Hunter Forsaken (Wild Hunt #2) (13 page)

Chapter Seventeen

Ian trembled. He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking. He hadn’t expected her agreement so soon. Part of him wondered if she wanted to mate him because she thought it would meet the Triad’s challenge. It wasn’t the right reason to tie herself to him. He also knew it wouldn’t be enough to stop him from taking her up on her offer.

He needed her to satisfy that hungry part of him she’d awakened. As his mate, she’d give him anything he required. He’d never have to worry about going unfulfilled. That was what people in love did for one another. Because he knew one thing—he didn’t want to seek out another woman to meet his needs. It would hurt both him and Tegan. The encounter with Rowan earlier proved it. He hated himself for the surge of desire he’d felt for her, and Tegan would never forgive him if he acted solely on his lust. Hell, he’d never forgive himself.

No matter if he called it mating or marriage, it was the same thing in his mind. Infidelity had no place in any committed relationship. He’d seen how devastating it could be. Both his parents had cheated. Their choices had ruined their family. No way was he walking that path. Tegan was the only female he wanted to sink his dick into, the only one he wanted to wrap his body around. Once she lived in his soul, he wouldn’t fear craving another lover.

She ran a hand through her hair and squirmed over him, redirecting his thoughts back to her. Her moist lower lips skimmed over his dick on a wet slide. The promise of dipping into her hot center reignited his lusts. His cock lengthened, and her nostrils flared on a rough intake of breath. Yeah, his recovery shocked him too. He’d lost track of the number of times he’d climaxed over the course of the day. Instinct told him he’d continue to react like a damn rutting animal until he fed.

He had to drink of her release in a different way than the intimate kiss he’d delivered to her. The how hovered just out of reach, but he knew he’d figure it out, just as he knew he’d be able to mate her without understanding the mechanics of the bond. He supposed it was because he was a demigod. Instincts guiding him? He’d ask her about it, but talking was the last thing on his mind at the moment.

She dug her nails into his thighs. He glanced into her eyes. Anxiety clouded them.

“Look, Ian. If I was out of line and assuming too much, feel free to tell me. I just thought that you wanted to make me yours.”

He would’ve cut her off, but he remembered how she didn’t like being interrupted. He waited a few seconds more. “Are you done?”

“If you are.” She climbed off him and retrieved her thong from the floor, slipping it on and hiding her glistening lower lips from him.

He jerked on the manacles binding his arms. The solid oak snapped. He reached for one of the restraints and twisted the metal, breaking the lock. Three more pops and he tossed the mangled cuffs across the room. They banged into the wall.

On his knees, he looped an arm around her waist before she could escape. With a small tug, he drew her against him. He kissed her neck and slid his hands over her belly, inching them dangerously close to her panties but not touching the silk. Anticipation, he’d learned, acted as a great aphrodisiac.

He pressed his mouth to her ear. “Where are you going?”

“Back to my room.” The words held a bite to them that matched the stiffness in her body.

“No, I don’t think you will.” He captured her earlobe with his teeth and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. A soft sigh escaped her.

“You can’t stop me.”

He could. All it would take was his fingers in her core. He didn’t move them. “You promised to stay with me tonight. You’re mine to enjoy.”

She dug her nails into his wrist. “You did, and now I’m tired.”

“You’re immortal, baby.” He chuckled. “You don’t need to sleep.”

She squeezed his arm. The sharp points of her claws dented his skin. He didn’t worry about the pain. The limitations of his body wouldn’t allow him to regenerate as quickly as Arawn’s children, but he would heal. Tegan’s little scratch meant nothing. She’d know it too. No, there was another reason for the show.

“But I do hurt. And I do feel.” She turned her head away. “I want to be left alone.”

Ah, of course.
It surprised him that she’d be so quick to jump to conclusions about his desire to mate her. Then again, for a woman who’d been burned once by a man who’d promised to love her, it wasn’t a stretch. She needed more than words. She needed time to accept his devotion. He’d give it to her
after
he mated her.

