Free The Renegade's Woman by Nikita Black Page A

narrow-minded, people.
     
    "You make me want to be naughty, " she confessed in tones of heated passion. "But only with you. "
     
    "How naughty do you want to be?" he quietly asked, nipping at her with his teeth.
     
    Before she could answer, he blew a stream of chilly air straight into her and she convulsed into a blazing inferno of snowflakes and hot lava. His fingers and tongue spread and slicked over her, arousing her to a fever pitch. For the third time, she experienced the sharp sting of round, forbidden penetration.
     
    Standing Bear's minty lips and tongue sucked and swirled. His fingers coaxed. The lascivious stimulation of the berries made her heat with scandalous excitement.
     
    And drove her over the edge. A fierce orgasm tore through her, racking her with savage pleasure. She reached the peak, grabbed for his head, raked her fingers through his hair. She felt a tug on her bottom, and suddenly the berries popped out in three quick snaps.
     
    She gasped in mute shock.
     
    And came all over again.
     
    Standing Bear wouldn't stop licking her until she gave him two more shuddering climaxes. When he finally crawled up and hugged her to his chest, she was replete and totally exhausted.
     
    His huge erection pressed into her thigh.
     
    "Oh, you must be miserable!" she said and drew back to look into his eyes. In them she saw frustration, but also a gleam of male satisfaction.
     
    "I will have a powerful vision, " he said wryly, and put his lips to her forehead.
     
    "I'll make up for this tomorrow, " she promised, but instead of getting a smile, she felt him sigh. "What is it, Standing Bear?"
     
    He stroked her hair. "The Trading Day with the wagons is in three suns. I must help my uncle prepare the tribe to bring their goods to the meeting place. "
     
    Alarmed, she sat up. "Where will I be? Surely I can help you?"
     
    "I will take you back to the wagons now. "
     
    "But--" She shook her head. "No! I can't go back. I won't!"
     
    "You must. " He scrubbed his face with his hands. "If I take you with me, the Horse Soldiers will come to our village. People will die. You were right. Black Crow was right. I was foolish to ever think I could have you. "
     
    "What are you saying?" She grasped his arms, aghast at what she was hearing. "Don't you want me?"
     
    He pulled her down again and laid her hand over his powerful arousal. "Feel how much I want you. How much I will always want my Pale As Moonlight. Without you by my side I am half a man. " He closed his eyes, his face etched in agony. "But I cannot put my people in danger. "
     
    Oh, holy mother of God. He was going to leave her. After everything she'd given him, everything he had taught her, he would let her go.
     
    "No, " she sobbed, tears seeping over her lashes. "I don't want your people to suffer, but I can't give you up. Standing Bear, please--"
     
    His arms came around her, soothing her despair. "My vision will tell us what to do. I will find a way for us to be together. "
     
    "Promise?"
     
    His eyes spoke the sincerity of his words. "I promise. "
     
    His vision was a nightmare of blood and death.
     
    Mute and invisible, he was forced to endure wave upon wave of faceless Horse Soldiers riding through his village slaughtering his family and friends, over and over again. Before his horrified eyes, he relived his mother's rape, his father's screams as the bayonets found his soft belly. His uncle shot down protecting his baby niece, and Whistling Hills' head bashed with the butt of a cavalry rifle. The terrified cries of his people, the taste of blood and gunpowder on his tongue, it all sickened him. He wanted to die.
     
    The whole time Standing Bear was powerless to do anything. The people did not hear his warning yells, his club sailed right through the soldiers' bodies like they were ghosts, and he couldn't find his Winchester. He ran to the Council Fire and pounded his club into the ground there, tethering himself by his Badger Man sash. But no