Warlord's Mercy - Cynthia Sax Page 0,24

was...enjoyable. And it was proof his trust in her was justified. Everything she thought flowed between those lush lips of hers.

She led him around the base of the mountain. Her pace was surprisingly fast…for a human. And her breathing remained level. His gerel was stronger than she appeared.

Her gaze lifted to a shriveled tree perched on top of a ridge, a remnant of vegetation long past, and she stopped. “This spot is out of the view of Daisun’s female-hating fiends. The wind will conceal any sounds we make.” She gestured to what appeared to be debris from a missile. “I’ve tested it.”

The female could have blown herself up with that test. He frowned at her.

“If I’m learning to shoot, I suspect I’ll need a gun.” She sheathed her daggers and stepped closer to him. “Let me see if I can find one.”

Her eyes danced as she slipped her fingers underneath his waistband. She caressed his bare skin, her fingertips tantalizingly rough yet so very small.

Tolui hardened. All over. He wanted her with a wildness that shocked even him.

His reaction was confirmation he shouldn’t be around her. His control was badly frayed.

“I think I’ve found one.” His gerel extracted the second gun from his waistband. “Yep, this will do.” Her voice lilted, her tone teasing. “I’m ready to be trained.”

She was ready to get her ass pounded into the sand. His fingers twitched. He wanted to rut the impish smile off her face, claim those upturned lips as his.

That would harm her, and he would never do that.

Needing to do something, he strung a rope across two rock spires and fastened the target to it. The image on it was a Palavian male. The being’s four hands held blades.

He studied it and glanced over his shoulder at Lea.

“He’s ugly, isn’t he?” She grinned. “That’s Daisun. I thought it would be fun to shoot him full of holes.”

Her tormentor was a Palavian. They were dangerous, dishonorable beings.

“This is the closest you’ll ever get to him.” He would kill the male, prevent him from harming Lea.

“I don’t want to get any nearer to him.” She wrinkled her cute little nose. “He’s the worst type of being.”

Tolui wasn’t a good being either. “Aim at the target.”

“I think I can do that.” She held her weapon up to her face, gazing along the barrel. Pulling the trigger with the gun positioned like that would hurt her more than it would hurt her enemy. “Am I doing it correctly?”

“No, you’re not.” He moved behind Lea, put his arms around her, gripped the weapon.

Her breath hitched. Her body stiffened.

Then she relaxed, exhaled, and leaned against him.

That relief was shared. Touching her was right. It was necessary.

“Hold it like this.” While he adjusted her aim, he brushed his scarred cheek against her flawless face. Her skin was delectably soft. His cock, already hard, pressed against her ass.

Her head turned. She gazed up at him, her eyes darkening with need.

“Focus.” His voice was gruff. His balls ached.

He wanted her. Badly.

She looked at the target. “It’s challenging to focus on shooting when all I can think about is your big cock.” The blasted female wiggled, grinding her leather-clad ass against his equally constrained shaft. “I like it when you take me from behind.”

He liked that also, but if he took his gerel the way he wanted to take her, he would hurt her. She was so very tiny.

Trying to distract her, he tapped the lever on the side of the gun. “This is off.” He slid it forward. “This is the stun setting.” He moved the lever farther. “This is where it should be if you want to kill your target.”

“Killing my target isn’t what I want.” Her voice was husky.

It wasn’t what he wanted either.

Zondoo. It would be a long training session.

They practiced until he was confident she could shoot a being…if that being remained perfectly still and didn’t return fire. There was no biting, no pounding his gerel into the hot sand, no spilling his seed inside her tight little pussy.

Tolui controlled his dark impulses. Barely.

He trudged in the direction of the tunnels, following his tiny human closely. She couldn’t yet sufficiently defend herself, not to his liking. They would have to train again before they parted.

Only the stars knew how he would survive that sweet punishment.

“Are we going to fuck now?” Her husky voice wrapped around his cock.

She was intent on torturing him.

He clenched his jaw. “We’re not going to fuck.” He used her word for the