there.”
Raising himself to stand on four hooves, Alek had only a moment to note two things: Ella’s confused wide eyes, and how pretty she looked, lying in his bed. He grabbed his gun out of the nightstand and walked soundlessly to the bedroom door.
His hide flush to the wall, he lifted the revolver and pointed the barrel upward, toward Elysium. Aleksander held his breath, straining to hear past the silence beyond the bedroom door. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed Ella lay as still as a fallen Wood Nymph, worry reflected in her eyes.
She hadn’t moved a single red hair on her beautiful head, or those found between her legs—the latter edging closed in micrometers.
Good little Troll .
Alek returned his focus to the possible intruder. These were military quarters; he lived in the officers’ section. While it was hard to slip past the guard on watch, it wasn’t impossible. This, he knew from experience.
On the count of three, Alek took a quick check down the hall, and then rounded the corner. He held the nine-millimeter Beretta straight out with both hands, arms extended, and scanned the empty living room. As if pushed by a breeze, the front door creaked.
Whoever had been in his quarters, just left in a hurry.
He pushed the door wider and glanced down both directions of the empty corridor. One route led to a dead-end. The other, was the way he’d come with Ella, and that’s the direction he took in a flat-out gallop.
At the first intersection, he quickly skimmed the unoccupied cross-corridors. Turf divots sprayed out from behind as he raced down the bluegrass strip to the next crossing. To his right, he spotted black booted heels disappear around the far corner.
Alek poured on his Centaur speed.
At the end of the hall, his hooves slid to a stop, and he ducked his head for a quick look.
Zotico, the Centaur assigned to night watch, walked the center isle toward him. Lightweight body armor covered the guard’s equine body, the dapple of his grey hide shimmered from the mineral rock’s glow. Upon seeing Aleksander, Zotico snapped out of his hoof-dragging walk.
“Sir!”
“Did anyone just pass you?”
“No, sir.”
Alek glanced up and down the corridor, then walked to the balcony railing to search the lower levels. After satisfying himself that whoever had snuck into his stallroom was long gone, he lowered his weapon.
“Sir?”
Cool air from an overhead shaft caressed his bare shoulders, and Meat Wrench pulled in tight. Suddenly, he realized how ridiculous he must look, running around naked with a sniper’s demeanor and a pistol as company.
To give Zotico credit, the Centaur might have a thousand questions that burned his tongue, but he kept them to himself.
“I had an intruder in my quarters. Keep a sharp lookout for anything out of place. The rebels grow bolder by the day,” warned Alek, disgust lacing his words.
“Yes, sir. Do you want me to send IT over?”
An image of the beautiful Troll with flaming hair, who waited for him with parted thighs, took center stage in his mind. No, he didn’t need the horny Investigation Team getting an eyeful of Ella. That pleasure was reserved for him alone.
“Negative, Corporal. I’ll handle it. Get word to Colonel Petros to meet at my office at…” He glanced at his watch. “…Zero one-hundred.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Return to your patrol.”
“Yes, sir.” Zotico saluted fist to chest and gave a short bow. He moved past Alek, keeping his eyes forward, lips pressed, and continued his rounds on the wide balcony.
News of his streaking would be all over the palace by morning. Aleksander glanced a second time at his watch. Crap . Less than an hour before duty and he still needed to escort Ella home.
“Sorry, pal.” He said as much to himself as his unfulfilled lust. “Maybe next time.”
Meat Wrench wasn’t buying it.
Eight
E lla was untucking her hair from the back of the borrowed shirt, when Al and his naked torso
Raising himself to stand on four hooves, Alek had only a moment to note two things: Ella’s confused wide eyes, and how pretty she looked, lying in his bed. He grabbed his gun out of the nightstand and walked soundlessly to the bedroom door.
His hide flush to the wall, he lifted the revolver and pointed the barrel upward, toward Elysium. Aleksander held his breath, straining to hear past the silence beyond the bedroom door. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed Ella lay as still as a fallen Wood Nymph, worry reflected in her eyes.
She hadn’t moved a single red hair on her beautiful head, or those found between her legs—the latter edging closed in micrometers.
Good little Troll .
Alek returned his focus to the possible intruder. These were military quarters; he lived in the officers’ section. While it was hard to slip past the guard on watch, it wasn’t impossible. This, he knew from experience.
On the count of three, Alek took a quick check down the hall, and then rounded the corner. He held the nine-millimeter Beretta straight out with both hands, arms extended, and scanned the empty living room. As if pushed by a breeze, the front door creaked.
Whoever had been in his quarters, just left in a hurry.
He pushed the door wider and glanced down both directions of the empty corridor. One route led to a dead-end. The other, was the way he’d come with Ella, and that’s the direction he took in a flat-out gallop.
At the first intersection, he quickly skimmed the unoccupied cross-corridors. Turf divots sprayed out from behind as he raced down the bluegrass strip to the next crossing. To his right, he spotted black booted heels disappear around the far corner.
Alek poured on his Centaur speed.
At the end of the hall, his hooves slid to a stop, and he ducked his head for a quick look.
Zotico, the Centaur assigned to night watch, walked the center isle toward him. Lightweight body armor covered the guard’s equine body, the dapple of his grey hide shimmered from the mineral rock’s glow. Upon seeing Aleksander, Zotico snapped out of his hoof-dragging walk.
“Sir!”
“Did anyone just pass you?”
“No, sir.”
Alek glanced up and down the corridor, then walked to the balcony railing to search the lower levels. After satisfying himself that whoever had snuck into his stallroom was long gone, he lowered his weapon.
“Sir?”
Cool air from an overhead shaft caressed his bare shoulders, and Meat Wrench pulled in tight. Suddenly, he realized how ridiculous he must look, running around naked with a sniper’s demeanor and a pistol as company.
To give Zotico credit, the Centaur might have a thousand questions that burned his tongue, but he kept them to himself.
“I had an intruder in my quarters. Keep a sharp lookout for anything out of place. The rebels grow bolder by the day,” warned Alek, disgust lacing his words.
“Yes, sir. Do you want me to send IT over?”
An image of the beautiful Troll with flaming hair, who waited for him with parted thighs, took center stage in his mind. No, he didn’t need the horny Investigation Team getting an eyeful of Ella. That pleasure was reserved for him alone.
“Negative, Corporal. I’ll handle it. Get word to Colonel Petros to meet at my office at…” He glanced at his watch. “…Zero one-hundred.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Return to your patrol.”
“Yes, sir.” Zotico saluted fist to chest and gave a short bow. He moved past Alek, keeping his eyes forward, lips pressed, and continued his rounds on the wide balcony.
News of his streaking would be all over the palace by morning. Aleksander glanced a second time at his watch. Crap . Less than an hour before duty and he still needed to escort Ella home.
“Sorry, pal.” He said as much to himself as his unfulfilled lust. “Maybe next time.”
Meat Wrench wasn’t buying it.
Eight
E lla was untucking her hair from the back of the borrowed shirt, when Al and his naked torso
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