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An Irish Pirate Woman And A Roman Sailor Form A Love So Strong It Reaches Beyond The Boundary Of Time
Off the mist shrouded coast of Ireland, a lady pirate, Anwen, captures the enemy, a Roman, Titus Rufius Kaeso. The Celtic warrior woman presses her hard iron dagger against Kaeso’s throat, but memories of fated lovers, druids and sacrifice, stay her hand.
Kaeso is also captivated by dreams of the woman he loved in a previous life, the mirror image of Anwen. In this lifetime they are foes, Roman and Celt. Can Anwen and Kaeso steer their timeless voyage to a happy destiny or will they be robbed of love once more?
This iron-age tale of a Celtic Warrior-Woman-Pirate and her tall, muscular, handsome Roman captive is set against the back drop of romantic beaches and the hill of Tara with characters such as pirates, an arch druid, and the High King of Ireland. In their first life Anwen and Kaeso’s love came to a tragic end. In this life will their love end in a wedding or a druid sacrifice?
Jesse loosened his tie without picking up his head. “But the more pressing question is, you bottom? Since when?”
Daniel’s cheeks flushed, and he looked away. “Just for him. It was kind of…” He didn’t know how to explain it.
“My mind is blown.” Jesse turned his head and stared at him. “Kind of?”
“Shut up, curious fucker.” Daniel refused to make eye contact, keeping his eyes on the rows of bottles along the back wall. “Why do I share details of my sex life with you?”
“Because I’m your best friend.”
“I need new friends.” He sipped his beer, not looking forward to the rest of the week. As if today hadn’t been awkward enough. Rafael had struck a chord with him—hit on an irrational part of him that took away all common sense. He was going to have to find a way to put his attraction, and that spark, out of his mind so he could focus on the case and seem less like a blundering idiot.
“Now, tell me. I love Priscilla, but you see more action in a weekend than I get all month. Indulge your best friend.” Jesse gave him puppy dog eyes.
“I will never understand why a happily married man wants to know about my gay exploits.” Daniel took another drink of his beer, trying to ignore the pleading face.
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“Have a seat,” George commanded. It was not a request.
Daniel did as he was told, even before he could process why. He was in his own home. No one should tell him to sit…right? “Can I ask what this is about?”
George took a seat on the chair opposite him and placed his folded hands on his knees as he leaned forward. “I want to discuss your client.”
Knowing George’s type, he exhaled slowly. No doubt he was not denied often. “I can’t speak about my client’s case, I’m sorry.” He sat back, waiting for the tongue lashing.
“But you can fuck your clients?” An amused smile took George’s lips.
Daniel’s mouth dropped open. “He told you?”
“No, but you just did.” His smile spread, taking over his whole face.
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Here’s an adult excerpt from Grand Slam, a BDSM sports romance I co-wrote with Lily Harlem. I wanted to share a snippet in celebration of the US Open (around which much of the novel is set), and the fact that the book is currently available for 25% OFF on the Ellora’s Cave website. So if you want to grab this critically acclaimed novel at a bargain price, now’s your chance!
I knew she’d fucking liked it. I’d known all along—her body couldn’t lie—but the fact she’d admitted it first to herself and now to me was progress. It didn’t mean, of course, that she’d throw herself to her knees in front of me and call me Master, but I hoped it meant she was up for some exploration. With me. At least I hoped with me and not bloody Peter, not that he gave off any signs of being anything other than vanilla, but hey, most guys could be persuaded.
No, it had to be me, and she obviously trusted me to have confessed that much. And I desperately wanted that trust to extend further—for her to allow me to help her to delve into the side of her that had secretly enjoyed the pain and to see how far that side went. Could she trust me with that pleasure? Offer me her body completely? It didn’t mean she was submissive, of course. It just meant she liked pain with her pleasure and was confident enough in herself as a sexual woman to admit it.
Damn, that was attractive.
But something, some instinct based in the darkest, kinkiest side of me, told me that there was more to it than that. And I was determined to coax it out of her, to help her to explore her full potential. Whatever that may be.
I suddenly became aware of the silence in the room and realized that I hadn’t said anything in response to her confession. I looked at her brown eyes, wide and expectant.
