Hunter Forsaken (Wild Hunt #2) (12 page)

She whimpered, a sound she’d only ever made with Ian. No man, not even Bjorn, had reduced her to a mess of pure emotions and primitive needs. None had ever dared speak to her in such a way either.

He curled his fingers, tearing another shaky sigh from her lips, but didn’t come close to touching her G-spot. With her panties still on and her legs trapped by her jeans, he couldn’t stimulate her the way she wanted. The hint of what he would soon do, however, hovered between them.

“Tell me you understand.”

“For tonight, I’m yours. It’s all I can promise at the moment.”

He dropped his gaze to where his fingers impaled her. A shaky breath escaped his lips. He nodded. “So be it, angel. But know this…” He focused on her face. “You’re mine. Completely, Tegan. I own you.”

He stated the truth she couldn’t deny, but she answered him as if he’d asked permission. “Yes, take me however you want. I’m yours toni—”

He flicked her clit before she could tag on her qualifier. She moaned. He added a twist and curl of his fingers, and she careened into an orgasm that whipped through her from where he impaled her to her scalp and every inch in between. Strokes of his fingers kept the waves rolling over her. She trembled, and the world gave way, stripping her of light and sound. She hung there in nothingness for several heartbeats. His thumb rubbing her clit brought her back to her senses, but the sensation of falling still gripped her.

She closed her eyes against the lightheadedness. It didn’t help. She was lost in an endless wave of sensation, and he’d barely touched her. Anxiety rushed up. She’d written off his claim of ownership as being a way to seduce her. The release he pulled from her with only his fingers proved his words meant more. No lover had ever thrown her into utter ecstasy so easily.

He truly would command her pleasure. Or deny it. The latter frightened her. In a desperate attempt to ground herself, she dug her nails into his shoulders.

He growled and pulled his fingers free. She focused on his face. Hunger. The look stamped on his features gave him a wild edge. Lips parted, he swept his gaze down her body from her chest to her feet. With a rough jerk, he yanked off her shoes and jeans. Fingers curled around the crotch of her panties, he tugged the satin down.

“Beautiful.” The single word came out as more of a grunt, but she felt the adoration behind it. He shifted his hands to her bottom, tilted her hips forward and swept his tongue through her drenched folds. She cried out.

“Good. You taste so good.” As if to prove how much, he licked her, lapping at her spilled arousal and groaning his enjoyment.

She sifted her fingers through his short hair and pulled him closer. The move pushed his nose against her clit. His hot breath bathed the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her muscles contracted and released, trying to capture his tongue, but he kept toying with her, prodding her opening and retreating, not giving her anything to grip and convulse around.

Another orgasm built the longer he teased her. More arousal flowed. She squirmed and tried to coax him to thrust his tongue inside her. He gripped her ass and held her firmly in place while he slowed the pace of his licks, torturing her as much as he enflamed her. Not being able to move added to the moment.

Her sex tightened, and she readied for another mind-blowing release, but he dragged his tongue over her cleft in a leisurely exploration, stopping her from embracing it.

The first tears of frustration filled her eyes. “Please, Ian. I want to come.”

She felt his smile against her lower lips.

“You did.”

“Again,” she demanded.

He pressed a kiss to her opening and eased back. Head tilted to the side, he settled his heated gaze on her. She glanced from his glowing hazel eyes to his glistening chin. Her breathing quickened. He looked powerful, larger than life and slightly frightening. Only a handful of the gods had ever reproduced, and only Arawn had ever sired demigods, half-breeds with a tie to the mortal realm.

Ian was… Tegan didn’t know what exactly, not a demigod, per se, and not a minor god. He was an abnormality—a child of a god trapped in a human body with the force of the Wild Hunt at his disposal.

And she had given herself to him.

“You will come again”—he flashed her a lopsided smile—“when I’m ready to give you another.”

He bent his head and resumed his almost-reverent kiss.

“Ian.” She dropped her head against the wall. Her eyelids drifted shut. She focused on the movement of his tongue and the stroking of his thumb over her ass cheeks and let everything else go.

Hands on her bottom, he lifted her higher. Her toes left the floor. He gripped one ankle and coaxed her to drape her legs over his shoulders. She did and linked them at his back, spreading herself wide for him. He held her, a hand on her ass and the other against her spine, and ate at her sex.

Growls and groans crawled from his throat. The sounds reverberated through her womb, and the first hint of her orgasm danced up her core. He changed the depth of his thrusting tongue before it could take hold. A cry of frustration fell from her lips.

“Please, Ian,” she begged. She didn’t care. She’d do anything to careen off the edge again.

