No sooner had she hit the water then a square shouldered man, emerged from the woods dressed in immaculate white. Shirt laced at the collar with frilled sleeves. Black breeches accompanying boots which had, earlier in the night, been polished but were now mucked from crunching foliage.
His whistle elicited the creak of WaterRose’s drawbridge and summoned thudding hooves. Sivikon loping to me.
The silver stallion stopped behind him. Dragging its lead. Tossing his head, he stared at the water through silver flecked blue eyes.
Sebastian stopped at the edge of the clearing. Watching the water’s still surface. Blue-green eyes flicking over the banks. Until he spotted a distance away the glint of his amulet shining from the naked branch of a tree. He collected it and stuck it in his pocket. Rounding to assess the lake.
Chin lifting, he eyed the water haughtily. Sleek movements revealing his animalistic nature.
Come up, Lovely. You can’t hide down there forever.
Seconds passed agonizingly slow. He didn’t move. Waiting.
The horse next to him gave a shrill neigh.
“Shh, Sivikon.” He put a calming hand to its muzzle. “All things in time, My Friend...”
She ruptured the water. Bursting in a rush of bared flesh shivering from ragged breaths.
His eyes hungrily roved her beautiful form.
Surely her skin can’t be as smooth as it looks. His eyes grew hooded as he watched.
Waist deep in water, she tossed pale blonde hair back. Limbs shaky, she calmed enough to rise. Floating across the surface with only toes cutting a swath. Water slipped over her skin like a falling silk sheet. Tiny droplets clinging to the gold circlets vining her arms. All she wore, save a bit of flimsy garb which drew lazily over her shoulders and wrapped her waist.
Meager cover. Knocking the hood of his cloak back gave him a better view. And revealed the shine of his gold hair in the morning light. Swaying as he moved. His gaze tracing her from head to toe. She was hiding a lot under those LandingTown clothes.
Hovering over the water she reached delicate toes to step onto the bank. Her sparking eyes flitting over the clearing. Flashing from dark blue to blood red and back again as she laid eyes on him. Face a mask of fury. Her head fell back as though damp hair weighed more than she could hold up. Her legs shook and gave as she collapsed.
The reins of Sebastian’s mount slipped from his shoulder to land amongst heavy green leaves littering the ground as he moved from Sivikon.
Reaching her side, he caught her just before she’d have hit. Sweeping her into his arms. Come on Little Bird. He grunted. Let’s get you inside and have a look at you.
The flawless silver steed followed him, dragging its rein. Matching his master’s step.
Bast walked the woods with the horse’s warm muzzle resting softly on his shoulder. A glance down revealed the woman’s delicate beauty had not been imagined. Certainly, prettier now, unconscious, then when she’d been enraged earlier.
“You were hiding.” He murmured more to himself then to her.
“Disguised.” She corrected weakly turning her head limply away from him.
The hell you were.
She grunted and blinked slowly. Silvery-white hair brushed with gold poured over his arm, draping down his thigh as he stepped. Black eyelashes rested heavily over her high cheekbones. Face arrowing to a pointed chin that should’ve put off the viewer but instead leant her features innocence.
Innocence she most certainly doesn’t possess. He was certain.
“You weigh little more than a child.”
But she doesn’t look one. His eyes inadvertently roamed her lush curves.
“I’m no child.”
“Oh, I noticed that when you came out of the water.”
Unwilling to respond she only blinked heavily before going limp.
She didn’t stir again until they entered the clearing around the Keep. Her body tightened.
No. Don’t. He braced himself for the impending onslaught. Her wide eyes which had been vacant, now suddenly narrowed. Sweet vulnerability squelched.
Brows snapping together, she turned against his hold. Rotating in his arms while bat-like wings spun from her body. Hands turning to taloned claws, she tore the flesh of his chest as she spring boarded off his torso.
He sucked in his breath at the sting.
Ripping from his grip she darted skyward.
Nope. Catching her ankle, he yanked her from flight.
She thudded to the ground. Instantly rolling to her back to face him. Claws tearing ground as flesh darkened to a similar brown. Glaring up at him through burning red eyes.
Go ahead. Fight me. His blood surged at the sight of the half-naked woman staring hatefully at him. There was something erotic about it. After years of women fawning over me, one panting with rage, her own thoughts written on her face instead of a hypnotic reaction, is far more appealing. Pleasant images of her panting from more pleasurable exertions tore through his mind.
I can’t recall ever finding a woman so tempting.
The look on her face was vindictive promise. Her hiss bared pointed little teeth. Flapping her wings dangerously, she screeched in warning.
Before she could lunge, he casually lifted a palm outward. Freezing her movements and making her wings drop dully. Binding her with invisible chord. She snarled through a curled lip. Lovely blonde mane burning dark as ebony to frame her angular face.
“You wish to tear me apart, do you?” He rubbed a hand against his shredded chest in an effort to soothe the burn.
“Without a moment’s hesitation.”
Good. Keep struggling. He’d begun to think it wasn’t possible to find one immune to his animalistic appeal. Yet, here she is.