Standing, I moved slowly—still careful not to freak her out—over to the sofa and sat in the empty seat she usually occupied. Her client-grilling seat.
“Thank you for being honest with me, Marie. Thank you for trusting me. That can’t have been easy. Our mutual arrangement stands though. What you’ve told me will never go any further. Now,” I said, reaching out to stroke her hand, the one that rested nearest me. She didn’t pull away, which I took as a positive sign. “I’m happy to help you learn about BDSM, but as is often the case, the best way to learn is by practical demonstration.”
A tiny crease appeared between her eyebrows as she assessed me, probably trying to work out if I was joking or not. I took the hand I’d been stroking and squeezed it gently.
“Do you want to try something now? Just something mild, I mean.”
She gazed at me for a second longer, then nodded slowly.
“Okay,” I said, trying not to appear too eager—or desperate. “Get up.”
I released her hand and we both stood. I beckoned her closer. “Now,” I said, pausing to touch her face lightly, “an important thing to remember is something we’ve already mentioned several times. Trust. You have to trust in your Dominant—or Dom—and if you can’t, then he’s not right or good for you. You have to be comfortable in taking instruction from your Dom, knowing that he’ll never make you do anything that would truly harm you. Also, submission and masochism aren’t the same thing. They often go hand-in-hand, but not always. It’s possible to be one thing or the other. I hate to say ‘thing’, but you know what I mean, don’t you?”
Marie nodded, her expression expectant. I wasn’t sure if she was waiting for more information or for me to actually do something, but either way I was pleased with how things were going. Mainly because she hadn’t run away, glanced at the door or checked her watch. Yet. There was still time to inadvertently scare the shit out of her.
“Have you thought about whether you’re one or the other? Or both?”
She shrugged. “I’m not sure, really. I liked the pain, you know that, but when you were telling me what to do, it just annoyed me. But then I wasn’t really expecting anything like that to happen.”
“Fair enough. So now things are different between us, shall we try something?” The softly-softly approach was really hard for me, clearly at odds with my natural personality, but I wanted Marie so badly that I’d deal with it. For now. Besides, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be much of a Master would I? And I prided myself in being experienced and skilled when it came to domination.
“O-okay,” she replied, fiddling with the hem of her blouse.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you. It’s just a little experiment, nothing else. Just to see how you feel. If it floats your boat, so to speak.”
She gave me what could only be described as a relieved smile. I reached forward and put my fingers beneath her chin, lifting her head. Then I closed the space between us and did something I’d been dying to do for days—I kissed her. I had an ulterior motive too. I wanted to use her reaction to me kissing her to gauge what to do next, what I thought she’d be able to take.
Her lips were soft, supple, and she opened them to admit my tongue almost instantly, causing my semierection to grow quickly into a full one, which pressed insistently against the crotch of my jeans. Aching for her.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me, resisting the temptation to grind my cock against her. She’d know damn well how hard I was without me doing that. I wondered if she was getting wet, whether the gusset of her knickers was damp. Because of me, because of what we were talking about. What we were doing.
She slipped her arms around my waist and I did a mental cheer. She was definitely into this, into me, and the little moans issuing from her throat emphasized that fact, boosting my confidence and rendering me capable of what I did next.
I pulled away from the kiss, leaving her gasping with spots of color on her cheeks and fully dilated pupils. She looked amazing, perfect, and I wanted her so much it hurt.
“Okay,” I said, “now get on your knees.”
My breath caught when, after the slightest hesitation, she did as I asked, dropping to her knees on the plush carpet. Before she changed her mind, I reached down and undid my jeans, then pulled my cock out of my boxers, pointing the head in her direction.
“Now suck it.”
My heart pounded as she looked up at me, an inscrutable expression on her face. She appeared frozen, stunned by my bold move. But that was okay, I was good at giving orders.
“Suck me off, Marie, now.”
She swallowed then inched her mouth closer and closer to my dick. I forced myself to stay still, not to grab her hair and pull her on to me. Maybe that day would come, but it wasn’t going to happen this afternoon. The last thing I wanted was a pissed-off woman with her mouth—and therefore teeth—anywhere near my cock. Marie was a firecracker all right, and I wouldn’t put it past her to show displeasure in such a way.
