Lacey Thorn
It's your world...unlaced
It's your world...unlaced
Rogue's Rage by Lacey Thorn
Copyright @ Lacey Thorn 2010
Copyright @ Lacey Thorn 2010
“What...” Rory started to ask something else but Lincoln reached out and placed
his finger to her lips.
“If you wish to know more then you are welcome to come to our tent at any point
and speak privately with us,” he told the fuming native. Lake could feel his dick
grow hard at the thought of having her alone with them. He was dying for a taste
of her. Glancing at his brother he knew that Lincoln felt the same way.
Lincoln turned back to their host and engaged her in conversation about the food
they could now smell. Lake kept his eyes on Rory. He couldn’t seem to stop
himself. Her eyes left Lincoln and came to rest on him. She let her gaze slide
over his body and he knew by the catch of her breath that she saw how hard he
was for her. She stepped close to him, her body almost brushing his.
“So you wish to see me privately later,” she whispered to him. Her fingers
reached across and brushed the bulge in his pants. He clenched his jaw to keep
from moaning. “A little romp with the native? Is that what you’re after?”
“Oh, we want more than a little romp,” Lake assured her. “One moment with you
wouldn’t be enough for either of us.”
“Warriors don’t like natives,” she said shaking her head. “What kind of game are
the two of you playing?”
“No games,” he shook his head. “Unless you like them.” He grinned as her eyes
narrowed on him once more. He lifted his hand and stroked his fingers down her
cheek. “You are the most beautiful woman we’ve ever seen. We ask for the
chance to know you better, for you to know us better. That is all.”
“You wish to court me?” she said with surprise both on her face and in her voice.
Lake nodded. “If you come to us this evening then we will take that as your
agreement to the courtship.” With that he turned and walked away following the
path that his brother had taken. He had told her what they were after. The choice
lay with her now.
his finger to her lips.
“If you wish to know more then you are welcome to come to our tent at any point
and speak privately with us,” he told the fuming native. Lake could feel his dick
grow hard at the thought of having her alone with them. He was dying for a taste
of her. Glancing at his brother he knew that Lincoln felt the same way.
Lincoln turned back to their host and engaged her in conversation about the food
they could now smell. Lake kept his eyes on Rory. He couldn’t seem to stop
himself. Her eyes left Lincoln and came to rest on him. She let her gaze slide
over his body and he knew by the catch of her breath that she saw how hard he
was for her. She stepped close to him, her body almost brushing his.
“So you wish to see me privately later,” she whispered to him. Her fingers
reached across and brushed the bulge in his pants. He clenched his jaw to keep
from moaning. “A little romp with the native? Is that what you’re after?”
“Oh, we want more than a little romp,” Lake assured her. “One moment with you
wouldn’t be enough for either of us.”
“Warriors don’t like natives,” she said shaking her head. “What kind of game are
the two of you playing?”
“No games,” he shook his head. “Unless you like them.” He grinned as her eyes
narrowed on him once more. He lifted his hand and stroked his fingers down her
cheek. “You are the most beautiful woman we’ve ever seen. We ask for the
chance to know you better, for you to know us better. That is all.”
“You wish to court me?” she said with surprise both on her face and in her voice.
Lake nodded. “If you come to us this evening then we will take that as your
agreement to the courtship.” With that he turned and walked away following the
path that his brother had taken. He had told her what they were after. The choice
lay with her now.