...When Tye grew sleepy, she decided to get some much-needed rest. As she drew near to the house, a sound stopped her. She waited in the darkness. A feminine sigh, followed by giggle, told her what she’d find if she continued in the same direction.

Her sister had company. When so many gathered for the harvest, her sister always found someone to enjoy. What did it feel like to have another woman’s lips on the most intimate parts of her body?

Before she could imagine it, the stranger’s face flashed in Tye’s mind, and she touched a hand to her breast.

She was about to circle around to another door when a shadow caught her eye. At first glance she thought it was an alpana and then, in the next instant, she could see it was a man…a very tall one. Someone watched her sister from the seclusion of the shrubbery! This could mean her sister’s death. No way would Tye allow that to happen. She bent to palm a rock and worked her way silently through the garden.

As she drew close, she could see him—Cradon, she’d heard him called. How dare he spy on Wyn? A hiss of air between her teeth alerted him to her presence. He turned his head and his glowing amber eyes met hers. He caught hold of her. She hadn’t thought anyone could be so quick.

“Let go of me.” She whispered when she wanted to scream. No way did she want her sister to know a man had seen her like this. He pulled her closer to the patio, nearer to her sister.

“Who is that?” he demanded.

Tye knew who without looking, but she wanted to know what he’d seen and could tell people. On the timbant-plank patio, covered with thick alpana throws, lay her sister and another woman in a complete state of nakedness. The woman had her face buried between Wyn’s thighs.

“Please, let us leave.” Tye prayed her sister wouldn’t know they’d seen her like this.

“What I please…is to do that to you. Who is it?”

“My sister and one of the villagers,” Tye said. “Please, leave before she sees you…us.”

Cradon breathed hard, as though he’d just run a race and, instead of listening, he began to move his hands over her body much like the woman was doing to her sister. He cupped her breasts and moisture flooded the juncture between Tye’s thighs as she considered what he intended to do to her.

When he pulled her back against him, the evidence of his desire pressed against her backside. Inching up her moram, he nuzzled his face against the side of Tye’s neck and sent shivers along her spine.

“See your sister’s face? Soon yours will look the same. I promise.”

Tye didn’t care to look at her sister’s face. The earlier glimpse had been more than enough. Cradon placed a hand on either side of her head and turned her to see Wyn. Only it wasn’t ecstasy on her sister’s face. Wyn almost appeared to be in pain. She thrashed and bucked against the woman’s blonde head. Then she flung both arms wide, sank her fingers into the alpana fur and twisted her head from side to side, moaning. It seemed far more like pain than pleasure.

It wasn’t right to see this. Tye fought against his hands still holding her head, and he released her, only to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her back against his hard length.

“I want you,” he whispered against the sensitive skin under her ear.

She shuddered. The tingle from the warmth of his breath ran down her neck and along her spine.

“I want a taste of your pussy.”

At first his words shocked her, but, as they echoed inside her head, they became more intriguing. Certain parts of her traitorous body wanted to hear more.