After what seemed like an age, her lips closed around the tip of my shaft and I was swiftly catapulted toward Heaven on Earth.
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Daniel tore himself away from his touch and sprawled out on the king-sized, wrought iron bed. Rafael’s eyes followed his movements as he meandered over, tugging his tee over his head. Daniel curled his abs to get a better view of him. Rafael had a line of hair that ran down the center of his cut stomach, and Daniel reached out to drag his fingers through it as he climbed into bed to join him.
Rafael pushed his hand away. “Lay back.” He dropped his head, licking over the underside of Daniel’s cock. It jumped off his stomach towards his warm tongue. “Like that?”
He moaned his response, all thoughts leaving his head except the feel of Rafael.
“Good boy. I want to hear you. Your sounds are so erotic.” His tongue dipped into Daniel’s slit, lapping up the pre-cum pearling there.
Blood thundered in his ears, but his brain snapped to attention when Rafael’s voice penetrated his mind. He let go of his inhibitions and groaned louder for him. The man looked up and smiled before pushing his lips down around Daniel’s thick head. Every muscle in his body went slack as pleasure overwhelmed him.
He pulled off then toyed with Daniel with his tongue. “You are so big. I can’t even close my hand around you.” He lifted a hand and squeezed his base to emphasize his point.
Before he could reply, Rafael swallowed him down, taking him to the back of his throat. His body shuttered, and he almost lost it when Rafael looked up at him.
He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as he came back off with painful slowness.
“You’re too good at that,” he said through gasps. His knees had fallen wide, giving Rafael as much room as he needed. He skimmed his fingertips over the large, muscular shoulders of the man between his thighs.
Rafael traced his tongue around the line of Daniel’s head. “Don’t cum. I have plans for you.” He dove back down, taking him in till his nose was pressed against his close-cropped thatch of hair.
He couldn’t reply, too lost in the warmth of Rafael’s mouth. His balls tightened, and he almost lost it, but Rafael had told him not to release. It took sheer force of will for him to stop his cock from spilling his load into the man’s throat. His toes curled, and fingers clenched in the sheets, and Daniel focused on anything but the way Rafael’s lips looked wrapped around his girth.
When he was breathing hard, Rafael gave him some reprieve, moving his mouth lower to tease his tongue over his heavy sac. Daniel gasped for air, every muscle in his body fighting the impending release.
Rafael fingers trailed up his inner thigh. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” His hot breath blew over Daniel’s entrance, causing him to dig his heels into the bed.
“Please,” he begged. He didn’t know what he was begging for. He could take anything but this torturous limbo Rafael kept him in.
“I’m going to bind you.”’Rafael closed his hand around the base of Daniel’s swollen cock, stroking slowly upwards.
His eyes rolled back in his head. Still, he was barely holding off the release that threatened to take over everything. “If you let me cum, you can do whatever you want to me.”
“I’ll let you cum, but not yet.” He slid off the bed, bending down to grab a long case from under it. From it he took leather cuffs and held them high for Daniel to see. “On your stomach, hands over your head near the headboard.”
Scrambling to do as he was told, his cock felt heavy between his thighs as he flipped. His balls ached with the pause in pleasure, and he realized he was not above begging Rafael for the release he needed. He’d never been restrained during sex before, but the idea awakened a deep-seeded need in him that he didn’t fully understand. Laid out as instructed, he waited, hands shaking when Rafael took his right wrist with a gentle touch to strap him into the leather cuffs.
“Can you move?”
Daniel pulled at the soft cuffs, the leather rubbing the hinge of his thumb. “A little.”
“Uncomfortable?” Rafael moved to slip his knees between his thighs.
“Different.” He struggled, lifting his head off the bed to see what Rafael was doing. A slight tinge of panic gripped him. He wasn’t sure that letting a stranger tie him up was a good idea, but he pushed the feelings aside more aroused than anything.
Raf ghosted his fingers down his spine. He stopped when he met Daniel’s seam. “Bad?”
Daniel’s breathing evened out. “No, strangely hot.” He shivered when cool liquid dribbled down his split. He found it almost freeing to sit back and have someone else please him for a change.
“Good. You look so perfect spread out for me.” He pushed one of Daniel’s knees under him then followed with the second.
