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Niall’s hooves hit the dirt road beneath them and it felt like they were flying through the night. It felt good to have her legs wrapped around him and her fingers tangled in his mane. -She will be ours.- Right now he was in no mood to argue with his stallion. That she could ride him meant she’d be able to bear his offspring. Her breath hitched and he heard her whimper. Her hips ground against his back, and he could feel her respond to the sexual tension of the ride. Perhaps he’d take her beyond the veil once he’d figured out why they’d been awakened in the first place. If he had to take a mate, then one with curves like hers appealed to him. Niall found he liked that she wasn’t like the female púca-shifters in his clan. They were thin wisps that could blow away if the wind was too strong.
Felicity bounced on his back as he pounded along the path. Her pulse was accelerated, and he could tell she was fighting the desire building between them. If she comes right now, orgasms while riding you, well that would mean only one thing... No, she can’t be our true mate. Niall could feel the blood rushing between her legs and prayed the bump he hit in the road wouldn’t drive her over the edge. He didn’t believe in true mates. As far as he was concerned that was some silly fairy tale his mother had told him to put him to sleep. Her hips rocked into him again and his stallion snorted.
It was difficult for his stallion to think of anything other than riding her outside of town where he could lay her in the grass and explore her beautiful curves. He’d promised himself that he wouldn’t, but he couldn’t resist his stallion. We want her. Take her. Ride her. And they were riding out of town, but he was careful to keep to the road rather than jump over the stone walls that the islanders had built which divided the land in almost every direction. He could tell from her seat that she was an experienced rider, but that didn’t mean he’d startle her by jumping if he wasn’t one hundred percent sure she was ready. He wouldn’t touch her until she made the first move, either. Regardless of how much his stallion wanted her she had to make the first move.
He picked up their pace and cut across a field once they’d left the town. The wind rushed over them as he galloped across an open expanse. Her fingers tangled tighter in his mane, and the tugging sensation felt unbelievably good. It sent shivers through him. But Niall slowed and came to a halt when he reached a stone wall. Lowering himself to the ground, he made it easy for Felicity to dismount. She swung her leg over him and slid down his side. He could hear her heart hammering like thunder, and her breathing was fast and hard. His stallion could smell her desire. Niall slowly shifted back to human form as he rose from the ground. Even in summer the air was cool across his skin. Now he was naked, revealed by the moonlight.
Her eyes dropped to his waistline and her cheeks were like rosebuds. When the moon was full, as it was tonight, the island wasn’t nearly dark enough to hide his nakedness. He grinned.
“See something you like, love?” he asked.
“It’s you.”
“Aye.”
Fear, disbelief, and desire conflicted in her pinched features, so Niall stepped backward to the stone wall and kept his distance. His stallion, on the other hand, wanted him to pull her into his arms and show her that she didn’t have anything to be afraid of. Not with him. He’d sooner die than hurt her. Although, he wasn’t about to analyse that one either.
“You’re really real? You’re a púca?”
He could tell her question was rhetorical—she’d puzzled through her experience as he’d whisked her across the countryside—but he answered anyway. “Aye, I am.”
Her eyes dropped to his dong and her face turned red all over again. She was awfully cute when she was embarrassed. “Could you turn around or something?”
Niall laughed. Still, he grabbed one of the rocks off the top of the wall and held it so it blocked the view of his shaft. “Well, when you write about me on your blog are you going to tell everyone I’m hung like a horse?”
