Free Tip of the Spear by Marie Harte Page A

and tasted her. By all that
was holy, he wanted more.
    She
flushed and sat back on her heels, straddling his hips. “Why did you do that? And
why did you do this in the first place?”
    “Damn,
you taste good.” He worked to regulate his breathing and tried his best to
explain. Thais didn’t look so much angry as confused. And downright sexy. “I
was dreaming. I told you I’d dream about you, didn’t I?”
    “Yes,
but why are you over here? Last night you sat across the fire.”
    “You
stared moaning in your sleep. Restless, upset.” Her pain had bothered him on a
level that made him uncomfortable. “You were also shivering from cold. Probably
should have dried out that hair before falling asleep. So I put my arms around
you and you fell asleep. I was tired enough to rest with you.”
    She
flushed. More embarrassed because of a nightmare or because of the near sex
they’d had? It was something he’d ask her about… once he cleaned himself up.
    “I’m
sorry I woke you. But this—I—”
    “This
wasn’t intentional. I swear.” He shifted underneath her and groaned, not
needing another erection with her so close.
    “What’s
wrong? Did I hurt you?”
    Damned
innocent. The brief joy from his climax faded under an annoying need to make her feel better. Well, screw her. He didn’t need to play nursemaid to Thais. The
woman could fend for herself just fine.
    “You
want to see what you did to me?” he rasped. Without waiting for her answer, he
unbuttoned his trousers and parted them. He showed her his semi-hard shaft
covered with seed. Masochist that he was, he wrapped her hand around him. “ That’s what you did. You got me so hard I came from dry humping you. Made a right
mess of myself.”
    She
stared down at him, speechless. Her gaze fastened on his cock and stayed there,
especially when it hardened in her grip. “Does it hurt?” she asked in a low
voice.
    “Not
now. But it’s going to again, real soon. I can feel it.” He groaned, losing his
ability to think beyond the pressing ache in his groin.
    “You
spilled seed,” she said, examining him with curiosity. “For breeding.”
    “You
could say that. Hmm, rub it some more. Up and down.” He watched her watching
him and thought it the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. Seeing Thais get
him off had him harder than stone.
    “This
is what makes it leak? When I do this?” She rubbed him right where he liked,
and his eyes rolled back in his head.
    “Fuck,
yes,” he hissed. “Thais, feel how hard I am? That’s because I want you.”
    “To
spill inside me?”
    “Hell,
yeah, to spill inside you. You’ve never had anything inside you before, have
you?” He shifted under her, gratified when she squeezed him tighter.
    “No.
Only Amazons selected to breed may,” she murmured, apparently caught in the
same wave of lust that he was to mention a part of her past. “You feel harder
to me. As if you are growing.”
    “More.
Rub faster just under there. Feel how hard my balls are?” He shoved his jeans
down and tried to widen his legs. He pulled her other hand closer and groaned
when she cupped him. His hips arched into her touch, completely under her
control. “I want to come inside you, in your mouth, your cunt. You have no idea
what I want to do to you,” he breathed, staring up at her with promise. “Just
say the word and I’ll give it all to you, honey.”
    She
frowned. “I feel… funny. I’m as slick as you are.” She slid her fingers over
his shaft and balls, rubbing his semen into his skin even as she looked at him
with suspicion.
    She’s
wet. Oh shit. She wants it and doesn’t know what it means.
    “I’m
aching inside,” she continued, killing him. “Burning. Is this what it feels
like to you?”
    Fuck.
I’m nearly there. “Yeah, oh yeah, aching. Fuck me, I’m
coming again. Hold me tight,” he urged before he grunted and spattered his
shirt with more come than he’d thought he had left.
    She
eventually removed her