Daniel spread himself wide to allow full access. He massaged the lube over Daniel’s tightness as Rafael lowered he head to bite the meat of the man’s ass. Daniel couldn’t control the groans that spilled from his lips.
I must have lost my mind, Daniel thought, looking forward to the burning pain and the full feeling he knew was coming.
Rafael pushed one finger inside him then added a second. “You are so tight. I can tell you don’t bottom a lot.”
“Rarely,” he confirmed between panted gasps. He pulled at his restraints, wanting to touch the other man before surrendering to the fact that he was at his mercy. He had to fight his natural instincts in bed; the restraints helped, but it was still so strange for him to be still.
Rafael let a soft groan of his own slip before he spoke. “I’m in control. Let go.” He scissored his fingers inside Daniel, stretching him wide.
He sucked in a breath, fire breaking out across his ring as Rafael’s fingers spread apart inside him. He didn’t know how Rafael read him so well, but it intensified the connection, helping him give over control. His release was long forgotten until Rafael reached around his hips to grasp his girth. His expert fingers brought Daniel to the brink in three long strokes.
“Not yet.” Rafael’s chest was pressed against his back, and his lips were on the back of his neck.
All Daniel could do was nod. It took all his energy to hold himself back.
Rafael released his hold on him, letting his hard cock down to hang again. Daniel used the pause to drink down a few deep breaths then he heard foil crinkle and tear. He hadn’t even thought of safety. Thank God Rafael had. He had a ball of nervous energy twisting in his gut that was only outweighed by the thought of Rafael fucking him till he came.
Rafael’s wrapped head nudged into him a second later, and he winced, waiting for the pain. It split him wide open. He worked his cock in and out, sliding it deeper with each thrust. His body fell over Daniel’s, chest to back and hands braced on either side of his face. Rafael’s plush lips worked over his jaw. Daniel turned his head, wanting desperately to kiss him. His lips snagged on Rafael’s scruffy jaw before they met. The kiss was hard, demanding, and Rafael bit his lip, making it swell again. When he was buried completely in Daniel’s ass, he paused.
Daniel wanted more, bucking his hips to grind into the cock inside him. Rafael’s palm found his length again, and he squeezed over his cock then released it. Daniel’s head fell to the sheets, pressing against their coolness, enveloped in sensations. Rafael sat back on his heels, switching to long, slow strokes. He glanced over his shoulder, seeking out the view. He watched Rafael’s thick cock disappear inside him over and over. They were both already covered in a light sheen of sweat which accentuated Rafael’s tan skin.
He started to give over to the pleasure, losing himself to it when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye a second before the smack reverberated through the room. Pain seared across his ass, and he gulped air. “Fuck.” It seemed to intensify everything, and he was glad he had agreed to it.
Rafael’s hand returned to the place it had just struck to knead the flesh with his palm. “You like it a little rough.” It wasn’t a question.
Daniel pushed back on him wantonly, showing him how much he enjoyed it. Rafael struck him again, this time causing Daniel’s teeth to clench. He was sure his ass was an angry red.
Daniel’s mind floundered. “Please, Sir?”
Rafael rewarded him with another two slaps in quick succession. He flinched with each one, his ass clamping down around Rafael’s thick cock.
“You’re going to make me lose it.” Rafael pulled his legs out from under him letting his stomach hit the bed. It changed the angle, allowing Rafael’s cock to hit all the right places as he moved in long fluid motions.
“Please, Sir,” he begged again.
“Soon,” Rafael grunted between gasped breaths. His hand came down on to Daniel’s already red butt cheek, further reddening the flesh.
He drove himself into Daniel three more times before he collapsed on top of him. His cock pulsed deep, flooding him with heat, and he could feel the man inside him fill the condom. Daniel would have done anything at that moment to have gotten rid of the barrier between them. He wanted to feel wetness in him for the rest of the night.
His body shuddered, and he fought the restraints, trying not to give into release. He tried to focus on anything but the feeling of Rafael’s cock. He was going to lose it without anything touching his cock, but the skin on his wrists chafed with each pull and took away from the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. He wanted to get away from the sensation, to not disappoint Rafael.
