Wild Whispers

Fire Thunder blanketed Kaylene with his body. He moved erotically against her.

And as he kissed her, his hands caressing her breasts, she reached down between them and gently clasped one of her hands around his heat.

Fire Thunder groaned with pleasure against her lips as she moved her hand on him, slowly up and down, until his whole body was moving with her, keeping rhythm with her strokes.

His kiss deepened. His fingers circled her nipples, softly pinching. And then he slipped his hands down her body and placed them beneath her.

“Part your legs,” he whispered against her lips. “Open yourself widely to me. I want to fill you more deeply than ever before. Rock with me, my woman. Move with me. Let us travel the road to paradise again.”

“Yes, yes,” Kaylene whispered, her cheeks hot with anticipation.

She spread her legs and felt his hands beneath her hips, guiding her upward to meet the probing of his heat.

When he plunged into her with one insistent thrust, withdrew and plunged again in even deeper thrusts, she gasped with rapture.

Kaylene closed her eyes as once again he bent over her and pressed his lips softly against hers. Then he covered her mouth with his lips in a fiery kiss.

He cradled her close, his steel arms enfolding her as their bodies strained together in hungry motion.

Frantic with need of her, Fire Thunder’s strokes speeded up, becoming deeper and deeper.

She clung and rocked with him, his fingers now caressing one of her breasts.

Kaylene sucked in a wild breath of rapture and a tremor went through her body when his mouth lowered and he rolled her nipple with his tongue.

Fire Thunder could not hold back the pleasure any longer. His temples were pounding. His body was on fire with the building rapture.

Again he kissed her.

His hands went beneath her and lifted her tightly against him as waves of tremors went through his body as Kaylene’s body exploded in spasms of desire along with his.

Afterward, they lay side by side, clinging. “Oh, what you do to me,” Kaylene whispered, cuddling closer. “I wish we could stay here forever, in our own little private world.”

Fire Thunder started to respond, but his horse neighing nervously and pawing the ground with a hoof drew his quick attention.

His smile faded. His heart grew cold.

He leaped quickly to his feet and grabbed his breeches, his eyes darting all around him. “My horse might sense a mountain lion,” he said. He gave Kaylene a quick glance as she straightened her skirt, then slipped the blouse over her head. “Stay close.”

He moved stealthily to his horse and eased his rifle from the gunboot on the saddle.

His eyes narrowed as again he looked around him, into the dark-shadowed trees on one side, and into the shade of the jutting rocks on the other.

The Kickapoo learned at a young age how to distinguish various animals in the dark shadows, by the color of their eyes and the movement of their heads.

Fire Thunder knew that the deer’s eyes lit up a bright yellow. The coyote, whose eyes were blue, moved their heads from side to side as though seeking to escape. A cougar’s eyes were small and red. When it was detected, it lowered its head as though trying to hide in the ground.

“I see nothing, nor hear anything,” Kaylene whispered as she moved closer to Fire Thunder, staying protectively at his side.

“Nor do I,” Fire Thunder whispered, puzzled when he saw no signs of any animals lurking close by.

And then his heart lurched. The Kickapoo believed that by an animal’s behavior, they could perceive something was wrong.

And since there was nothing here, he had to think that it had to do with something at his village. Perhaps something was wrong there. They must return.

But first, he had to collect the Solomon’s seal. He could not wait until the next full moon, for his supply had dwindled too much now, as it was. He had to have enough of the sweet medicine for the upcoming ceremonies.

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