Hunter Betrayed (11 page)

The colorful curse from the man she’d left on the bed told
her he felt the same way. Hearing it heightened her arousal. She wanted to be
beautiful in Calan’s eyes. She kicked the jeans aside.

For a split second, she debated—thong or bra? Considering
he’d come from an era when women hadn’t worn either, at least not the lacy
Victoria’s Secret ensemble she sported, she pivoted, giving him a perfect view
of the black strip of satin dipping between her butt cheeks.

“Harley.” Lust gave her not-so-feminine name a husky
quality. Shivers raced over her skin.

She peered over her shoulder and flashed him a knowing
smile. “Do you like what you see?”

His gaze left hers and skimmed a heated path down her back
to where the strip of fabric that deadened men’s brain cells disappeared. A
long, shaky breath escaped his lips.

“Yeah, like. I like.” He flicked his eyes to focus on the
edge of her bra. “Want it off.”

The short clipped sentences and the straining muscles in his
arms betrayed his struggle not to close the distance and rip it off her
himself. Seeing the effort it took did it for her. She turned her head to hide
the pleased grin.

Reaching around her back, she unhooked the bra but held the
front up with one hand. With the other, she slowly dragged the strap over her
shoulder. At the end, she let the thin string flop. She reversed her hands and
repeated the motion. On another controlled pivot, she faced him, waited until
he focused on her chest and let the material fall.

“Beautiful. So beautiful.”

His whisper filled her up. She couldn’t stop the smile in
response to the compliment. She dropped her gaze before he guessed at how much
it meant to hear it coming from Calan, the one man who’d seen the dirty stain
inside her.

She hooked her thumbs under the edge of her panties and slid
them over her hips. Gravity took over. They fell and she flicked them away with
her foot.

He crawled to the edge of the mattress. His choppy hair hung
forward obscuring most of his face, but blue eyes blazed behind the curtain of
brown strands. His cock pointed toward her, the swollen head slickened.

In the back of her mind, she recognized the danger of
teasing the son of Arawn, Lord of the Underworld, but she wanted Calan wild.
The sweet, reverent touches he’d delivered were nice and ones she’d treasure
another time. Tonight, she wanted him to claim her as he’d promised to do
before he changed his mind.

Or wises up.

She probably should feel guilty for wanting to lock him to
her. She didn’t. He was hers. He’d said so himself. She was merely ensuring her
right to keep him, or so she rationalized her actions. Truth was, she didn’t
feel worthy of him and feared what would happen when he realized it.

Naked, she dropped to her knees on the incredibly soft rug.
“Come here, Calan.” She curled her fingers. “Fuck my mouth. Make me take your
seed.”

His eyes widened but the heaving of his chest told her she’d
guessed right. Gambling on another, she said, “Come, claim me and make sure no
other can take what belongs to you.”

In a lithe move, he climbed off the bed. He straightened to
his full height and a wave of awe at the sight of Calan standing there in all
his naked glory swept over her.

Huge. Powerful. Primal.

The words pinged inside her head. Her womb clenched.

One step in front of the other, he advanced on her, chin
lowered and eyes burning her with their intensity. He stopped inches away, his
cock in her face. With a rough tug, he pulled her hair. She had no choice but
to meet his gaze.

“You want this? You want me to take my pleasure from you?”

She whimpered. “Please.”

He rubbed his thumb over the corner of her mouth. “Thank
you, my flower. I will give it back to you tenfold.” Using the hold he had on
her, he lined up his cock to her mouth. “Now open, my mate, and I’ll feed you.”

The gods had smiled upon him. He wouldn’t have been
surprised if his stepmother, the goddess of fertility and love, hadn’t created
Harley specifically for him. The softer emotions the thought brought, however,
faded with the first swipe of her tongue along the length of his dick.

She licked him root to tip, teasing the ridge around the
head with each pass. Her appreciative moans added to her quicker pace. It was
nice, made his rod hard and his balls draw up, but he wanted her to suck him
deep and work him until he exploded.

