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Jackie Boxx

 

EXCERPT:

Lana's mind was made up-at least, she told herself it was. She picked one of the Sun folk at random and fixed a gaze on him, the hot smiling gaze of a seductress. He smiled back-a broad smile, but one that seemed more amused than lustful. Lana stood and moved towards him, still wincing slightly at the hard ground under her wounded feet.

"Who will have me?" she asked. "You paid my leader's price, now claim your prize." She touched her breasts with the teasing, feather-light touch maidens used on one another during long winter nights, when they speculated on what it would be like to lie with a man. She was a little surprised at how readily her nipples stiffened.

Perhaps playing the harlot suits me, she thought, turning to the third Sun man. He gave her an odd look; at first he seemed genuinely surprised, then gradually his face broke into a lopsided grin and he laughed, rocking back on his heels and slapping his thighs.  As Lana stared at him in confusion, his companion snorted and pointed at Hrok, who sat watching with a wide grin.

Lana was confused and embarrassed by this reception.  Was she being told that Hrok, as the leader, was to take her first?  It made sense, but why were they laughing at her?  When she stepped towards Hrok, pouting, his grin turned into a laugh and he held up his hands, palms out, to ward her off, as though she had offered him some rich delicacy at a feast when he was already full.

Even though Lana had never chased after a man, she had never before felt spurned.  The warriors of her tribe watched her with hungry eyes when she passed them, making lewd remarks she could just hear.  She disdained them, but she she took their attentions as her due.  To be dismissed with laughter by the likes of a Sun man was humiliating; it made her cheeks burn with anger.

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