

“Gods,” he moaned. “Please.” The slide and drag was more than he could bear, his whole body felt the sensation. Tight, wet, hot, she enveloped him. She moved beneath him in a slow pumping rhythm.

He didn’t last long.

Explosions of white-hot rapture, and he was there. Aleksander stiffened his arm braced beside her shoulder, slapped his hips once more to hers, and let loose his climax. Buried deep, liquid energy erupted from his body into hers, creating a shockwave that ripped him in two.

Time stopped. The forest fell away. All that remained was a perfect female Troll who gathered his depleted body close.

On the slow float back to earth, Aleksander realized it was the only time a woman had ever taken such care to pleasure
him
.

He wanted to weep, but of course a soldier would never do that. Instead, he rolled to his side, turning Ella so her warm back lay spooned against his chest. In his arms, he held her pliant body close and cupped a soft breast. Nipples distended from his greedy mouth, rolled between his thumb and forefinger.

“Ella…will you stay with me?”

Alek felt her subtle stiffening, as if a bolt of lightning had struck. She’d been indifferent to him before, to think her feelings hadn’t changed constricted his chest.

Impossible. I’m…me!

Many mythics harbored racism toward the other nationalities. Because of the Great War, Nymphs and Centaurs carried mutual hatred. The Council of Trolls long argued their ancestors created the underground caverns of the Centaur palace. His race didn’t believe Trolls carried the acumen of schematical thinking. Thus, occasional skirmishes broke out.

At the moment, he didn’t care if he believed in anything past cuddling the Troll nestled in his arms.

Ella inched her hips away from his, then cleared her throat. “Define the word
stay
.”

A tingling itch erupted at the base of his spine. It quickly climbed his back, engulfed each vertebra along the way, and spread to cover his ribcage.

“I’m transitioning. I don’t want this to scare you.” Experience taught him the females liked to watch and often left him on the sidelines like an odd freak show. “You feel so damn good in my arms. I don’t want to let you go.”

Hearing his words, Ella’s body relaxed. Her hand came up and covered his, where it lay caressing her breast. “Then, I’m glad I have a view of the closet if you think I’ll scream like a little cub.”

Alek chuckled at her smartass response and placed a kiss behind her ear. Under their lightweight blanket, his spine elongated and rear legs grew, creating an amusing rise as the coverlet mysteriously expanded below. Millions of air beads inside the floorbed’s mattress adjusted in accordance to his changing weight. His tail pushed out from beneath the blanket, and he swished the growing hair to keep them from tangling.

Alek nuzzled her jasmine scented throat, taking time to suck her earlobe and nip the smooth line of her neck. She wriggled her bottom against the fur sprouting with the transformation of his equine front legs. In return, he hugged her tight, closing his eyes and relishing the intimate moment.

“Women must line up around the boundary for a chance to be with you during transition.” Subtle, yet still there…her ever present hint of sarcasm.

He huffed a laugh. “What makes you say that?”

Ella turned in his arms, wedging her narrow waist between his forelegs.

Carefully, he lifted his top hoof and scooped her hourglass figure closer…then groaned when the wanton Troll slid her leg over his hide-covered girth.

Playing with his neck chain, she refused to meet his eyes. “I’m not stupid, Al. I saw females crawling all over you at the speed-date.”

Alek ran his hand up and down her soft back in what he hoped was a soothing manner. This was a ticklish predicament. He’d never had his reputation and good looks get in the way of his females before.

His lips pressed her forehead, and he spoke softly into her hair, “I’ve never been with anyone while I transitioned into my true form.”

She gave an indelicate snort. “Yeah, right. A moment ago in the shower, you let on differently.”

Her head leaned back, and the clearest pools of aquamarine gazed into his soul.

“I meant, I—”

“Oh, I know what you meant. And it’s okay. If it makes you any feel better, it was a good line.” Ella slid her leg away.

Alek wanted to grab it back and keep her close to him. She turned her shoulders to roll out from between his forelegs, the pain of self-doubt expressed in the flattened lines of her lips.

Before she could spin out of his arms and leap out of bed, Alek gripped her arm above the elbow to hold her in place.“It’s not okay, and that wasn’t a line. What I was going to say is, I haven’t—”

“Been with a Troll?” she supplied. The look she threw him might have ignited a forest fire. “Or maybe my wide-load rear-end was a first for you.”

For as much as he loved the females, he’d never live long enough to understand them. How had she’d gone from a moaning, pumping, frenzied Troll who had gripped his cock without using her hands, to a spitfire with narrowed green eyes in a matter of seconds?

Enough was enough.

Yes, he’d been with Trolls before. And one in particular carved his heart into a million pieces by her betrayal. But the female in his memory, and the one who lie beside him, naked and spitting thorns, were mythic worlds apart.

Aleksander could no longer rein in his frustration. “What in
Tartarus
are you yakking about?”

Tears welled, creating green pools she blinked to disperse. “Why? Why did you sleep with me?”

Heartbreakingly beautiful, he watched her face crumble and tears spill over.

He used his finger to push some loose hair behind her ear. “
Kalos,
you’re reading me wrong.”

Ella sniffled and turned away, as though fighting to bring herself under control. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“In the old language it means beautiful, and you are.” At his urging pressure, she rolled back to face him and brought her chin up to meet his gaze. He searched her face, the lines of confusion, written between her fiery red brows. “What is it?”