Horsemen 5: Victory Stallion
by Kate Hill
Format(s): Ebook
Heat Level: Erotic
Pairing(s): M/F
Genre/Themes: Shapeshifter
Length: Novel
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Cover Art: Syneca
ISBN: 9781419917332
Purchase Links:Ellora’s Cave / All Romance Ebooks / Amazon / Barnes and Noble
Related Books or Books Set in the Same Universe: Dream Stallion, Captive Stallion, Highland Stallion, Winter Stallion
Related Free Stories: Holiday in Hornview
Blurb:
From the first, Janelle and Wilder are meant to be together. He is everything she could want in a Horseman– handsome, charming and courageous. He literally sweeps her off her feet and takes her on breath stealing flights that make her heart soar even higher than his mighty wings can carry her.
Then her seemingly unstoppable mate is struck down. Wilder is slowly losing his vision and is forced to resign from the Fighting Carriers. Unwilling to see him give up, Janelle convinces him that she can be his eyes. Together they retake the skies in time to help save the Horseman race from a disease that threatens to destroy them.
The following excerpt from VICTORY STALLION is for readers 18 and over.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, cupping her breasts and gently squeezing them.
Janelle reminded herself not to moan with pleasure. She arched into his stroking hands and drew a sharp breath when he lifted one of her breasts and took the nipple between his lips. He sucked and nibbled, making the plump bud tighten even more.
Her legs went weak, yet somehow she managed to keep standing. Weaving her fingers through his hair, she gave herself over to him entirely. Wilder moved to her other nipple, sucking and licking until she gasped with desire.
When the pleasure of his touch became almost unbearable, he released her and said, “Don’t move.”
“What are you doing?” she asked, glancing at him as he searched through his trunk. He approached, another jar of salve in his hand. “It’s your turn for a rubdown. This isn’t strong like salve. It’s scented oil.”
Janelle chuckled. “I’ve never had a rubdown before.”
“Then you don’t know what you’re missing.” He oiled his hands, placed the jar on the floor beside her foot and stood, touching his fingers to her temples and rubbing gently. He caressed her face and rubbed the back of her neck and along her shoulders. His big, strong hands, slick with oil, felt so wonderful against her skin. His touch was never too rough, but he used the perfect pressure to soothe her.
As he caressed her back and ribs, Janelle closed her eyes and hoped she didn’t fall asleep standing up. The rubdown felt too good for words.
Finally he knelt behind her and kissed her buttocks. Between kisses, he squeezed and massaged her bottom. One of his hands slid around to her front and cupped her soft mound. He kneaded gently while running his tongue along the indentation between her ass cheeks.
Gasping, Janelle’s senses reeled. No longer did she feel sleepy, but aroused. While his tongue teased her ass, his warm, callused palm massaged her clit. He dipped his fingers into her pussy and gathered moisture, then he rubbed her clit again.
Janelle bit her lower lip to keep from crying out with pleasure. Her legs trembled and she doubted she could stand much longer without support.
As if sensing her crumbling control, Wilder grasped her waist and guided her face-first toward the wall.
“Brace your hands against it,” he said and she splayed her palms against the wood.
Again he knelt and kissed her bottom, then licked his way down one thigh and kissed the back of her knee while caressing her calf and ankle.
He moved to her other leg. This time when he kissed it, he slid two fingers inside her pussy and explored the hot, damp flesh.
“I don’t know if I can take much more,” she panted softly. “And I know I’m not going to be able to keep quiet much longer.”
Chuckling, he stood, grasped her waist and tugged her toward the trunk. She bent over it, her hands clutching the smooth sides. Slowly, gently, he entered her drenched pussy from behind.
“Wilder,” she gasped.
“I’m here, Luscious.”
“Don’t make me wait any longer.”
With a low groan of passion, he began thrusting into her, one hand braced firmly on her hip and the other fondling her clit.
Janelle closed her eyes and clung to the trunk, her heart pounding and entire body trembling with need. Nothing had ever felt this good.
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