Note: I think Rebecca first posted this pic. But it's just too good.
Happy Year of the Horse, shapeshifter lovers.
Time to gallop fast toward your goals while watching out for the predator types. As anyone who reads my flash scenes regularly, or my erotic romances, you will know I adore horses.
I've been so busy dealing with weather and other life stuff today that I haven't had time to write a new scene, so you're getting a 700 word flash I wrote several years ago in 100 word sections. However, I recently added three more sections for the month-long FIRST KISS event being held at Karen Nutt's blog ~kmnbooks.blogspot.com~.
Yep, two of my absolute favorites: horses and kissing. Since the entire flash wasn't presented at the event, here it is just for you. Hope you enjoy.
Flash of the White Stallion
The magnificent white stallion stood atop a rugged high rise of ground, appearing to mock my efforts to gaze upon him more closely. I didn’t mind. His beauty transfixed me, especially the way his coat, and long waving tail, gleamed beneath the early afternoon sun. He seemed almost magical, as if he’d escaped from a fairytale. I soared inside, all sensation of my body’s weight lost. And I became wonderfully torn between the desire to observe his freedom, and the restless urge to ride him. What would he feel like beneath me? As he ran like the wind.
I spun toward the man’s booming shout. Silver? Like the Lone Ranger’s horse? From the corner of my eye, I watch the white stallion move down the long-sloping rise with deliberate care. One false move, and he would slide dangerously. The small rocks covering the arid ground acted like a bed of gravel. In vain, my gaze searches for the voice’s owner, the deep commanding sound tingling my insides nearly as much as his stallion. I know everyone who lives in this grand isolated area. So, I thought.
“Looking for me, ma’am?” I whirl around, almost tripping over my feet.
“Yes,” I mumble, and try to keep my balance. Quick as a striking rattler he’s beside me, his grip on my elbow a steadying force, the likes of which I’d never felt before. Not from any man. But was he a man? Or had he leapt from the fictional pages of a TV script? Not that he actually resembled the Lone Ranger of yesteryear. From what I could see, peering from beneath my lashes, while my cheeks flame like they’ve been severely sunburned.
“You okay, ma’am?”
“I...I don’t think so.” My belly lurches with uncertainty, and something else I’ll label ‘attraction’.
“How can I help, ma’am?”
What was with this ‘ma’am’ thing? Once was definitely enough. Good Lord, he smelled deliciously primal, and like pine needles.
“Who are you? There aren’t that many of us small ranchers, living around here.” I stop. I’m about to nervously babble.
“Just passin’ through. For now.”
“For now?” He hasn’t released my elbow. Not that my elbow is complaining. It seems quite content, even warm...and giddy. Bubbly, sort of.
“This will be my territory to watch over. Once I return.”
“You can’t be the new Sheriff. We elect those.”
“No, ma’am. We’re taking over.”
“Taking over?” I quake inside. At that moment Silver trots towards us, a gorgeous gliding gait. Once he halts, his dark chocolate eyes take us both in. Interest brightening his gaze, the white stallion moves toward me, and gently shoves his muzzle against my chest, snuffling.
“You must love horses, ma’am.”
“Yes.” I would have stuttered if I’d said anything more.
“Do not be afraid. We will be benign masters.”
“Masters,” I croak. Now, I’m caught like a rabbit, between terror and the affectionate nuzzling of Silver, who obviously expects me to stroke his neck. I comply, enjoying immensely...yet...
What the heck is going on?
“Want to go for a ride, ma’am?”
Hell, yes! Every piece of me ‘wants to go for a ride’ on Silver, the magnificent white stallion. Still...”Masters,” I blurt out again. Silver kisses my cheek with a velvety press of his muzzle.
“In my world a woman who loves horses is considered more valuable than gold.”
To say my senses were overwhelmed, would be to lie. More like blasted out from underneath me. And lost forever.
“I don’t understand,” I whisper. My hand flows down Silver’s face in a caress.
“You will understand. Soon.”
It’s a double or triple whammy. I’m not sure. The silken, yet rough timbre of his voice. The sinewy hard muscle of his thigh against my hip. The unrelenting grip of his hand on my elbow.
When had my world turned totally upside down?
When had my heart ever tripped this fast over a man?
“Have a name?” I ask, then hope he doesn’t hear my pounding heart.
Silver offers his muzzle for my kiss. I press my lips sweetly, my love flowing automatically toward him.
“Consider me your personal Lone Ranger.”
Powerfully lifting me, he swings me astride Silver.
"Personal Lone Ranger," I blurt out, as I grip Silver's snowy-white, thick mane. There is no saddle. No bridle either. I don't care. I am tingly eager for a ride no matter how fast, how dangerously wild. Not smart, I know. Yet, my heart sings with the possibility of flying over the range astride this white stallion. Besides, my life has not been pleasant to say the very least. More like hell unleashed, especially this past year. So what if I fall -- break my skull? With ease, the Lone Ranger leaps behind me. How he does it, I'm not certain.
"Yes. Personal." The warmth of his breath tickles my neck -- tickles my passions.
"Really, who are you?" I ask, as his strong, muscle-hard arms enfold me close. As his virile scent captures me in way I don't want to fight.
Who is this man?
"If I tell you now, beautiful woman, you will be in danger. I cannot allow such." His low rich voice provokes more desire, even as his tone soothes.
"Danger?" I murmur, savoring the feel of Silver beneath me, and my 'personal Lone Ranger' behind me. Oh, good gracious, I'm in trouble -- given my runaway breathless attraction.
His embrace tightens as if he would keep me from harm. "Do you feel protected?"
Yes, yes, I answer silently. But I'm not admitting anything.
"It will be my duty to keep you protected," he continues, a rough and ready sound to his voice.
Intrigued and wary, I ask, "Duty?"
Silver dances beneath us, impatient. "My stallion wishes to show his strength." He pauses, his breathing harsher. "I wish to show you the strength of my lips upon yours."
Time halts. Then my desire flames high. Yielding, I turn meeting his kiss. His gentle yet bold kiss possesses my lips.
Have a Magickal Year of the Horse...
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance