The Mercenary Knight by Elyzabeth M. VaLey Page B

acting the part now. Conrad slammed his fist against the cot as a particularly loud cry reached his ears. He would be surprised if the whole inn did not hear the scandal they were making. He could make out every single one of her cries, her moans, her whimpers… And at every one of them he wished he was the one pounding into her and making her climax, kissing her pouty lips, stroking her ripe breasts, running his fingers through the damp curls between her legs. Conrad sighed. His cock was so hard it hurt. He ground his teeth together as he heard one of the men say something. He would have expected something like this from Wybert, but Gregorii? His best mate. Conrad had saved his entire goddamn village, and this was how he was to be repaid? By Gregorii taking his woman?
    Conrad opened his eyes to the gloomy room. Where had that thought come from? His woman? Since when did he have a claim over her? He’d barely known her for two days. He had no right, and yet…He turned in his bed, trying to ease his discomfort.
    It was her sexual appeal. He hadn’t had a woman in months either, and Tanya was a woman in all senses: Her soft supple curves, the soft locks of her hair, her yielding mouth. He heard Tanya cry out in what he guessed was another orgasm. But she was a woman like any other. What he needed was a pussy. Any pussy. And he needed it now.
    Conrad sat up in bed and began to put on his boots in the darkness. He glanced at Johann’s cot and noticed the man watching him dress. “I’m going out,” Conrad declared, donning his tunic.
    He heard Johann’s cot creak as he also got up. “I’m going with you. I think Wybert and Gregorii are able enough to care for her.”
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    Conrad trudged up the stairs. It was almost daybreak, and if Tanya wanted to leave the town without attracting any notice, it was best to do it at this hour. Besides, they’d have to either buy a horse for her, or steal one, because he would rather she didn’t ride double with any of them any more.
    Conrad rubbed his tired eyes and stroked the shadow of the beard that darkened his features. As the night wore on, his fury still had not abated. He and Johann had gone in search of a prostitute in the small town. They’d found two willing ladies for a considerable fee. Johann had gone up to one of the rooms in the brothel and he’d gone to another with a redhead. He had kissed her, stripped her, and touched her, but his cock had gone flaccid. He kept seeing the damn wench in his mind, and it was not the prostitute. The whore didn’t have the rounded milky white breasts he knew would fit perfectly in his hands. She didn’t have the narrow waist and wide hips. She didn’t have the buxom bottom that had slid over his cock when they had ridden together. She didn’t possess the soft lips he had kissed before. And what’s more, she didn’t have those passionate amber eyes that caused Conrad to squirm so. He’d paid the girl for her time and gone for a walk.
    Conrad stood at the door to the last room on the left of the staircase and hesitated. He passed a hand through his hair. What would he find in there? Would he be able to stomach it? He couldn’t imagine his Tanya sandwiched between his two men. He shuffled his feet. It didn’t matter. He had given her his word that he’d get her out of there, and they had to leave now. He knocked on the door. There was no reply. He knocked again. Nothing.
    Conrad’s rage increased and he pushed open the door. He stared for a moment in shock. The three of them lay on the floor, a simple sheet covering their naked bodies. His glance focused on Tanya, asleep between Wybert and Gregorii. Her hair was tousled, her pouty lips partly open. Conrad could just glimpse her soft curves from underneath the white sheet and his cock began to stir.
    “Get up, you lazy louts,” he bellowed.
    Gregorii and Wybert jumped up, startled.
    “And you call yourselves mercenaries? I could have gutted any of you in a moment and you