Hunted (11 page)

He leaned over her, crushing her a little beneath his weight and she writhed some more. He heard her catch her breath and moan a little, then tremble when he kissed her ear. He unfastened one wrist from the shackle and gripped it tightly, then knotted the rope around it so her hand was tied securely to the front of her waist. He repeated the move with her other wrist, then rolled off her. Her ankles were still bound so her legs were spread wide. He urged her to sit up, then passed the ends of the rope around her so he could make a knot behind her back.

“Struggle,” he murmured, watching her muscles flex and those leopard spots ripple. Maybe he’d paint her with tiger stripes the next time they played this game. He smiled in anticipation of her surprise when she realized why he’d given her the spots. Really, he had to let her go while it was still daylight.

Shara fought the bonds, trying to free her hands without success, and growling into her gag in frustration. He let the rope hang loose over her butt, content to watch her and he knew the moment she was going to try to get away.

She drew herself suddenly into a ball and unfastened one ankle from the shackle with surprising speed. Even though her hands were bound, her fingers were loose and she had enough flexibility to reach.

That flexibility hinted at great possibilities.

Damon slid on a condom as she reached for the other ankle shackle, knowing her attention was diverted. She spared a glance at him only as she scrambled through the opening of the tent, but he already had the ends of the rope wrapped around his own hand. She slipped out the opening, took two steps in her big for freedom, then he pulled so hard on the rope she fell to her knees in the thick growth.

Damon moved quickly. He pulled her up, flung her over a low branch, then kicked her ankles apart. She realized his intention once he was behind her and had her trapped against the tree, but it was too late.

She was wet and slick, hot and welcoming. He slid into her hard and fast, burying himself deep before she could wriggle away.

She roared into the gag, but he knew it was all a show. She rocked her hips, drawing him deeper inside her, and Damon drove into her repeatedly. He was amazed to feel her tighten around him, to feel the heat growing beneath her skin.

Shara did like it hard and fast.

She might just be the perfect woman for him.

“I should take you in the mud,” he whispered and she fought him even harder. He gripped her hips and pounded into her, uncertain how long he could last. “I could keep you in a cage, you wild creature.” Shara growled her approval of the idea. “I should keep you leashed and collared, all the time, and train you to eat out of my hand.”

She braced her feet against the ground and tipped her hips up, drawing him even deeper inside her. It was an invitation Damon couldn’t refuse.

But just to make sure he had to let her go, according to his own rules, he locked his arm around her waist and lifted her away from the branch. There was just enough room to slide his hand down the front of her, to ease his fingers through her pubic hair, and finger her throbbing clitoris. “You’ll be so naughty if you come,” he told her and felt her shudder as she struggled to keep from doing just that.

Damon pinched her clitoris hard, driving her over the edge. She thrashed and shook, and he slammed her into the branch one more time, burying himself deep inside her as he came.

He was left dizzy with the power of his orgasm, but he pretended to be more shaken than he was. He stepped away from Shara and leaned against the tree, his eyes closed as he apparently recovered.

He smiled without opening his eyes when he heard Shara run.

* * *

What the fuck had Damon done to Shara?

Jared stared at the pair of them from the shadows of the jungle. She had marks all over her body, like a leopard. She was naked, gagged with a lot of thick cloth and bound with heavy jute rope. Damon drilled her from behind when she tried to get away and Jared was stepping forward to intervene when the other man obviously climaxed.

It had been rough and quick, and Jared was outraged. Shara couldn’t possibly have enjoyed that sex. It was selfish to take a woman like that, to give no consideration to her pleasure and take only his own. Damon had no right!

He’d taken another step closer when Shara broke and ran. Damon was clearly overwhelmed by his release, and Shara was making her escape. Jared was determined to help her. He bolted after her, abandoning Damon and his little camp of captivity.

She must have heard him because she glanced back, her eyes sparkling in a way that made no sense to Jared. He was taller than her and caught up to her easily. “Shara!” he said, but she evaded him with another spurt of speed.

Damon had probably frightened her. Jared lunged after her and snatched her, tossing her over his shoulder. She kicked and fought so hard he had to hold her ankles together in case she hurt herself.

He had to find a safe place for them, a place to hide. He glanced back toward Damon’s camp, glad he couldn’t hear any signs of pursuit. He couldn’t forget the rope trap in the jungle—even though he wasn’t sure who had set it, clearly the jungle was dangerous. He carried Shara to the rocky shore on the far side of the island, hoping neither of the other men ventured there.

* * *

Jared was a gentleman.

He set Shara down on a big rock that had been warmed in the sun, and gently removed her gag. He lifted his canteen to her lips and gave her a drink, his gaze roving over her body. Shara knew he was looking at the marks Damon had painted on her, and she saw he was horrified.

He’d be more horrified if he knew how much she liked it.

“I saw what he did to you,” he said, shaking his head. He was unknotting the rope around her waist. “Are you all right?”

Shara bit back a smile, knowing the truth would only trouble him. “Fine, thanks.”

“Look at your skin,” Jared said with a shake of his head. He ran a hand over her shoulder, then touched a slight chafe on her wrist from the rope. “It’s barbaric.” He bent and kissed the mark on her wrist. “What’s with the spots?”

Shara shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m supposed to be like an animal.”

Jared shuddered. “It’s not right. It’s twisted. People should agree to the game.”

“What if we agreed to this one?” Shara asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I like being hunted. I mean this is my fantasy. I mean that’s why we’re here.”

“And this?”

Shara smiled. “Maybe I like it too.”

Jared’s eyes narrowed as he fingered the collar, and he reached for the knife in his belt. “No, it’s fucked. We’ll cut this off. It probably has a tracking device in it or something.”

