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  Oriana’s Stallions (Collection)

  Silvia Violet

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  Copyright ©2014 Silvia Violet

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  Table Of Contents

  Oriana’s Stallions (Collection)

  Stallion’s Gambit

  Stallion’s Summer

  Stallion’s Accord

  Silvia Violet

  Oriana’s Stallions (Collection)

  Silvia Violet

  Raya is what Orianians refer to as a techno snob. She thrives on her fast-paced urban life on New Earth. At least she did until she met Calder Brinkley, a horse shifter and regional governor on Oriana. Calder likes wide-open spaces, the fresh air of early morning, and turning off technology in favor of face-to-face conversation. He also likes Raya. He likes her so much he’s willing to alter some of what he enjoys about his low-tech planet. Can Calder convince her that being together is more important than either of them having their way, or will her stubbornness keep them forever apart?

  Stallion’s Gambit

  Silvia Violet

  When Raya, an agent for Intergalactic Investors Bank, arrives at Calder Brinkley’s estate, he decides the stiff-necked techno-snob needs to learn a lesson. Instead of meeting with her himself, he sends his foreman to show her the farmland she’s come to inspect. But when Calder joins them in his shifter form, a massive stallion, all bets are off. Raya’s in for the ride of her life!

  Dedication

  Thanks to C.J., Emma Ray, and Kate, whose equestrian expertise was invaluable to my story.

  Stallion’s Gambit

  Calder Brinkley ignored the rain pelting down on him. He eased closer to the glass doors that opened onto his guest’s balcony. Raya had left them open, and the sheer curtains fluttered in the breeze. The moonless night allowed him to stand less than a yard from her threshold without being detected.

  He’d arrived home well after the household had retired for the night, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Raya Varvara had intrigued him on both a physical and intellectual level during their comm link conversations. He wanted to know if she presented as attractive a package in person as she had on screen.

  He took another step. When his shoulder was inches from the door, he leaned forward and looked in. Raya walked out of the en suite bathroom, and he sucked in his breath. She was naked, and even more delicious than he’d imagined. Her dark chin-length hair was tucked neatly behind her ears. Her skin was creamy and smooth, contrasting beautifully with her large coral nipples.

  He longed to palm her small breasts and flick his tongue across her flesh, watching her nipples peak. She was slender, but not lacking in curves. He visualized himself gripping her waist and pulling her hips back against him as he fucked her from behind.

  Her pussy was shaved bare. He could see her clit peeking from the deep cleft. His balls ached at the sight, and he had to reach down and tug his pants to make room for his expanding cock.

  He smiled. He would have her before she left. A week would elapse before a transport arrived that could take her back to New Earth. Plenty of time to seduce her and introduce her to the various ways he could curb her sharp tongue and loosen her stiff manners.

  A rich, earthy scent floated out through the doors. Calder inhaled deeply. He could have guessed Raya wouldn’t go for flowery shower gels. She’d used the soap his servants placed in the showers for male guests. It mixed perfectly with her natural scent.

  He cursed silently when she picked up a robe. The gauzy black garment could hardly be considered a covering, but he’d hoped to watch her prance around nude. She picked up a small comm unit from her nightstand and punched at the buttons.

  “Fuck!” The expletive carried easily onto the balcony. Calder pressed his lips together to keep from laughing. He imagined what his uptight servants or, God forbid, one of his other guests would think to hear a woman use such a word.

  Raya punched at the buttons again, making a low growl that sent heat straight to his cock. “Fucking backwater planet. Can’t even get a decent connection!”

  Calder bristled. Techno-snob! Wait until he got his huge dick in her. Then she’d learn there were satisfying things on this planet that she’d never find back home. Who wanted to be tied to a comm unit twenty-four hours a day anyway? New Earth was all concrete and steel and whizzing traffic. Oriana’s untamed wilderness called to his very soul.

  “Finally!” She said the word like a curse as she brought the unit to her ear. She began to pace, her long, lean legs covering the length of the room rapidly.

  “Elaine? Hi. It’s Raya. No, I’m not blocking vid. I could hardly get an audio signal. You’re lucky to be hearing from me at all.”

  Raya flopped onto the settee, pulling her legs up and giving Calder a perfect view of her cunt. He wanted to walk in, throw her comm unit to the floor, bury his face against her, find out if she tasted as delicious as she smelled.

  “I’ll be viewing the land tomorrow. Is there any way I can get back to New Earth earlier than next week?”

  She snarled as she listened to the response. “I can’t get any work done here. The connections are spotty, and I don’t even have a decent data port in my suite. I’m going to lose six days.”

  She started pacing again, and Calder’s eyes were drawn to the round globes of her ass which tightened with every step. “I don’t need a vacation. I need to get reports to at least five clients before they go ballistic.”