“Me too, angel. I hurt.” He shifted his hips. His dick slipped between her thighs and slid along the damp barrier of her thong. He sucked in a rough breath. So did she, but he froze and let the anticipation build. “Do you feel how hard I am?”

Silence met his question.

He nipped the tender column of her throat. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes.”

He grinned at her breathy response. “Are you going to just leave me like this?”

She didn’t answer.

Damn, she was stubborn. She’d have to be to survive a millennium of suffering. Endurance was just another form of stubbornness. He was grateful for her perseverance, but at the moment, he’d rather have her compliance.

He dragged his erection back, then slowly thrust. The head of his cock pushed at her opening on a glide that threatened to break his control. The silk stopped him from plunging into her. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder and gathered his control. “Well?”

“Release me.”

Lust gave her command a rich cadence he couldn’t resist. He dropped his hands.

She faced him. “You crave me, don’t you?”

He shifted his gaze to her breasts. “Yes.”

“I should walk away. Save myself the embarrassment.” She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked. “But I don’t want to.”

Although he knew the reason, he asked, “What do you have to be embarrassed about?”

“I asked you to mate me.” She gave his dick another tug before he could respond. “But I shouldn’t have. I got caught up in the moment.”

“Tegan, I—”

She shoved him. It caught him off guard. He fell back. She straddled his thighs a heartbeat later.

“You affect me as no man ever has, Ian.” She skimmed her forefinger down his rigid length. The simple touch tightened his balls. “I suspect it has to do with your father.”

“You know who he is?”

She bent and licked the precome from the head of his cock. Her eyelids fluttered shut. “No, but I suspect he’s one of the Archangels.”

He hadn’t been expecting that. After the way he’d reacted to Rowan earlier, he couldn’t help wondering if he didn’t hold something darker inside him. “What makes you think that?”

Lips brushing his shaft, she murmured, “Minerva can visit the heavens. Sometimes she stays there for years. It only makes sense. No resident of Hell would fuck her while they were fertile. Besides, I think she purposely created you.”

“Why?”

She eased back and peered at him from behind the loose strands of her hair. “She’s never completely forgiven Arawn for cheating on her in order to sire us.”

“So we’re both bastards, huh?”

She shrugged and crawled closer to his groin. “At the moment, I don’t care why or how Minerva pulled off the impossible.”

“Neither do I.” He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her. The head of his cock pushed incessantly against her thong.

A small smile graced her mouth. She slipped her underwear off and tossed them aside. He lowered her over his waiting dick. His eyes rolled back with the tight slide of his length parting her muscles. He heard her pleasured moan, but it reached him from behind a fuzzy veil of lust.

His world narrowed down to the sensation of her body conforming to him. Like a living glove, she molded him. Never had he felt anything better than Tegan’s tight sex accepting him. He wanted to tell her. Wanted her to know what they were doing meant more than a simple fuck. Except, he couldn’t get the words out. She squeezed her inner muscles around his dick and drew him in completely.

“Fuck.” He held her in place. Small waves massaged his cock. If he moved, she’d careen into her release. It couldn’t happen yet. He’d drink it up.

Not until I’m tied to her. Want it special. Want her to know how important she is to me. How much I love her.

He panted through the primitive drives urging him to pound into her until the ache in his cock eased. Hands on her hips, he lifted her until only her lips held the tip of his dick. Her whimpers surrounded him. She moaned his name. Both sounded far away. Still, they encouraged him, told him she too wanted him and would accept him as her mate.

He focused on the physical aspect of what they were doing, not the anticipation of joining himself permanently to her. His penis glistened from her arousal. The air cooled his length, and a shiver ran through his body. He needed her warmth around him. Craved it.

He lifted his hips at the same time as he lowered her. He sank into her hot, quivering body. Fire raced down his shaft. His hands fell to the sides, and he bit his cheek. A one-time deal, she’d told him that. He didn’t want to forget a second of it. She didn’t give him the chance to gather his strength, though.

She took the control back and rose over him. He fisted the sheets and watched his length slip out of her body. On a rolling press that caressed every inch of his erection, she sheathed his cock, her lower lips stretching wide around his dick.