Shara stopped him with a touch. She liked the collar, and if it had a tracking device, all the better. “No, leave it.” She met his gaze and let her tone harden. “I said I like it.”

He seemed to be mystified by her reaction, then he was amused. “Maybe you two deserve each other.”

“Maybe there’s only one way to find out.”

Jared’s expression turned questioning.

“Compare and contrast,” Shara said with a smile. “I like to sample all the options.”

He laughed. “You and me both.” He glanced over her again, and smiled as if reassured. “You are gorgeous, you know.”

Shara smiled. “Are you tempted to capture me, then?”

Jared’s eyes darkened. “Maybe,” he murmured. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned closer, brushing his lips gently across her own. His touch made Shara’s blood simmer in a very nice way, if not as vehemently as Damon’s did. He looked into her eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Just a little bit wild,” Shara murmured, her voice deep. He bent to kiss her and she gave his bottom lip a little bite. She purred, feeling playful, and Jared grinned.

“Are you a bad kitty, then?” he asked.

Shara scratched his shoulder with one fingernail, drawing a path down his arm. His eyes glimmered in a most promising way. He growled low in his throat as she wrapped herself around him, then she kissed him slowly.

She hadn’t even decided yet whether she’d be bad, in Damon’s terms, and let herself come, or whether she’d play his game and hold back. It was hard to say whether it was better to be punished or rewarded by him—the main thing was she wanted the game to continue.

Damon was watching. Shara was sure of it. The hair was prickling on the back of her neck with awareness of someone watching them, and she decided she’d give him a show. She wrapped her legs around Jared, completely uninhibited, and seduced him on the rock, in full view of whoever cared to look.

* * *

Damon wondered if Shara was performing for him.

He hoped she was.

The possibility made him hard all over again. He wondered whether she would come or not, and what he’d do to her either way. A part of him wanted to possess her exclusively, but he recognized that this weekend was her fantasy. There was something hot about watching her overwhelm Jared with her touch, something incredibly sexy about seeing her be so wild in the sun. She had those spots painted on her skin, the ones he’d painted there, and really he couldn’t have planned the site for her seduction better. He liked the look of the collar around her neck, and liked even better that she had insisted upon keeping it on.

He saw a flicker of movement far to his right and was even more still after that. He wasn’t the only one watching the couple on the sunny rock, and he wondered what exactly Neil had planned.

Damon stood in the shadows, his gaze flicking between Shara and the spot where he’d glimpsed movement. Shara was amazing, so wild in her passionate assault he wanted to just watch her. It was as if the spots and her nudity had awakened something feral within her, something that made a pulse throb in his cock. She stripped Jared naked, moving with quick impatience, then took his cock in her mouth.

Jared leaned back and closed his eyes as he moaned. Shara worked him, slowly and then more quickly, prolonging his torment in a way that made Damon want her to do the same to him.

Maybe he’d get his new kitty a cage.

Maybe he would take her out in public, with the nipple clamps and leash hidden beneath her clothes. He’d clamp her clit, too, then, and fasten the chain between the three clamps. It would slide across her skin beneath her clothes, maybe even tinkle a little, ensuring that both of them remembered she was his willing captive.

He resisted the urge to jerk off as he watched. Jared bared his teeth and groaned, his hands grabbing Shara. His fingers were speared into her hair, his entire body taut. Shara lifted her head abruptly and kissed the tip of his cock, smiling after she blew over it. Jared was practically writhing, but she held him back with a fingertip and mounted him. The other man was sprawled on his back, Shara sitting atop him. Damon loved the look of her in the sunshine, especially with those spots, and the wind tousling her hair. Jared whispered her name weakly as she began to move seductively. That man seemed to be overwhelmed by her desire, and Damon doubted he’d last long.

He wouldn’t last long with her tormenting him like that.

He wouldn’t put up with it either. He’d let her play for a while, then he’d roll her over and take his due. He’d tie her down and drive her crazy, make her beg him for satisfaction, then he’d see them both pleased.

Maybe the cage afterward, or maybe he’d just bind her up in the bed, leaving her to sleep trussed beside him. Either way would be perfect.

He watched as Jared approached his climax, wondering what Shara would do. Her lips were parted, her back arched. She rode the other man harder, pushing him to the summit, and Jared seized her waist. He buried himself inside her and came with a shout of pleasure.

Shara smiled. When Jared sagged and tried to catch his breath, she eased away from him. She sat on the rock in the sunshine, ran her hands over her collar, then spread her legs wide. She might have known where Damon was hidden, because she seemed to be displaying herself to him. She ran her tongue over her lips and tipped her head back, then touched herself deliberately.

Damon nearly stepped out of the jungle to go to her. He stared at the slick heat of her labia and wanted to taste her, wanted to bury himself inside her. He wanted to touch her and make her come. Did she whisper his name? Was she summoning him to satisfy her? He couldn’t be sure, although her lips worked. He saw her pinch her own clitoris, saw the orgasm rock through her body all too soon, and saw her skin flush. She shivered from head to toe, then opened her eyes and looked into the shadows of the jungle. She smiled, then shook herself, sparing the barest glance back at Jared.

She was taunting him.

She was showing him that she was only partly trained by his own terms. She’d kept from climaxing with Jared, but had deliberately pleased herself.

That could only mean she wanted both discipline and a reward.

Thanks to the display she’d made of her seduction of Jared, Damon was ready to provide both.

* * *

“Hey, I’m sorry,” Jared said, shaking his head as his breathing returned to normal.

“For what?” Shara asked. She felt powerful and sexy, more in touch with her own desires than she ever had. It was the spots Damon had given her. Looking like an animal made it possible for her to just be in the moment, to surrender to temptation and to not overthink her impulses.