Charlotte Boyett-Compo- WIND VERSE- Prisoners of the Wind by Unknown

the Folaithe was fueled and ready to go, its engines idling. She
cast the Tiogar a bemused look but said nothing as he instructed his crew that
under no circumstances save that of impending loss of life or ship were they to
hail him once he was onboard the Folaithe.
    Once seated inside the expensive runabout, Marin buckled her
safety harness and watched with admiration as Taegin expertly piloted the Fiach
class runabout into the soaring darkness of space.
    “At last,” she heard him say. “We’re alone.”
    Marin’s stomach did a strange little flip and she looked away
from his handsome profile to watch the asteroids flashing past. Her hands were
twisted together in her lap and she could feel the sweat on her palms, and knew
that she had left the Tiogar’s ship a girl and would surely return a woman.

Chapter Six
     
    There was silence as Taegin maneuvered the Folaithe through
the cosmos. He was unbearably aware of Marin sitting beside him and kept
flicking his eyes toward her, watching her as she stared out the windshield.
His hands on the controls were sweating and a very uncomfortable rigidity had
claimed his tool so that it was becoming painful to continue sitting without
shifting to relieve the hardness of his cock. Under no circumstances did he
want to bring attention of his condition to Marin. He could sense her extreme
nervousness and he did not want to add to it.
    “Did you feel anything when you were sending me those
images, milord Tiogar?” she asked softly, not looking at him but keeping her
eyes straight ahead.
    Taegin’s head pivoted toward her as though attached to a
puppeteer’s strings. “Feel?” he repeated.
    She nodded and caught her lower lip between her teeth.
“Aye,” she said, her voice even softer. “Did you feel anything?”
    Did he feel anything? He repeated to himself. Aye, he
mentally answered the question. By the gods, he had spent an agony of arousal
each time he’d flung the wicked images at her. He’d experienced stimulations
that had actually been excruciating because he refused to relieve himself.
    “Did you?” She turned her head toward him.
    Drae swallowed before answering. “Aye, wench,” he said, his
voice gravelly. “I felt whatever you were feeling and then some.”
    She tilted her head to one side. “You experienced the
arousal I felt?”
    He felt the heat rising up his neck and his hands tightened
on the controls. “And then some,” he repeated.
    “Did you enjoy that arousal?”
    “No,” he said, and winced at the plaintive note in his vote.
    “Why not?”
    He turned to meet her eyes. “Because I did not think it
honorable that I should arouse you and leave you wanting then pleasure myself.
I was just as frustrated as you were, wench,” he stated. “And then some.” He
looked away from her.
    She studied his profile, tracing it lovingly with her gaze.
It was a proud profile, a powerful side view of a powerful, imposing man.
Taegin Drae was classically handsome, virile and completely male. “Are you
going to take me tonight?” she asked, and her question was but a breath of
sound.
    “As the gods are my witness, aye, wench,” he said through
clenched teeth. “If I don’t, my cock is going to explode.”
    Her eyes dipped to the juncture of his thighs and she could
see the thick bulge that strained at his leather britches. She licked her lips,
unaware he had seen the gesture and that it was what caused the leap of his
shaft. Her face flamed and she jerked her eyes away. She could hear her labored
breathing and was barely aware that the man beside her was putting the runabout
on autopilot. She flinched when she realized he was standing beside her, his
hand out.
    “Come, milady,” he said softly.
    Despite her trembling, Marin managed to unbuckle her harness
and place her hand in his. She could feel their sweat mingling and laughed
self-consciously, meeting his amused look with one of her own.
    “You’d think I was a green boy,” he told her as she