Eland and Jeanne (Tales of the Shareem) by Allyson James Page A

started making love to her.
    She was beautiful. Nervous at first, Jeanne let herself calm and open as Eland thrust up into her. He suppressed a moan as she closed around him, squeezing him as he’d taught her. He was going to lose it and come too fast, he feared, and all his friends would laugh hysterically.
    Eland rocked into her, and the rest of the Shareem watched. His skin began to prickle—he enjoyed others looking at him while he pleasured a woman. Eat your hearts out, he wanted to say.
    Jeanne focused on Eland, a smile playing about her mouth. She rested her hands on his shoulders, as though steadying herself, and started to move on him. After a few moments, she was sighing in pleasure, enjoying herself without inhibition, damn who watched. Her entire attention was on Eland.
    Oh, yeah, baby. I’m right here for you.
    He heard the soft sounds of Shareem getting into it. Eland dragged his gaze from Jeanne’s lovely face and glanced around.
    Aiden had his tunic off, his cock in his hand. Rio had availed himself of Judith’s presence. The red-haired lady knelt in front of Rio, her back bare, and took him in her mouth.
    The sight of Judith sucking off Rio—Rio, the shithead, was enjoying the hell out of it—heated Eland’s body even more. One day, he’d have Jeanne go down on him, maybe in someplace even more public, like a hovertrain, or a back street, where the risk of discovery made the act even more exciting.
    Fuck, he shouldn’t think of things like that. Eland’s release was dangerously near.
    Jeanne gave a little moan, the one she gasped out just before her climax hit her. Eland felt her body open and become even more pliant, and then she was ready.
    No matter that there were others in the room, Jeanne let herself go. That’s my girl. Head back, sounds of joy leaving her mouth, toes curling, body rocking, she let her climax take her. The chain between her breasts clinked softly, as did the one between her wrists.
    Eland swallowed his own groans as he came. He kept moving inside her, closing his eyes and pretending it was all in a day’s work.
    Who was he kidding? Eland was lost.
    But no need to let these other idiots realize how stupidly in love he was falling.
    ***
    Jeanne was limp and happy as he carried her into the bedroom. The door closed on Aiden’s voice. “Now, that was nice …”
    Eland stripped off Jeanne’s blindfold but left the cuffs. “You liked that,” he said, his voice broken.
    “I did.” Jeanne sounded surprised. “ Why did I like that?”
    “Some do.” Eland shrugged, as though it made no difference to him, never mind his blood was on fire. “I guess you’re one of them.”
    Jeanne’s smile nearly undid him. “So what do we get to do now?”
    Eland loved that she was so trusting of him. It made the nugget of hope in him grow, which was a bad thing. Hope would kill him.
    He forced himself to scowl. “Now I get to punish you for liking that so much.” He leaned over her. “Remember, you’re mine. ”
    Jeanne’s smile widened. “Always.”
    Damn, she was going to kill him. Eland turned abruptly away, found the strap he’d used last time, and came to her. “Not good enough. Turn over.”
    Slowly, Jeanne obeyed. Too slowly. Eland wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped her onto her stomach. Then he spanked her.
    He spanked her with the strap until she was laughing and coming. Then he threw away the strap, pulled her hips back against him, and took her. Her coming went on, her noises of joy growing loud and shrill.
    When Eland finished, he fell to the bed next to Jeanne, spooning her against him, arms protectively around her. Jeanne was already falling asleep. He kissed her flushed face and damp hair.
    “What am I going to do?” he whispered, half to himself. “I can’t get enough of you.”
    And that couldn’t happen. He’d try to stay with her, and he’d be caught, and killed. He’d die because he too much loved a lady. The executioner would laugh at him