Savage Betrayal by Scott Theresa

Author:Scott, Theresa
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Native American Romance
Publisher: Theresa Scott
Published: 2014-12-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Sarita stole quietly to her bed in the alcove. She was the last person to leave the fire in the common living area. She had not seen Fighting Wolf all evening--he was probably visiting Rough Seas, she thought. Well, Rough Seas could have him! She, Sarita, certainly didn’t want him! Tossing and turning for a long time, she finally dropped off into a restless sleep.

She started awake. What was it—a noise? A mouse? Her eyes searched the darkened room, all senses alert. Then a shadow detached itself from one wall and glided towards her. Fighting Wolf knelt heavily beside her bed. She held her breath, suddenly afraid. “Are you awake?” he whispered softly.

His breath stirred her hair. “Yes,” she whispered back. “What do you want?”

He laughed a low rasp. “Come now, I should think you’d know,” he chuckled.

“Go to Rough Seas,” Sarita snarled. “She’s your woman.”

“What do you mean?” He grabbed her wrist in his strong grasp.

She tried to break his hold. “Leave me alone, Ahousat dog,” she spat.

“So we’re back to that, are we?” he sneered. “I was good enough for you out on the beach, wasn’t I? "Wasn’t I?” he demanded, crushing her wrist.

She winced, but no sound of pain crossed her lips. Angry now, she taunted, “Isn’t one woman enough for you? Do you have to have two women, or maybe three, panting after you?”

He laughed, hearing the jealousy in her words, and loosened his grip on her wrist. If she thought he was after other women, let her. He certainly wasn’t going to explain himself to a slave!

“Shut up and move over,” he answered, pushing his big body into her bed. “What I do is no concern of yours. You forget yourself, slave.” While the words were harsh, his tone was gentle.

He began to caress her breasts. His lips soon followed his hands as he dropped feather-soft kisses over the silken-skinned globes. He growled low in his throat, “Mmm, you taste good, woman,” as he continued to kiss and caress her.

Sarita, angry at his insults and casual expectancy that she would acquiesce to his touch, tried to push him away. Both hands against his hard chest, she shoved futilely. He laughed softly in her ear. “My golden-eyed cougar, you’ll have to do better than that to keep me away.”

He buried his head in her neck, rubbing his chin slowly against her soft skin. Then his lips began to kiss the sensitive flesh. Shivers tickled her spine at his mesmerizing touch. She thrashed her head back and forth, trying to avoid his ravaging lips, trying to break the tender spell he was weaving on her traitorous body.

The upper half of his torso leaned across her, holding her struggling body in place. As she continued to resist, he got angry. “Stop, Sarita. Stop fighting me,” he commanded. When she gave no heed to his words, he roughly pushed her legs apart with his hand and gently touched her private parts.

Gasping in shame and humiliation at this blatant outrage, Sarita fought him in earnest now.

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