He pushed aside the thick leather covering the entrance of his long house. Elizabeth quickly dismounted and rushed toward the exit, but he grabbed her just in time. "I want to go home. Let me go!" His grip was firm on her arm and he brought her close. "This is your home now, my love." "This is not my home and I am not your love. And I will not be your mate. I could never marry a centaur! It's wrong!" Elizabeth shouted. She saw something flash in Marcus's dark eyes. "Yet it is a centaur who can make you wet." He said in a low voice. He propped her onto a bed several feet up from the ground so that she lay level to his body. Angered by her words, he tore her gown and the material fell away, leaving her naked before him. "I could hear every little gasp coming from your lips, my love." He said huskily. "Let us see if it is a centaur who can make you cry out in pleasure." His kiss was punishing, his lips slanting over hers as she tried to push him away. But it was no use, he was too stro
Elizabeth refused to cry, least Marcus know the satisfaction of his power of her. Her mind frantically searched for a solution. There had to be a way to escape. She couldn't stay here, forced to live with a centaur and be his slave. This was absurd. Unreal. "Hello there." Called a soft voice. The older woman she'd seen earlier entered the longhouse carrying a tray of food. Her graying hair was left loose over shoulders and she wore a fine gown of green that looked expensive. Elizabeth wondered at the beauty of such a gown. Did they make their clothes here? In her village, it was rare to find a gown as beautiful as this woman's, even in the shops that sold ready-made ones. "You are Orcanus's mate?" The older woman, with her lined face and kind smile nodded. "My name is Jewel. Marcus tells me your name is Elizabeth." Elizabeth nodded. Jewel set down the tray and took a seat herself. "I felt the same when I was brought here." And then she laughed softly. "When I was kidnapped." "Did you
"Please, Marcus." She begged. "I need you." His teeth were clenched, his damp forehead rested on hers now as he panted. "Tell me I am your mate. Tell me and I will finish this." "Marcus..." "Tell me!" He slid an inch deeper into her. He was throbbing. "I am yours!" He thrust into her to the hilt. She came at once, her release flooding his cock and he could hold back no longer. He slammed into her twice before she felt him spill inside her. Marcus lay her down gently, felt his heart swell when she curled into his arms, her eyes closing. But her peacefulness was short-lived. As soon as she gained her breath, she pulled away from him, covering herself with a blanket. "Come back here, Elizabeth. We are both tired and I wish for you to sleep in my arms." Marcus said wearily. She glared at him. "I told you not to touch me anymore, Marcus. I meant it." He arched an eyebrow. "I recall that you were begging me to take you only a moment ago." "I wasn't in control." She retorted. "Will you let m
The second centaur was younger, his eyes gleaming with mischief and humor. Even now he grinned at Marcus and Elizabeth. "Elizabeth I want you to meet my younger brothers, Marco and Loren. Brothers, this is my mate." "Welcome, sister." Marco said with a slow smile, though it didn't touch his eyes, which held a guarded and haunted look in them. Loren, the youngest, smiled broadly. "Elizabeth, that's a pretty name. Is she rosy down in her - " Marco chucked Loren on the head and the younger centaur blushed. "I meant no offense, sister." "You must forgive Loren. He's anxious to get his own mate and seems to think of nothing else but women." Marcus explained, glaring at his brother. Loren smiled sheepishly. "That's all right. It's nice to meet you." Elizabeth didn't know what else to say. Marco seemed content to remain silent, though he watched her behind the curtain of his heavy eyelashes, as if judging her worthiness as Marcus's mate. There was something about the second brother that piqu