  Calder smiled. Raya definitely needed a vacation -- one that included a lot of time on her back, or her knees, or astride him. He could find a myriad ways to entertain her while she waited for the next transport.

  “Not much to recommend it, but the horses are fabulous. The pair that pulled the carriage that picked me up --” She laughed. “Yes, damn it, I was brought to the estate by carriage. I told you it was fucking primitive here. But the horses were gorgeous. It’s been ages since I’ve ridden.”

  Raya’s lips curled up in a sensual smile. “I haven’t seen him yet. He didn’t even have the decency to show up for dinner. But if he’s half as gorgeous as he looks on screen, I’ll have a nice view during our ride tomorrow.”

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bsp; Calder’s cock hardened even more. So she thought he was hot, and she approved of his horses. The compliment made him smile. Her father was a horse breeder of some renown, and she’d been raised around some of the galaxy’s finest horse flesh. A wicked idea formed in Calder’s mind.

  Raya walked toward the doors, and Calder stepped further into the shadows. The breeze lifted her robe and Calder caught another glimpse of her luscious pussy. His cock jumped in the confines of his pants.

  “Yeah, I’ll try. I’m going to get some sleep now. I’ll check in tomorrow.” She closed her comm unit with a sharp click, tossed it onto the bed, and walked back into the bathroom.

  Calder grinned. Tomorrow she was going to get the ride of her life.

  * * *

  As Raya followed Jim Langdon, Lord Brinkley’s overseer, to the stables, she cursed her ridiculous outfit. Thanks to local custom, she’d been forced to purchase special clothes for her journey. She’d balked at the idea of wearing dresses, something she did on the rarest of occasions. But her boss had assured her that under no circumstance did women wear pants on Oriana.

  Why these people wanted to prance around like they were the stars of a historical film she had no idea, but anything for a client, right? At least the riding costume had a spilt skirt, and unlike her other dresses, it didn’t have any damn bows on it. But the heavy material would likely cause her to sunstroke. Still, she thanked the gods she’d been offered the chance to ride. She had no interest in entering another hot, confining carriage.

  Perhaps her ride would be a pleasant interlude in what was shaping up to be a hellacious day. Who did Lord Brinkley think he was anyway? He sent his overseer to take her out to view the land. She’d yet to lay eyes on the man, and she’d been on planet for almost a full cycle.

  She never let herself get involved with business associates, but she hoped to at least use him for eye candy during her stay. From what she’d seen, his body was perfectly sculpted, and the heat that had flashed in his huge brown eyes had distracted her more than once during their communications.

  She supposed being a lord gave a man the right to ignore his guests, as if anyone cared about some trumped up title on a backwater planet. Six more days. Could she really stay on Oriana that long without losing her mind?

  When Raya and the overseer entered the stable, a skinny, red-haired man introduced himself as the stable master. “Since you mentioned a background with horses, his lordship thought you might be interested in giving Obsidian a try. He’s the finest horse we’ve got.” He pointed to a large black stallion.

  The horse was undeniably gorgeous, thickly muscled and at least seventeen hands high. But there was an odd twinkle in the stable master’s eyes. Was there some joke she wasn’t getting? Then she remembered where she was. “He is beautiful, but I’m surprised Orianan women are permitted to ride stallions.”

  The stable master nodded, and she was sure he was trying to suppress a smile. “That’s true, ma’am, but in your case, his lordship thought we should make an exception, seeing as how you’re an experienced rider from New Earth and all.”

  She nodded. “I can handle any horse you’ve got.”

  The stable master nodded, another smirk crossed his face. “I’m certain you can ma’am, but I’ll warn you, he’s quite spirited.”

  “That’s how I like them.”

  She was positive she heard a snicker from the stable boy who was brushing Obsidian’s glossy rump. She glared at the boy, but he kept his face blank. Something was definitely up, but if these men thought to have a bit of fun with an offworlder, she’d show them what she was made of.

  The stable master patted the stallion’s flank. “Obsidian won’t take to a saddle. You can’t ride him with nothing more than a hackamore and a blanket. Will that work for ya?”

  “I’m an accomplished bareback rider. A hackamore is more than satisfactory.” She turned toward Mr. Langdon. “Are we ready to go?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Jackson’s all saddled up for me.” He indicated a glossy red gelding. “Let’s head on out to the back quadrant and take a look at that parcel of land.”

  Raya stepped closer so she could pet Obsidian’s head and found that his mane felt as silky as it looked. She petted him longer than she meant to. Something about him was simply irresistible.

  Obsidian twisted his head to look at her, and she’d have sworn the animal smiled. His eyes sparkled with more intelligence that even the smartest horses she’d known. What an amazing animal. She wondered if Lord Brinkley would consider selling him. She doubted it. If he were hers, she’d never part with him.

