Surprisingly, Lora actually slept pretty well under the circumstances. When she woke, she was lying alone on the pallet, still covered with the blanket Wick had shared with her the night before. As she opened her eyes and looked up, he was standing over her looking down at her.
“How long are you going to keep me tied like this?” she asked. “Where am I going to do? We are miles from Diamond Bay and without sight of the lake, I have no idea how to get home.”
“Here,” he said reaching for her arm. “Let me help you up, and I’ll untie you so you can go relieve yourself. If you run, I will catch you, and you will not like me, then.”
“I don’t think I like you now,” she said and turned so he could untie her hands. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as he pulled at the knot in the rope. It sent a chill down her back, and she flashed on the memory of what he had done to her the night before.
Just thinking about it made her nipples tighten and her pussy contract with need. There was an emptiness between her thighs that needed to be filled. He made her think those thoughts because of what he did to her. She felt her face heating with embarrassment and hurried away to find a private place to empty her bladder.
When she came back to their grove, Wick was munching on a dry biscuit and offered her one. “It’s not much, but it’s all I got right now. When we get to Macon River, I can probably find some crusties or an amphibian we can cook for next meal.”
“It’s fine.” She took it from him and glanced up at his face. “Thanks.” She went to sit on the pallet a munch on it while he saddled the horse.
It gave her a chance to really look at him. Tall with sculpted muscles, he wore his dark hair pulled back in a long tail that extended to the middle of his back, tied in a leather thong. He wore the dark brown leathers of his clan, as well as a wide-brimmed leather hat. The lower half of his face was covered by a short beard. His blue eyes flickered astutely when he looked in her direction periodically.
He probably thought her a whore because of the wicked things she’d let him do without protest the night before. No, he couldn’t think that she corrected herself. He’d had his fingers inside her stopped by the barrier that proved her virginity. But just thinking about it made it hard for her to sit still.
Lora watched as Wick tightened the cinch on his horse’s saddle. His leathers hugged his tight ass and muscular thighs, emphasizing the bulge at his crotch in the front. She felt a now familiar tightening between her legs as her thoughts kept straying back to the memory of his hands and lips playing over her body, confused as to why it had felt so right.
Wick McKell had stolen her from her village and claimed her as his like a stray horse he had found. She shouldn’t want to be with him and like having him touch her. But when she thought about what was waiting for her back at the lake village, staying with Wick seemed preferable.
“Okay, finish up, Lora,” he said. “We need to get going if we want to make the river before second meal.”
She nodded and put the last morsel into her mouth and got to her feet. She picked up the blanket and shook it. He came over and picked up the palet and shook it as well. The blanket was twice the size of the pallet which was a thick, handwoven rug. Lora folded it in half and held it out for Wick to take it and roll it into the pallet. He took it and folded it into the pallet and rolled it up to tie on the back of his saddle.
“I won’t tie you unless you try something,” he told her and held out his hands to give her a leg up on his giant of a horse. She accepted the lift and was quickly mounted. Wick took a few steps back and leaped up to catch the stirrup with his left foot and levered himself up onto the horse too.
Taking up the reins in one hand, Wick put his other arm around her waist and held her tightly to him and set his horse off at a gallop. He let the horse set a comfortable pace that he could sustain for a few hours at a time. He felt pretty sure that he hadn’t been followed as the lake people may only have discovered Lora missing this morning. He was already many miles away. They could only guess who had taken her until they learned Vargan killed his brother.
Vargan might brag about killing Camron McKell, but Wick had his woman, and he was keeping her. Let Vargan think about that.
Lora was not used to riding a horse for any length of time so by the time they reached the river to stop for second meal, she was pretty sore. She thought a nice soak in the cold water would make her aching buttocks feel better. The only problem with that was that Lora had no clothes except those she was wearing. If she wanted to soak, she would have to do it naked.
Lora groaned as Wick helped her off the horse and set her on her feet.
“What’s the matter? Saddle sore?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “I’ve never had the chance to do much riding. My father is a fisherman, and we only have one horse. If you don’t mind, I would like to take a bath and soak in the water.”
“Sure, but stay where I can see you,” he asserted.
“Well, I thought I might go behind those two bushes there… I have no dry clothes, so I either have to take these off or wear them wet until they dry.”
“Stay where I can see you,” he insisted. “I’ve already seen most of what you’ve got.”
“Fine,” she grumbled and walked over to the river in his line of sight but as far away as possible. What difference did it make anyway? Sooner or later, he was going to fuck her, and she knew it. He had taken her as revenge on Vargan, and he thought about killing her, but he didn’t. So it stood to reason he would fuck her---fuck Vargan’s woman and make her his woman.
Lora walked stiffly to the water’s edge, unbuttoning the top three buttons of her tunic, then pulled it off over her head with her back to Wick, who paused to watch her. She untied the wraparound bra and dropped it in the grass then untied her pants and let them fall, and toed off her slippers.
Wick let out a low whistle at the sight of her shapely ass. He could see himself gripping those nether cheeks and driving his cock deep inside her. Tonight, he thought, Wick would take her tonight. No sense waiting, now that he knew he could seduce her. She was ripe for awakening her sexuality, and he was more than happy to do it.
He watched her until she had waded into the water and sat down in it up to her chin. Apparently, she wasn’t going to let him see any more than she could help, and he needed to find them some food. They would need the energy.