A yank on the silken mass of curls pulled her away. He
wrapped his hand around his shaft and fed it into Harley’s open mouth. The
controlled push stretched her lips. His cock slid over her tongue, deeper and
deeper into the wet, warm and welcoming haven she provided. The head met the
back of her throat. He waited a moment, ensuring she didn’t feel any
discomfort, and eased in more of his length. She breathed shallowly through her
nose and relaxed her muscles.

Gods, he was thankful for the ability to touch her mind.
He’d left himself open to her and had felt her discomfort earlier. The
knowledge that she hadn’t let it stop her from worshipping him made the rightness
of what they were doing grow. She would make him a perfect partner and lover.

She groaned around the hard flesh in her mouth. The thought
skittered away. Passion took over. He pulled back, enjoying the wet slide, and
pushed in without a moment wasted. In and out he thrust, shallowly to the point
where he tapped against the back of her mouth with every stroke.

The squeeze of her muscles took him to the brink, but he
wanted to savor her gift a little longer. She sucked as he thrust, curled her
tongue as he withdrew. Moans, whimpers and the bite of her nails in his ass
turned the experience into one of heaven on earth.

He released the firm hold he had on her hair and cupped her
face. Soft skin, rosy lips and the brush of her eyelashes against her pale skin—the
details imprinted on his mind.

So beautiful.

His siren, his mate, the keeper of his body.

“Harley, my Harley.” He slid his hands to her shoulders and
took what she offered.

He fucked her mouth with quick short thrusts. She met his
drives, sucking and licking. Tingles started at the base of his neck. She
tilted her head, teasing him with a circling sweep of her tongue as she moved
and drew him all the way in. Her throat closed around his dick, squeezing and
milking. The electric pulse raced down his spine to his balls. They tightened,
his release imminent. He fought it.

Sweat dripped off his forehead, his muscles tensed. He
trembled under the force it took to resist the orgasm his mate was determined
to rip from him. Why he resisted it, he didn’t know. But he did and the low hum
that crawled up her throat made the struggle worthwhile.

“Fuck, Harley.” He held her head between his hands and gave
her his pleasure. His release jerked his cock, rushing up the length and
spilling down her throat. He groaned, never wanting the pulse or her greedy
sucking to end.

She swallowed every last drop.

Breathing hard, he staggered and struggled not to topple
over. Her nails pressed into his backside gave him a focus point. He locked his
knees and concentrated on Harley and the slow motion of her tongue. Slow licks
around and over the sensitive length hardened him again. She eased back, a
surprised look on her face.

Oh yeah, she’d learn he was nothing like a human male. He
could fuck her over and over, all damn night and not tire of his mate.

He brushed his thumb over her swollen lips. “Thank you,
flower.”

A pleased smile spread over her face. She reminded him of a
goddess, his goddess. “Mmm, you’re welcome.”

He pulled her to her feet and captured her mouth. The taste
of his cum on her sweet lips tore a groan from his throat. He licked the
recesses of her mouth, the combination of the flavors heady and addicting.

Stories repeated in his head of the fairies from the time
when the race had been beloved to all. They were known to be the greatest
lovers but also the most dangerous to tangle with. They could ensnare and lure
any suspecting male with their flavor, their kisses, their passion. He’d
dismissed the tales then. After the experience Harley had just given him, he
finally believed the legends of the Great War’s origins and what had lured the
greatest Seelie male to betray his people and the world. It was the same need
that rode Calan—the desire to keep his fairy lover.

Rhys’ warnings echoed in his head. Images of the cruelty the
fairies had committed followed. A flash of memory from when he had slid through
Harley’s soul blended over everything. Tainted. He knew it. She was damaged. So
was he. Yet they both held onto their goodness with everything they were. He
accepted the danger of joining his body with this woman. Foolish, possibly, but
he wouldn’t allow his salvation to escape.

