Free Stallion of Ash and Flame (Siren Publishing Classic) by Savanna Kougar

need for her. “Trail,” she whispered against his mouth. A moment later, the realization of how she’d spoken his name sank in. “What are you doing to me?”
    He wasn’t about to tell her. She could retaliate later, his woman. Kick him, bite him, chase him with her bared teeth, he didn’t care. Her protection came first. And so did his stallion claim of her. He burned viciously, like a wind-driven wildfire to mate her.
    “What I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you.” Loosing her hair from his fist, he swept his fingertips down her throat and let one finger slip between her breasts. He tantalized the swells of her cleavage with the brushing strokes of his forefinger.
    She keened a sound of bliss. Matching the rhythm of his finger, she rocked her woman’s mound on the base of his cock, riding him. If his cock could have unzipped his jeans, it would have.
    “Seneca,” he growled. Cupping her ass, he groaned loud and harsh. She felt even better than he’d imagined, which had been over and over. “God, I want you.”
    Drawing in a rapid large breath, she expelled it. “You can’t use a condom.” She stilled, making his cock go ballistic and pulse like a demon. Shaking slightly, she pulled in another huge breath and released it. “If you...if you want to be with me.”
    Damn the situation. What did he tell her? That his physiology wouldn’t allow for any disease in her world, making him a safe sex partner. Or that he couldn’t impregnate her , unless they were in his world. What should he say as a man from Earth?
    “Why?” he rasped. Splaying his hand above her breasts, he caressed and attempted to focus on being just human.
    Her chest heaved, and she nervously stroked his shoulders. “I’m allergic. It, it tears me up inside. Besides—”
    “Besides,” he encouraged. Trail let his hand rove over the spectacular curves of her butt.
    “Besides, I can...I know what to use if...if...”
    “Don’t worry.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “I know I sound like a man who will say anything. Seneca, I’m no danger to you. I swear.” He nuzzled into the thickness of her gorgeous hair. The scent entered his bloodstream like an aphrodisiac. “I swear it.”
    She trembled, her hands rapidly floating back and forth over his shoulders. “I shouldn’t trust you. There’s no reason, but I do. God, help me, I do. Maybe, it’s intuition—”
    Halting her words, he sensually moved his lips down the side of her face, found her lips and kissed her deeply, and for a long time. It felt as if he brought her essence into himself. Her response was tentative, yet willing. He realized she couldn’t give that much of herself, not yet. He knew what she could give him. What she wanted to give.
    He nipped her bottom lip and used his lips to bite her chin. He nibbled down the side of her neck and grazed her with his teeth. She moaned wildly, rocking her swollen sex on his grateful shaft. “Please,” she desperately whispered. “Please, you make me ache like I’m in heat.”
    Trail rejoiced, mentally kicking up his heels. His intention to mate her must be influencing her hormones already. Like a man possessed by every possible lust, he swept his hands all over her body while he nipped her shoulder with furious kisses. She lunged even closer against him, flattening her breasts on his chest
    and boldly bucking her hips. With her sex lips enfolding his cock, he felt her sweltering wetness even through her pants and his jeans.
    Wanting her entirely at his mercy before he hauled her off to her bedroom, he seized her butt cheeks, lifting her so she wrapped her beautifully shaped legs around him and pressed her hot plump sex more snugly against his shaft.
    “Oh, god,” she whimpered. “Your cock feels hard as steel.” She strained, riding up and down his length as she could. “And hot as blazes.”
    “Blazing and ready for you,” he growled like a mindless heathen.
    “God, I hope you make it good.” She paused,