His hackles were up and his temper was fierce. The villains who had set into motion the chain of events that brought him out on a night like this had no concept of how much they would suffer when Alexander got his hands on their bloody hides. They were assured of a swift death…if they were lucky. He had expected to make love to his new bride off and on throughout the dark hours of the night and then again in the morning before he rose to begin his daily chores. His temper steamed at having his personal affairs—which he had been planning for days, for weeks, aye even for months—interrupted. The thought of the sweet, warm body he had left behind in his bed had his temperature rising another notch. He needed the cold night air to give him some relief from the rampant, unquenched ardor heating his blood. Even now he was in exquisite agony, as his semi-erect cock made riding astride his stallion a little uncomfortable. Caesar seemed to sense his master’s mood and flew through the night, the cool air streaming over his lathered flanks.
