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Fallon was unable to tear his eyes away from the curvy vision in front of him. His stallion pawed the ground eagerly, desperate to be close to her. Her incredibly curvy figure, wrapped in a form-fitting black ensemble, made her look like a goddess. Fallon’s mouth felt a little dry, he was so taken with the woman Tomas had brought him. Come on, let us mate with her and make her ours. We need her. From where he stood, Fallon and his stallion could smell the desire wafting off Cyn’s delicious body...he was intoxicated. His stallion urged him on; they desperately needed to mate with her.
“Tomas told me all about you, and you’re more of a dish than I thought,” Cyn purred. His stallion reared and whinnied, urging him to act, and quickly.
“Tomas has brought me the bonniest lass I’ve ever seen,” Fallon said in a low voice, barely able to restrain his stallion. She absolutely radiated sex. “Love, would you mind waiting over here for a moment?” He gestured down the hallway.
Now, hurry up! Fallon’s stallion pleaded for him to proceed with haste. Cyn gave a slight, ironic curtsey and sashayed down the hallway, her hips moving to a seductive, invisible beat. As she waltzed past, Fallon and his stallion were rapt with attention. Every fibre of his being screamed at Fallon to chase after her, mate with her, and possess her. But there was one thing he must attend to before making her his queen.
“Chief, I informed her of everything. Cynthia knows exactly what she’s getting herself into. She’s a bright lass, and so very persistent. I believe she’ll make you a fine mate,” Tomas said, in a rush.
Fallon’s eagerness was making him almost irritable, and Tomas clearly wanted to be dismissed, having a mate of his own who waited to reunite with him.
“Thank you, Tomas. You may go.”
“Sire, have you given any thought to when the mating ceremony should be performed?”
Fallon groaned with impatience. His stallion whinnied and nickered, craving Cyn in the most primal way.
“Yes, Tomas, but we’ll discuss it later. I must leave you now,” Fallon said curtly, and strode after Cyn as quickly as he could.
She watched him walk toward her, and her magnificent curves beckoned to him like a siren song.
“Ello,” she said flirtatiously, stepping close. “Where’s Tomas?”
Fallon swallowed, hard. “He left, my love. It’s just you and me now.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to see him go, and without even a good-bye,” Cyn said, and bit her bottom lip.
This drew his stallion’s attention to her mouth. As soon as he got through the discussion, he could finally possess her. His need was the most insatiable itch.
“Love, there is one thing I would like to arrange,” Fallon said.
She pursed her lips, pouting. The passion building inside of Fallon and his stallion was too much to bear. He was going to explode. Without another word, Cyn threw herself into his arms and kissed him. Her tongue flicked lightly against his lower lip before sliding into his mouth. His stallion bucked and pawed furiously. Fallon wrapped his arms around her, sliding his hands down her magnificent back, feeling her heat and warmth. As Fallon stroked her, Cyn moaned into his mouth and tangled her hands in his hair, tugging slightly. The musk of her desire overwhelmed him, and he was unable to resist picking her up and carrying her to bed. He never broke the kiss as he gave into his stallion.