“You’ve been such a good boy. You deserve a reward.” Rafael pulled out of him, eliciting a groan. Daniel felt empty and not yet satisfied.
The cuffs came free. Rafael gripped him by the hips and flipped him to his back. He licked over Daniel’s dripping slit. “Cum for me.” He took him into his mouth till the tip of his cock hit the back of the man’s throat. He pulled back slowly, letting Daniel watch his lips drag over every inch.
It didn’t take much for Daniel to do as he was commanded, losing himself in the back of Rafael’s mouth. Wave after wave of release shattered him. They seemed never-ending, and Daniel’s mind left his body and floated above him. The ecstasy of the whole experience was bringing him to the brink of black out.
Rafael’s gruff words drew him back. “You’re such a natural, you know that?”
Daniel’s eyes lulled half shut. “Oh?”
“Yes, God, you’re perfect.”
Rafael laid down beside him and wrapped Daniel up in his arms. Their lips met again, and despite his recent earth-shattering orgasm, he was already hard again.
“And a stud.” Rafael chuckled as he took him in his hand.
“It’s all you.” Daniel chased his lips to demand another kiss.
Rafael indulged him, biting his lower lip. They kissed and explored each other until Daniel’s brain snapped back to reality. He had to work in the morning
“I have to go.”
“I figured that was coming. Old nine to five calls?”
“More like seven to seven in my case.” Daniel rolled onto his back and scrubbed a hand down his face.
“I’d like to see you again.” Rafael climbed off the bed to retrieve their clothes.
“Please… Sir.” Daniel gave him a playful smile.
“Keep that up, and I’ll be fucking you again.” Rafael walked back to him and kissed under his jaw, handing him back his clothes.
Daniel drug his teeth over his swollen lip. “Sir…” His hazel eyes lifted to meet Rafael’s. Their clothes were abandoned, and Rafael, the condom barely rolled down, was buried inside him before Daniel could remember he was going to be miserable in the morning.
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Protector Lexa Clash has her orders: bring back the Queen’s sex slave or don his slave collar.
But Regus Anchon is more than a handsome, pleasure toy and the tables are quickly turned. The hunter is now the prisoner and Lexa has met her match.
Raw fear shot through Lexa. The Protectors had foiled a rebellion, and the surviving rebels had escaped into the Wildlands. They’d formed a community within the lawless region. The Wildlanders and the Protectors were sworn enemies. “If they see my Protector tattoo, I’m dead, but before I die I’ll make sure they know that Queen Helisan will pay a royal ransom for your handsome hide.”
His mouth quirked, and for a second Lexa thought he might crack a smile. “Let’s keep a low profile and do our best to avoid the Wildlanders.”
“How about the horse? He looks big enough to carry us both.”
“I pushed him hard to get here. We’ll proceed on foot.”
She started walking, her gaze constantly sweeping the barren terrain for signs of the enemy, but nothing stirred, not animal or bird. Her boots kicked up the ashy silt that blanketed the valley floor for miles. Thankfully, the sun was warm and the wind was mild.
By the time the sun was low in the sky, Lexa’s stomach rumbled and her arms and legs ached. She hadn’t eaten a full meal since yesterday. She figured it had been three days for Regus. As they approached a cluster of boulders, Lexa glanced over her shoulder. “Any chance we can stop? I understand the winds pick up at night.”
Regus nodded. “Best not to get caught out in the open, we’ll camp here for the night.”
Lexa sank down in a shaded spot. “My arms are aching.” Lexa rolled her shoulders. “I won’t try to escape. I give you my word.”
He shook his head. “It’s a Protector’s job to escape captivity.”
“I’m hungry. I assume you removed the supplies from my airglide,” she said, hoping he’d release her hands while she ate.
He removed the pack from the saddle and dug out a sealed energy square. The small squares were designed to feed soldiers in the field. He broke the corner seal, triggering a chemical reaction in the package. The lining of the package heated and expanded, cooking the cube into a thick, spongy, nutritional cake. Lexa’s mouth watered as Regus peeled open the package and the smell of spice cake wafted in the air.
Regus put half the cake aside. “For the horse.”
Then he tore off a piece and fed it to her.
