No doubt if mother could see her now, Harle wondered if she would not be shaking her pale head in dismissal. To fall so swiftly to a single stallion.... and yet fall she had.

Despite the rather brash and unpleasant manner in which they met, Harlequin was quickly learning that her time here in the desert had taught her quite a many thing; among them, a desire to please the one stallion who had dared to claim her as his own.

And yet, now she wanted nothing more than to please him. She had made him wait long enough for the opportunity to mount her, taking pleasure in the longing and hunger that lingered in his dark eyes. It was the same hunger that he met her gaze now. Her words are a hoarse whisper between them and it is all that he needs to hear. As much as she hated command, there is a pleasure she finds, in the feel of his strong forelegs pinning her beneath him.

It is over far sooner than she is ready, pleasure coursing through her veins like a vibrant hum. Ears flicker backwards as he withdraws and moves to stand at her side, dark eyes expectant. She was far from a delicate flower and even though the experience of mating for the first time had been difficult to say the least, especially with a stallion the size of Cain, but Harlequin would never admit it. Thick plume flicks idly with an audible snap against the curl of her hip as a mischievous smile curls across her lips. Playfully she reaches forward to nip at his shoulder before giving her small head a toss. "More fun than I thought it would be." she teases with a wink.