  She used the mounting block the stable boy brought her and swung herself onto Obsidian’s back. It felt good to be on a horse again.

  “Ready?”

  Raya nodded in reply to the overseer’s question. He turned his horse to ride out of the barn, and Obsidian followed him without waiting for direction from her.

  “The land’s a good ways out. The terrain is hilly but it’s smooth. You up for a fast ride?”

  Raya wondered if this was part of the plan to show her up as a pansy offworlder. She might prefer a planet with technology to this godforsaken nowhere, but she was no girly girl. She bet she could ride circles around any man here. “The faster the better.”

  They trotted out of the stable yard. Once they reached the open fields, Jim picked up his pace. She matched him, loving the feel of the wind whipping her hair.

  After a few moments, she gave the stallion his head. His legs ate up the ground with astounding speed. She’d never been on a faster horse, not even the best of those her father had raised. She felt like she was truly flying. Her heart raced as she leaned low over Obsidian’s head, rubbing her cheek in his soft mane. She wanted to praise him for his speed and his beauty, but the exhilaration stole her breath.

  She reveled in the wildness, moving easily with the magnificent animal. The exhilaration heated her body and the friction of Obsidian’s hide her sent delicious spirals of pleasure through her belly. Cream dampened the strange boxer-like undergarments she wore, and her whole body pulsed with life.

  Shaking off the riding high that had clouded her mind for several moments, she glanced over her shoulder, looking for Jim. He was nowhere in sight. They must have lost him when they crested the last hill.

  She tugged on the reins, wanting to slow down so Mr. Langdon could catch up. She was dependent on him for directions to the land she needed to view. If she were back on New Earth she would have simply programmed her positioner with the co-ordinates, but Orianans had to make everything complicated.

  The horse refused to slow down. She pulled harder, digging her elbows into her sides for more leverage. But Obsidian kept going, running at a full gallop. Damn it! The stable hands knew he’d do this. That’s why they were laughing.

  Obsidian veered to the left and slowed to a canter. She pressed her right knee into the horse’s side and tugged as hard as she could on the right rein, trying to pull his head around. He snorted, sounding thoroughly disgusted and shook his head back and forth as if telling her no.

  Then she got a suspicious thought. “You know the way, don’t you? You know where we’re going.”

  The horse snorted again and nodded up and down this time. She’d known plenty of very smart horses growing up, but Obsidian was truly extraordinary.

  * * *

  Raya shook Jim’s hand. “The land is beautiful, exactly as Lord Brinkley described. I know my client will be pleased.”

  The overseer smiled. “Glad to hear it ma’am.”

  “Shall we ride back now?”

  “Yes, if you’d like. But as you’re at leisure for the rest of the day, I thought perhaps you’d like to take a ride on your own, see some more of the estate.”

  More time with this magnificent animal? How could she say no, especially when the alternative was sitting around Lord Brinkley’s estate pretending to be a lady? “I would love a long ride, but without a positioner, I’m not sure how to find my
way back to the stables.”

  Jim smiled. “Don’t worry. No matter where you go, Obsidian will be able to bring you home. Just ask him, and he’ll bring you to the stables.”

  “He’s remarkably intelligent.”

  Jim looked liked he was suppressing a laugh. “Indeed he is. Most amazing horse I’ve ever seen.”

  She was determined to find out what Jim and the stable hands were laughing about, but she wouldn’t lower herself to ask. “Is there any portion of the estate I should avoid?” she asked as she mounted Obsidian.

  “No, but I suggest you head west. There’s some lovely terrain that way, and you’ll come to a stream after a few miles. Obsidian would love to stop there for a drink.”

  Raya nodded. “That sounds perfect. Thank you. What time is lunch served?”

  “One o’clock but don’t worry, Obsidian will want his lunch too. He’ll let you know when it’s time to head back.”

  She smiled. “Excellent. Thank you.”

  Jim nodded. Obsidian turned, and they headed west.

  * * *

  Raya dismounted when they reached the stream. “If I leave you free, you won’t run off will you?” She rubbed the stallion’s neck as she spoke, pitching her voice low.

  Obsidian snorted and shook his head back and forth. She smiled. “I swear you speak Common as well as I do.” Obsidian leaned into her caress, and she stroked his mane. “You’re magnificent. You know that?” His ears twitched, turning toward her, giving her his full attention. “You love to be petted, don’t you?” The stallion nickered softly, turning his head to nuzzle her shoulder. She smiled and patted his neck. “Go get your drink. I want to do a little splashing myself.”

  She glanced around. She couldn’t see or hear anyone, and they hadn’t passed a soul since they’d left Jim. If someone caught her bathing in her underwear, they’d see far less than Earthers saw when she wore a bikini. Customs be damned. They’d just have to get over it.