Wet For Her Warriors (Book 5 of the WILD -- Warriors Intense in Love & Domination -- Boys of Special Forces) by Angel Payne Page A

name is Isis.”
    He allowed a
smile to slip free. “One of the most important goddesses of all time.”
    Leo rolled his
eyes again, though the action came with humor more than attitude. “Well, it
fits. And she knows it.” As he extended the pole to Tait, a full crack appeared
in his veneer. Beyond it was a core of pure tenderness. “I’ve been trying to
get this around her neck for weeks. She doesn’t get the pressure that’s on. If
she isn’t fully saddle-trained by the time Benson gets his claws into this
place, he’ll sell her to the glue factory along with the others.”
    He didn’t waste
time on challenging the kid’s assumption. Even if the literal translation of
the statement wasn’t accurate, real fear underlined Leo’s words. After a few minutes
with Gunter Benson last night, Tait couldn’t blame the kid. The man carried a
“concern” for the land only as far as it served him. If Isis wasn’t pulling her
weight—or slogging it up and down the beach in use to the resort—she would be
sold, perhaps to a fate worse than a glue factory.
    “You hang onto
that,” he said, indicating the pole. “You’re going to be just as much a part of
this, if you want the lesson to stick.”
    Leo nodded
eagerly. “Good plan. So maybe you’ll distract her while I sneak up and—”
    He smacked the
kid on the side of his well-groomed head. “Did you look up how to do this on
YouTube or something?” He chuffed when the deep blush on Leo’s face supplied
that answer. “Did you research how to date girls on there, too?”
    “Fuck no!”
    “Then what made
you think you could learn to win this girl like that?”
    He let Leo stew
about that while he walked around so Isis could see him. He took gentle, slow
steps. The horse snorted, stamped a hoof, and backed away. He followed her with
his head bent low, hands at his sides. When Isis stopped, he dropped to a knee,
letting her sniff the air to get used to his presence.
    “What the hell
are you doing?” Leo charged.
    Tait turned his
head up, letting the filly watch his soft movements. He picked his reply to the
boy with care. He had no idea what Franz had disclosed about him, though he
doubted that his captain, who was a fellow and regular Dominant at their
favorite BDSM dungeon back home, would’ve disclosed that morsel about Tait’s personality.
Nevertheless, many of the tenets of this situation could be culled directly
from the beginning stages of a loving and honest D/s relationship. Not that
he’d possessed any desire to exercise those principles lately.
    “Tell me
something,” he began. “When you’re going in for the major impression on a girl,
like wanting her to beg you for the good night kiss in a few hours, what are
the most important steps to consider?”
    “Well, you gotta
have swagger,” the boy asserted. “Impress her with your moves, your mojo.”
    Tait exercised
his turn for the eye roll now. He leaned over and let the idiot have the full,
dismayed impact of it. “Seriously?”
    “Uh…yeah. What
the hell’s wrong with—”
    “Dude, if you were a girl and saw Leo Kail sauntering into the room with that ‘tude, would you be dreaming of some lip action?” He let the teen mull that over as he
swiveled to face Isis again. Gently, he reached up to stroke the animal’s
muzzle with the backs of his knuckles. “Before a guy locks you in a harness,
you just want to know you can trust him, don’t you, girl?” He kept his voice
low, his touch respectful. “You want to be sure he’s going to treat you right.
That your obedience gets you a nice reward.”
    He pulled his
hand away. Stretched into half a crouch, and stepped back a little.
    Isis trailed him
by a slow step, dipping her head and pushing at him for more.
    “Fuck,” Leo
uttered. “That’s…amazing.”
    Tait chuckled
and shook his head. “That’s just showing our girl how valuable her compliance
is.” He turned his hand over, rubbing her with the flat of his palm. “You