Head tipped back on a moan, she cupped her breasts and pressed them together. Entranced, he watched her roll and tug on her nipples. She rose and fell over him in a seductive dance he was helpless to resist.

He glanced from her breasts to the point where they were joined. He groaned at the sight of their bodies locked together. Heaven. That was what she offered him, his only chance at paradise.

“Tegan.” He caught her gaze and let her see what he couldn’t say. Lust slid into her eyes, leaving them unfocused and dilated. “Faster. Ride me.”

She licked her lips. “Yes. Need you.”

Not as much as he did. She quickened her pace before he could form the thought into words. Her breasts bounced and swayed. He enjoyed the sight and the welcoming drag of her inner muscles. The hungry part of him would no longer be denied, however. It wanted to feast on her.

Not yet, dammit.

He remained passive a moment more while she fucked him; then he gave himself over to the urges consuming him. Knees bent to give him the angle he required, he grabbed her hips and slammed her body over his cock. In and out, he moved. Each thrust filled her snug sex. He drove into her harder. Their bodies smacked. Her cries surrounded them. They sounded damn good. So too did the slap of their wet groins meeting on each stroke, but it wasn’t enough. The compulsion to pound into her took over.

He flipped them. The bed shook as her back hit the mattress and she squeaked, a feminine noise he was determined to hear again.

“Ian, I…” Her words drifted off on a moan.

He grinned, pleased with his effect on her, and shifted his legs so he sank deeper. Her eyes rolled back in her head and lashes fluttered.

Fucking perfect.

He rolled his hips and drove into her on a press that touched every inch of her core. Her inner muscles caressed his achy cock. He gave himself over to the sensations and worked her body. His breathing quickened along with his pace. The headboard banged against the wall to Rowan’s room. He hoped she was in there, that she heard Tegan’s cries and understood she was the one who had the right to be in his bed. He’d made a mistake with Rowan. He prayed it didn’t bite him in the ass.

Tegan scratched at his back. The bite of pain pushed him to the edge. He couldn’t hold his release any longer. Had to, a moment more.

“Look at me.”

She opened her eyes.

“I love you. Going to make you mine. Understand?”

A sigh fell from her lips. She nodded and her lids dropped, hiding her deep brown eyes.

“No. Watch me.”

He locked his gaze with hers and opened his soul, the only way he could explain the odd sensation. A breathless moment passed where he was completely exposed to her before he thrust once more. On a grunt, he exploded, spilling his seed into her body. With the first jerk of his cock, he gave his body to her. He didn’t know how else to explain it. He felt himself slide through her in an intimate caress he hadn’t known was possible. He touched every inch of her and left pieces of himself behind until he was one with her.

The last of his seed shot from his dick. He hung his head, stripped raw from the act. Not in a bad way. Just different and tired. Weakness gripped him.

He hadn’t gotten to feed because she hadn’t come.

With trembling fingers, she touched his cheek. “Ian. I feel you.”

“Yes, I’m yours.” He turned his head and kissed her fingertips. “Now I need you.”

His cock hardened again with the knowledge of what he was finally ready to do. The hungry beast inside him salivated over taking her pleasure into him.

A shaky breath escaped her lips. “You’re insatiable.”

“I’m hungry.” He told her the truth. “I want to feel your muscles squeeze my dick.”

She licked her lips and squirmed under him. “Then make me come.”

That was his plan. He shifted his hips and fucked her hard, igniting her nerve endings. Her muscles quivered. Close. She was close. He felt it. She wrapped her legs around him and matched his thrusts. His balls drew up, and tingles spread.

He captured her mouth and twined his tongue with hers, feeding her his moans and taking hers. So good. His angel, mate, lover. His everything.

He broke their kiss and buried his face against her neck. “Come for me. Complete me.”

He reached between their bodies and pressed his thumb to her clit. They’d careen into heaven together. He wouldn’t have it any other way. A flick of the hardened bud, and she came, screaming his name. Finally, he opened himself to her again and soaked in her pleasure.

Dizziness gripped him, but he squeezed his eyelids shut and gorged himself on the energy of her release as if he were a starving man.