Efrem by Mallory Hall Page B

off what she owed. She had thought the incident was behind her. Obviously, she’d been wrong.
    “Don’t worry, dear,” Uncle Stanley said. “We’ll fight and we’ll win.”
    Seeing the edges of her dream, of owning the ranch outright, running a successful business—never mind the horses themselves—fade around the edges, she sighed. “Thanks, Uncle Stanley. I’ll meet you at your office tomorrow first thing in the morning.”
    “Good.” He gently touched the side of her face. “We’ll keep your ranch.” He headed for a table where his companions were already seated.
    Some secrets were necessary.
    “Have a seat,” Efrem said, holding her chair.
    She sat and watched as the crane struck like lightning at his fresh fish dinner. He lifted his head, flopping fish clutched in his beak, and took to the air. His large wings flapped in tandem with the struggles of the dying fish.
    “Wow.”
    “Huh?”
    “That big bird. He caught a fish.”
    A moment of silence, then she laughed. Out loud. Uncle Stanley glanced over and smiled.
    “What’s so funny?”
    “Nothing, sweetheart. Let’s go.”
    “Okay. But you have to tell me what was so funny about the bird.”
    Laughing again, she took his arm and let him lead her out.

Chapter Six
     
    The smell of her skin drove him crazy. The scent drove his hormones into overdrive, attack mode.
    So he attacked her. He braceleted her hands behind her back and dragged his open mouth along her collarbone while tugging at her clothes. She groaned and twisted, trying to reach his mouth. He let her. Fused together at their lips, moaning for more contact, he let her hands go and finished taking off her clothes. A wisp of cool air—her room was very well air-conditioned—made him lift his head. His shirt was gone.
    “That was qui—”
    She attacked him this time. They dropped to the bed, Lisa on top, her hands all over him. Challenged, he reciprocated. He squeezed her breasts, traced her rib cage, spanned her waist, and clenched her beautiful, beautiful ass. She arched her back , asking him for more. His stomach knotted as she climbed up his body, levering herself out of her pants. Her breasts jiggled above his mouth. It watered as she presented him with her w aist, hips, and crotch.
    She straddled his face and gently angled herself over his mouth. He stared up as she flowered for him, petals separating, glistening, pulsing.
    “Please,” she whispered.
    I’ve got you now.
    “Please…what?”
    “Efrem…”
    “Tell me exactly what you want.”
    “Lick me,” she pleaded, her legs trembling on either side of his head.
    Lifting his head, he gave her one slow, long lick. “Like that?”
    “I love that.”
    He laughed, making her knees give and bringing her dripping pussy close enough that he wouldn’t have to lift his head to lick her. “I meant, was that what you wanted?”
    “More. Please.”
    Tired of teasing, he stabbed his tongue deep inside her, licking and tasting, tonguing her clit, sliding it in and out of her cunt. Always helpful, she lifted and dipped, she rotated her hips , dragging her drenched pussy across his face. He grabbed her ass cheeks to hold her steady while he plundered her with his tongue and lips. He sucked on her clit, and she exploded all around him. Alternately screaming and whimpering, she pressed down on his face, her cunt pulsing and running wet and slippery. As her climax faded away, she hung from the headboard, limp and wet above him. He slid his aching body from between her thighs and came up from behind her. He spread her cheeks and pulled her hips back. Taking aim at her cunt, he plunged inside. She screamed and straightened up, pulling away from him. He held on tight. You’re not going anywhere.
    Ruthlessly, driven by feelings he couldn’t define, he plunged in and out of the precious woman he held in his arms. He kissed her neck, kneaded her breasts, loved her the best way he could. A stomach - clenching, spine - tingling orgasm had