Still locked in the wild melding of their mouths, he swept
Harley into his arms and made his way to the bed. She linked her hands around
his neck, pulling herself closer and pushing her full breasts into his chest.
He savored the sensation of her soft flesh against his hard muscles for a long
moment. Breaking their lip lock, he caught her gaze, half-lidded, drowsy and
lustful.

“Did you enjoy your moment of power over me, flower?”

She frowned. The confused expression pulling her brows down
satisfied him.

He kissed the tip of her dainty nose. “You’ve gotten a taste
of the lover you’ve accepted. Now…” He tossed her onto the bed. Wide-eyed, she
scrambled back. He crawled between her spread thighs and pressed a hand to the
ridges of her stomach. Poised at her warm and wet center, his dick jerked in
eager anticipation. “Now, it’s time to accept your Huntsman’s claim.”

With that, he thrust into his personal heaven. She welcomed
him inside in an intimate kiss only his mate could give him. Her pleasure
washed over him along with her shocked cry. She gripped his arms and lifted her
hips to accept him. He pulled back and drove more of his shaft into her.

“Tight, baby,” he panted. “So tight.”

She whimpered in response and writhed over the head of his
cock captured between her lower lips. “Calan. More.”

He added a rolling press to his next push. Another driving
screw and he worked his length completely inside her strangling sheath. The
rippling muscles massaging his rod conformed and molded to him. He panted
through the sensation and eased the rigid length out. The drag of her gripping
inner muscles over his veined shaft built the urge to move faster, to pound into
her and ease the pressure building in his cock. Legs spread wide, her
invitation to do exactly that tempted him.

Soon, soon.
With the way her sheath quivered, he
wouldn’t last long. Their first time would complete his half of the bond. He
wouldn’t rush it.

He propped himself on his elbows and leaned over her. The
move pushed the head of his dick to the mouth of her womb. He held still and
kissed her, allowing her a moment to adjust to his complete invasion and to
feel the connection they shared.

She laid a trembling hand to his cheek and lifted one leg
over his, skimming her foot along the back of his thigh. They kissed slowly,
enjoying the moment, but lust flared. Their teeth banged. The gentle twining of
their tongues quickened.

He nipped her lips to add her sweet and tangy blood to their
wicked kiss. She did the same. The smoky evidence of the fires of hell that
marked him for what he was mixed with the volatile and spicy sign of her
tainted heritage. The result sent a whipping burn through him, igniting every
damn inch of his body and pushing him to the edge of paradise.

He shifted his hips and thrust into her. The slam shook her
body. He swallowed her shuddered gasp and drove harder, faster. Her whimpers
filled his mind. She wrapped her legs around him, heels pressed into his ass.

He fucked her with everything he had, taking her higher,
pushing her to experience heaven in his arms. He would give it to her, every
time she allowed him inside her body. Her pleasure, his—it was one and the
same.

An orgasm whipped through her without warning. One moment,
the tiny ripples stroked him. The next, a tight clamp demanded he join her in
an erotic completion.
Not yet, not yet.
He buried his face against her
neck and rode out her release.

His name echoed around them on a guttural cry. He closed his
eyes, shocked by how much the confirmation of her fulfillment affected him.
Before the last of the clenching waves eased, he moved. Quivering muscles
danced along his length as he withdrew.

“You’re killing me, angel.” Countless centuries of
meaningless sex had taught him control. Harley threatened to destroy it. He
breathed deeply and took hold of his lust.

He sat back on bent legs, draping hers over his thighs. She
linked her ankles behind him without prompting. The position lessened the depth
he could reach, but not the pleasure. Joined as they were, he could stroke the
upper, more sensitive section of her sheath. Hands on her hips, he moved her
body to counter the rolling drives of his cock. Her eyes widened, the look of
wonder on her face a damn fine sight. He flashed her the same knowing smile
she’d used on him.

