Free Surrender by Sophia Johnson Page A

the distance like a lustful hand to stop at the
hair covering her maiden's place.
    Lush. Beautiful. Curly. More auburn than that
on her head. He felt himself stirring and held tight to his
control, willing his stubborn cock to stillness. His heart beat
faster as his gaze settled on the underside of her firm breasts. He
wanted to look higher, but if he did so, she would learn he was
awake.
    He didn't want her to know. He wanted to see
what she would do.
    He saw.
    Elyne gently eased herself onto the bed,
lying rigid as a fence board. He heard her swallow. For truth, more
gulp than swallow. Funny, that. He had never noted such a thing
before.
    The pillow moved when she turned her head to
watch him, and he knew when she made up her mind for she eased
closer to him until their skin touched. She stopped like he had
scalded her. After several breaths, her hand crept over to stroke
across his chest, so light it tickled the hairs there.
    He allowed his body to stir. Just the
smallest bit, as a man would who is restless and enjoying a dream.
Huh! After all, she
was
big on dreams.
    He mumbled gibberish under his breath and
slowly rolled on his side to face her. He breathed a light sigh and
let his arm flop across her. Pox'd Lucifer! She near jumped from
the bed. She seemed afraid to breathe but finally quieted. And when
she started to put her arm around him, he muttered again and flung
himself on his back. He near laughed when she whispered a
frustrated response.
    "Drats."
    Had she slipped him another potion in his
food? If it was a sleeping potion, it wasna working. The only thing
he felt at the time was controlled lust when she moved to put her
left arm across his chest and her soft breasts teased his skin.
    "Umph?" He pretended to be reluctantly
awakening.

    Elyne felt uncertain. What was the matter
with Sir Graemme? He should have been mindless with desire by now.
Did he not eat the foods she had Cook prepare for him? Cook had
laced them with aphrodisiacs taken from her mother's recipes. Elyne
had thought such would make a man helpless not to couple with a
woman. How was she to keep him here until long after the sun's rise
if he wouldna awake and be properly lustful?
    She went over all the recipes in her mind,
but she could not think of a single thing to make a man groggy.
Except too much wine. But, Hades, her father drank more wine than
she had sent to Graemme's room. It couldna be the reason. Ah.
Perchance he had not the proper, er, stimulation? How did one go
about properly preparing a man? She thought over all the rutting
she had seen her brother Moridac and his women performing in the
darkened corridors.
    She would try. There was no help for it.
    She eased up on her knees, and remembering
how large his body was when atop him in the courtyard below, she
reached one arm across his middle to place her hand on the bed for
balance. Once there, she stretched her legs wide to straddle his
hard, muscular hips.
    She near fell forward when the bare cleft
between her legs settled down on the hard male heat of a growing
erection. She had seen the women sit upright and rock back and
forth, making Moridac grunt in agony.
    She rocked.
    Graemme grunted.
    She nodded, satisfied. She must be doing
something right.
    After her fifth rocking motion, his whole
body tensed as stiff as it had when her father's sword had pricked
the hollow of his neck. Bleh! She was doing it wrong. She knew she
was for sure when his hands flew up to grasp her shoulders and
forced her to stillness.
    "What in cruddy Hades do ye think ye are
doin'?"
    She squealed when he flipped them both over
until she was beneath him. Now, 'twas his knees which straddled
her.
    "Tell me!" He shook her shoulders up and down
on the bed, making her head bounce on the pillow.
    "I wished to seduce ye." Ack! She had not
meant to come right out with it. What ailed her? She had to think
quickly. "I didna wish to wait two months till ye returned."
    He stared at her, not believing a word of
it.
    "Ye