Elizabeth clung to Marcus as he gripped her by the hips, moving her over the length of his cock. She closed her eyes, concentrating on how he filled her so perfectly. She'd gone to him willingly that night, knowing this would be her only chance to experience this ecstasy before she returned to her village. She wanted Marcus to think that if she were accepting him now, he would trust her, thus making her escape easier. She felt him swell inside of her as he quickened his thrusts. She stiffened as everything shattered inside of her. Marcus grinded his hips to hers as he emptied himself in her the second time that night. "Ah, my Elizabeth." He murmured, cuddling her into his arms as he closed his eyes. He brought her back to his chest as he nuzzled her neck. She took a deep breath, taking in his sandalwood scent mixed with the musk of their lovemaking. "I love the way your body is flushed after my loving." "Hmm..." One of hands strayed down to her flat stomach, caressing lightly in circl
Marcus shuddered as she too touched him eagerly. They brought each other over the peak together, muffling their cries with a heated kiss. "Sleep, my love." He said. Elizabeth was too exhausted to protest. *** She woke in the middle of the night. The fire had died down to a small blaze, causing the shadows to dance over the walls of the long house. Beside her, Marcus was fast asleep, his face relaxed and sated from their passion. Ever so slowly, Elizabeth slipped from his arms and glanced back to see if he had awakened. She grabbed her dress and tiptoed to the shelf where she hid one of his daggers. If she was going to escape, there would be no time to don the dress until after she was well out of the camp's perimeters. Elizabeth glanced back one more time at the sleeping figure on the cushions. She couldn't deny that Marcus gave her intense pleasure. But she wasn't meant for a life here. As she slipped out of the longhouse, she tried to push away the feeling of guilt and sadness. She
Marcus had just stepped outside when he saw Loren and Marco approach. Both were wearing metal breastplates, intricately carved with their family's symbols. Cuffs of metal similar to the ones Marcus wore guarded their arms. On their backs, quiver and bows. "What is the matter?" "We just had word there are slavers entering our lands. A group of us are going to make sure they do not trespass further." Marcus let out an oath. "Elizabeth has run away. I was just going to get her." Loren arched an eyebrow. But it was Marco who voiced the question. "Why did she leave?" His youthful face did not hide the hurt and confusion he felt. "She thinks she can still go back to her village. I thought to teach her a lesson by letting her get lost in the Black Forest for awhile." "You must find her before the slavers do, brother." Loren said gruffly. "Marco, tell the others that Marcus's mate is missing. We will keep an eye out for her. You better hurry." Marcus didn't need any further direction and head
Elizabeth paced the longhouse. Occasionally, she looked toward the doorway, straining to listen for Marcus return. It had been more than an hour and still the centaurs hadn't returned. Now with each passing minute, she got more nervous. Marcus was going to be furious. She lay on the cushions that made up their bed. Their bed. When did she start thinking of it as being hers, too? The doorway lifted as Marcus entered. Elizabeth immediately sat up, eyes wide with worry. Marcus met her gaze silently and held it for a long moment before he turned to take off his armor. Outside she could here soft voices of others returning to their homes. Marcus's silence only made her more nervous. "I had to do it, Marcus." She saw his jaw tense. "Then why did you come back?" He asked curtly. "I'm not exactly sure." He didn't look at her, nor did he answer. His back and shoulders were stiff and his dark eyebrows were drawn together in a frown. Nothing but the crackling of the fire filled the silence. She
Suddenly, Marcus's large muscular arm wrapped around her waist and brought her up against him. Without opening his eyes, he asked, "Is this better ?" She held her breath. Up close, the smell of him became stronger, the heat from his body was better than the furs that covered her. The feel of his naked skin against hers made her want to touch him, explore the hard planes of his chest and flat stomach, to place her lips at the hollow of his throat. "Yes, thank you." She whispered and forced her eyes to close. *** The air was filled with excitement and tension the next evening. It was the night of the mating ceremony. Katarina, being Elizabeth's closest relative now helped her into the silky white robe. With a comb carved intricately from wood -- a gift from Marcus -- Elizabeth's hair was brushed to a shine and left unbraided. There would be no adornments on her. Two must unite as one in their natural states, Katarina explained. Her stomach churned in anticipation and nerves as she was l