He too knew how to satisfy a lover. His confinement hadn’t
erased any of his memories. He was determined to use everything he’d learned
from the nameless females he’d screwed over the centuries to keep that awed
expression on his mate’s face for an eternity.

“Again. Do that again.”

Her command tore a chuckle from him but he gave her what she
demanded. He stroked over the inner spot he knew would send her over. A rippling
wave skipped over his length. Her back arched and her head fell back on a moan.
He changed the depth, denying her the orgasm. With his firm grip on her hips
holding her in place, he drove harder into her.

Faster, he worked her until breathy whimpers fell from her
mouth. Each time her sheath tightened, he dragged her back from careening into
ecstasy. She scratched at his skin, tugged on his arms, back, anything she
could reach. Tears leaked from her eyes, a glistening sheen coated her skin and
rapid breaths lifted her full breasts. He took the sight in and his
satisfaction grew. Gods, he loved seeing her wild and untamed.

With a hand around her throat to feel the racing pulse under
his palm, he pounded into her, shaking her body, but between one heartbeat and
the next, her core clenched over his driving length. His eyes rolled back in
his head. His balls drew up and his release rushed down his dick.

He jerked back, slipping his cock out of her tightening
glove before he exploded, and hung his head. Rough breaths filled his lungs
with the scent of sex, oranges and spice. Sweet, tangy…his.

“Damn you.” She shoved against his chest. “Why did you
stop?”

“Patience, female.” He cupped her face between his hands and
stared deeply into her eyes. She would know the depth of his commitment before
their loving ended. “I’m making love to you.”

Nose scrunched, she shot daggers at him. “No. Fuck me. Now.”

He flashed her a lopsided grin. “Isn’t this the same thing?”

She snapped her teeth together on a growl. The sound skipped
down his spine, jerking his dick. “You know it’s not.”

Eyes cracked, he peered at the female spread out beneath
him. At the moment, all he knew was that Harley fit him, better than any other female
ever had and he wanted to enjoy her. Everything about her captivated him, lured
him closer to indulge on her sweetness. Like an addict, he answered her call.
He lowered his body and slipped the head of his dick along her swollen cleft.

She whimpered and he bent his head to take the sound into
his mouth. His lips brushing hers, he dragged in another greedy lungful of her
sweet scent. “I know every time I join our bodies it will bring heaven to me.
After a lifetime of hell, would you deny me the paradise only you can offer
me?”

She shook her head.

“Good, then let me love you.”

He rolled his hips on a forward drive to prove it. She
gasped. He repeated the screwing stroke, groaning with the tightness of her
core.

“Calan.”

His softly spoken name dragged his attention back to her. He
caught her gaze and drowned in blue fire. No words would form.

“But I need you to finish it.” She raised her hand, palm
out.

He glanced from the incomplete symbol to her eyes.

“Please,” she breathed, “don’t want you to change your
mind.”

“Never, angel.” He grasped her hand and tugged her up. “I’m
yours.”

Arms banded around her, he thrust into her, using the
strength in his thighs to drive his shaft deep. She countered him and they
rocked together, loving each other.

She caught his face between her hands and kissed him.
Please,
now.

She pushed the words into his mind and the emotion behind
them broke his control. He shifted his grip and impaled her on a rough, full
stroke. The head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb. He poised there and
let the orgasm he’d denied her sweep over them. Her sheath clenched and
massaged him in milking waves. He didn’t fight it. He drove deep and spilled
his seed into his mate.

Another shock wave similar to what he’d experienced when
she’d unlocked him shook him, the room, each other. Power rushed into his
pores. He fed it to her with each jerk of his cock. Everywhere they touched
heat seared them, cocooned them and wrapped them together. She cried out once
more.

A loop of ecstasy formed. Her pleasure became his, just as
his ignited within her. Their heartbeats shared the same rapid cadence. Their
breaths matched, in and out on a choreographed script they would forever share
when they were together.