Her lips brushed his fingers as he continued to feed her. She watched him as she ate. His gaze remained on her mouth.
She took another bite, capturing his finger between her lips. Lexa saw the challenge in his eyes. He was daring her to bite him. She held onto his finger for a few seconds before letting it go.
When she’d swallowed the last piece, she asked, “What about you?”
He fed the cooled portion to the horse. “I’ll eat in the morning.” Then he stood and removed the laser rifle and untied the stable blanket from the saddle.
Lexa was a Protector, a member of an elite warrior class, yet this slave had proven to be a formidable adversary. He was tough, and he made her feel soft and inept.
“How does a resourceful man like you become a slave?”
His turned to look at her, his gaze quizzical. “You’re wondering if I willingly became a sex slave?”
He shook his head. “The last thing I remember was a sharp sting in my neck. When I awoke I was wearing a jewel-encrusted slave collar.”
A royal sex slave has escaped and Lexa Clash of the Protectors of the Realm is ordered by the Queen of Malrann to bring him back alive and healthy. Lexa doesn’t approve of slavery and is disillusioned with the crown, but a Protector must follow orders.
Regus Anchon is on the run, headed for the safety of the Wildlands, a rebel stronghold. A confrontation between hunter and hunted has unexpected results, the hunter is now the prisoner.
Lexa blinked and looked up into the fierce eyes of Helisan’s sex slave. She was lying on a coarse blanket beneath the shade of a tree, her wrists cuffed behind her back. Her helmet was missing, and he’d taken Helisan’s com-link off her wrist.
“Who are you?” he asked.
Lexa tugged at the cuffs. She figured he’d found her airglide and had taken her cuffs.
“Don’t bother hurting yourself,” he said. “I’ve reset the release sequence.”
She’d never get them off. Not only did he have the audacity to use her new cuffs, he’d removed her windsuit and boots, leaving her in nothing but her underwear, a gray tank top, and fitted shorts.
Lexa managed to sit up and look around. He’d carried her out of the canyon to a high mesa, looking out upon the barren valley of the Wildlands below. The horse was nibbling on a small patch of dry grass, but Lexa didn’t see her airglide. Her pack and laser rifle were hanging from the saddle.
“Who are you?” he asked again, his voice even and without a hint of irritation
Lexa’s mouth was dry, and she wanted a minute to clear her head and assess her situation. “Water.” He pulled a container out of the pack, removed the cap, and hunkered down beside her. He let her take a sip of water then capped the container.
“I know you’re a member of the Protectors,” he said, rising to place the container inside the pack. “I recognize the tat on your arm. What’s your name?”
“A Protector sent after a sex slave. I’m flattered.”
“You belong to the queen and she wants you back in one functional piece.”
He nodded. “That’s why you came after me with a stunner instead of your standard issue blaster.”
“You seem knowledgeable about the Protectors.”
“Do you think you can walk?” he asked, ignoring her statement.
“I can walk.”
He leaned down, extending his hand to help her up. Instead of taking his hand, Lexa struck out with her right leg, aiming her heel at his face. He caught her foot in one hand and jerked it to the left with so much force her leg twisted and her body followed. Slammed to the ground, she landed hard on her chest. Lexa grimaced and swore. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she had a difficult time getting off her belly and into a sitting position. Instead of helping her, he let her struggle.
His penetrating gaze met hers. “Do that again and I’ll break your leg.”
“Like you, I don’t enjoy being a prisoner.”
“I’m going to put on your boots. If you fight me in any way you’ll walk barefooted. Understood?”
Believing his threat, Lexa nodded.
After he’d put on her boots, Regus stood and gathered the horse’s reins. “Let’s go.”
Lexa got to her feet. She noticed Regus wore moccasins. Her boots were heavy, but far better footwear considering the terrain. “Where are we headed?”
He pointed to the hills across the valley.
“You’re not serious.”
His gaze slid over her. “You look fit enough. Start walking.”
“What about the airglide? We’d make better time.”
“Airglides can be tracked.”
“I can disable the tracking device,” Lexa said.
“The Wildlanders would kill you for a high performance airglide.”
“They might kill us for a horse.”
A slight grin curved his lips. “Or they might spare the horse in exchange for a beautiful slave.”