His Forbidden Diamond

‘You can’t do that,’ she panted out as Tyr drew the smooth tip of his massively engorged erection up and down the place that needed him the most. ‘Please,’ she begged. ‘Please. I need you now.’

‘This much?’

She shuddered out a wordless reply.

‘Or a little more?’

‘You’re not playing fair,’ she complained as Tyr withdrew fully, drawing a whimper of disappointment from her throat. But he rewarded her patience—and her impatience—by cupping her buttocks and positioning her to his liking, and hers, as he very slowly took her deeply again.

‘Was that worth the wait?’

Surely, he didn’t expect an answer? She was incapable of speech.

Pressing her knees back, Tyr stared down as he withdrew fully again and then sank deep. The look of concentration on his face alone was enough to tip her over the edge. Her wild cries filled the pavilion, and she had barely come down from that high when they fell on each other and, bucking furiously, raced towards the next inevitable conclusion.

The best thing about it, Jazz reflected when they were quiet for a moment, was the more pleasure Tyr gave her, the more her capacity for pleasure seemed to grow. Her hunger for him was insatiable. She would never be ready for Tyr to stop.

‘What?’ she said as he stilled to listen.

Tyr had tensed. Her legs were still wound around his, so she could feel every part of him on high alert.

Swiftly disentangling himself, he swung off the bed and stood in silence for a moment, towering and magnificent. And then she heard it too. One of the horses was whinnying an alarm, while somewhere in the distance came the answering yelp of a coyote’s call. Coyote were rare in the deserts of Kareshi, and were a protected species, but recently breeding programmes had been more successful than expected, and hunting packs could be large and vicious.

‘Tyr?’

‘Stay there.’

The note of command was in his voice as Tyr dressed quickly, but she wasn’t about to sit around, watching him tug on his jeans and boots.

‘Jazz. What do you think you’re doing?’

‘I’m coming with you.’

‘No, you’re not. You’ll stay here.’

‘Not a chance.’

Hectically throwing a shirt over her naked body, she hopped, skipped and jumped her way into breeches and boots, and burst out of the entrance of the pavilion in time to see Tyr running towards the stock pen. Grabbing a broom, she followed him, as lights started going on in the village.

The pack was big, the lead animals thin enough to risk human contact as they hunted for easy pickings amongst the cattle in the corral. Jabbing her broom in the air, she yelled to frighten them away. Grabbing hold of her arm, Tyr thrust her behind him, using his own body as a shield. ‘Do you never listen to a word I say? I thought I told you to stay in the pavilion?’

‘You don’t tell me what to do,’ she yelled back, wrestling free.

By this time, the lead animals, having measured their opponents, had slunk away into the scrub. And now the headman had arrived with a crowd of villagers following. Turning away, Tyr spoke to him, effectively cutting Jazz out. She was invisible again—surplus to requirements as the men discussed the next course of action. Was this the husband she adored, the man who had made such tender love to her?

‘Am I allowed to ask where you’re going?’ she demanded as Tyr, having issued his instructions, headed back to the village without another word.

‘There’s no time to discuss this, Jazz. I want to get back to order the equipment we need.’

She was running to keep up with him. ‘So I’m invisible when it suits you, but not in bed?’

‘Jazz—there’s no time for this.’

Tyr didn’t even break stride. He didn’t stop until they reached the village hall, where he could access the computers. She was about to follow him inside the building when he stopped her. Caging her against the door with his arms either side of her face, he brought his face close. ‘You could have been killed back there.’ He shot each word into her face like a bullet. ‘At the very best, you could have been seriously injured. You should have stayed in the pavilion when I told you to.’

‘So I’m supposed to hide under the pillows until you come back? Forget it, Tyr.’ Thrusting her hair out of her eyes, she made a contemptuous sound. ‘If you think I’m going to take orders, you picked the wrong wife.’

‘I didn’t pick you. This situation was thrust on both of us.’