Free Purebred by Georgia Fox

anyone.
    And this had been strictly forbidden
by her husband.
    But now he was not there.
    It was just the two of
them.
    She raised her hand to his face and
felt the stubble of an unshaven cheek. He was warm and so full of
life it brought foolish tears to her eyes again. This man was an
unstoppable force and he had claimed her. Not just her body. Her
interest. Her curiosity. Her amusement. Perhaps even her heart? No,
she could not believe that. Could not afford to think that, for
this would not last forever, would it? He would leave soon, his
tasks done. Then she would probably never see him again. Pain
ripped through her. The only way to stop thinking was to kiss him
back. To kiss him with all her strength and desire, to cling to the
time they had left.
    His tongue tangled with hers, hungry,
eager, needy. Together they fell back into the soft hay and she ran
her hands over his broad, muscular shoulders, down his arms, linked
her fingers with his.
    As their mouths parted at last she
whispered shyly, "I like what you do to me, mercenary."
    "Oh, you do?" His brow arched. another
slow, sensuous smile working over his fine lips.
    She reached the leather binding that
tied his hair at the nape of his neck and loosened it until most of
his dark, straight hair spilled free. "Yes. And you may do it to me
again now, if you wish."
    "Oh, may I?"
    She nodded, trying to remain
solemn.
    "Only if you call me by my name," he
said, his dark gaze playing over her mouth and then down to the
side of her neck where she feared he must see the erratic pulse
beating.
    Isobel took a deep breath. "Alonso.
Make love to me, Alonso."
    His eyes opened wider and then he
kissed her neck, her chin, her lips again.
    They rolled together, fumbling for
laces and hooks, getting hay in their hair, not caring in the
least.
    He slid his hands up over her
stockings and cupped her pussy with his warm hand. "I want you to
bear my child, Isobel. Christ, I want it. I want it more than I
ever thought possible."
    She wrapped her arms around his neck
and drew him down for another kiss. "Yes. Give me a babe." It would
be a part of him, of them both. A lasting treasure she would see
grow into his image, long after he had left her. He would leave one
day, of course. It was inevitable. He made his living by traveling
from place to place and fighting for those who hired
him.
    The thought of watching him leave was
like the thrust of a sword through her heart.
    Quickly she reprimanded herself for
pondering his departure again. No dour thoughts, no sadness. Not
today.
    "I need you," she
whispered.
    He laughed softly, his head bowed.
"Well, in truth you need my cock."
    She tugged on his hair
until he looked at her. "I need you . Alonso."
    He blinked and she thought she read a
tender question there, lightening the usual dark shadows of his
eyes. But instead of speaking, he entered her swiftly. She was more
than ready. The thick ridges of his cock slid into her as if they
kissed her inner walls and she clung to him, gasping in delight at
this stolen pleasure. Alonso hooked her leg over his arm and plowed
deeper still, grunting her name, planting damp kisses along her
shoulder and then back up the side of her arching neck. Despite the
urgency of their desire, there was gentleness today, a new warmth
that filled every inch of her.
    They kissed until their lips were
numb, making the most of their chance, breaking all the
rules.
    Was this what it felt like to be
enthralled by a man? To want his touch and his kiss at the risk of
her own life? She feared it was so. He had tricked her into it. The
bastard!
    Later, as they lay in the hay, legs
wrapped around each other, she asked him about his infamous
brothers.
    "First there is Salvador, then
Dominigo, Raul, then me, then Sebastien, Antonino and Ramon." He
paused. "Hmmm, maybe Ramon then Antonino. I forget who is
youngest."
    "You all share the same
mother?"
    He nodded. "My father never married
her. He had a wife already."
    "You are close with