A grunt answered her. He broke off the intimate kiss and shifted his attention to her clit. A lick over the hard bud sent a shiver through her body. A nibble, and her muscles tightened.

“Yes, please, please,” she panted.

He caught the bundle between his teeth and tugged. Her body seized, and she fell. The intense waves rolled over her and took the world with it. She didn’t fight it. She embraced the weightlessness and savored the release he gave her.

Finally, it eased. Her legs slipped from his shoulders. Her head lolled to one side. She didn’t fall. He locked his arms around her and nudged at her chin. She blinked and brought his face into focus.

“Now it’s your turn.”

She frowned. Her sated mind couldn’t make sense of his words.

He chuckled. “Make me come, Tegan.”

“After the way you teased me, are you sure you want to give me control?”

He glanced at the bed. A smile graced his lips. She followed his gaze and zeroed in on the manacles attached to the bed frame. Her breath rushed out on a shaky sigh.

“I want you to finish what you started when you came to me.” He pinned her with his gaze. “You’re going to suck my cock, then ride me until I explode, got it?”

She nodded.

“Good.” He set her on her feet, climbed onto the bed and stretched out. “Then come have your way with me.”

She glanced at his erection standing tall, ready to pierce her, and her core clenched. “Okay, on one condition.”

One brow rose. “Yeah?”

She pulled off her top and ripped it. “You don’t get to watch. I want you to feel.”

And she wanted to make sure it was her name he moaned when he came. Was that jealousy? Insecurity? Whatever the reason, she had to make sure he loved her only. She didn’t have years to consider her options like she had with Bjorn.

The Triad had warned her not to miss her opportunity to solve her challenge. From the moment she’d left the Underworld, she hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that her clock was ticking. Lucas’s warning added to the sense of urgency. She feared if she wasn’t careful, she’d lose Ian to another woman. Maybe even her beloved sister.

Not happening. He was right. No other lover would be able to take his place. What they’d just shared proved it. He owned her. She refused to allow it to be one-sided. She knew how too—the same way he’d claimed her. She’d prove to him that only she could make him reach the stars.

She licked her lips and crawled onto the bed. The years spent in the Haven might not have been a waste of her time after all.

Chapter Sixteen

Tegan grabbed Ian’s ankle and stretched his leg toward the corner of the bed. He groaned. She cut him a quick glance to ensure she hadn’t hurt him. Lips parted, he panted. His chest rose and fell with his quickened breaths, but a peek at his rigid erection calmed her worry. Drops of precome glistened on the head of his cock.

She swallowed hard. The anticipation of having his rich taste on her tongue nearly undid her. First she had to finish binding him. Then she’d enjoy him. She snapped the cuff and crawled to his other leg. The restraints wouldn’t hold him if he wanted to get free. Made for humans, the shackles would snap with his tug. His tie to the Hunt made him stronger than any mere mortal. The illusion of control was what mattered. More importantly, though, was the knowledge that he was handing it to her.

She stroked her fingers over his calf. Her fingertips tingled. She liked the contrasts of his body—smooth skin, hard muscles and rough hair. Many immortals had little body hair. Bjorn had been the opposite—even his back had been hairy. Ian, on the other hand, had enough to tease her but not get in the way of her tongue.

She licked his leg. The tiny hairs tickled her lips.

“That’s not where I want your mouth, angel.”

“Anxious?”

“I told you, I hurt. My dick is so damn hard. Look at it.”

Unable to resist, she peered over her shoulder and grinned. “I must say, I’m surprised. You did come not too long ago. I watched you bring yourself to release.”

“It was damn hot having you watch me.” His voice dropped to a low growl. “But it only made me hungrier for you.”

She turned her back on him and affixed the last cuff. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. One time inside you and nothing else will do.”

She sat on bent legs between his thighs and faked a pout. “But I thought you wanted my lips wrapped around your cock?”

He tugged on the bindings. The wood groaned. He relaxed his arms before he cracked it. “I do. Suck it.”

With one hand pressed to her breasts to hold her bra in place, she undid the clasp with the other hand and let the straps slip down her arms. He watched her in silence, but he wasn’t unaffected by her teasing. The heat in his gaze told her exactly how he felt. She dropped her hand. The satin cups fell.

She leaned forward and braced herself on his thighs. Her heavy breasts hovered inches above his cock. She glanced from the sight of his erection—so close to her pebbled nipples—to his face. “I will suck you, but I thought you’d want to finally see me naked.”

“I do. You’re gorgeous.” He licked his upper lip. “Bring those beautiful breasts closer.”

That hadn’t been part of her plan, but she couldn’t resist his command. She crawled over him until the tip of her achy flesh brushed his open mouth. He flicked his tongue over the hard point. Overly sensitive, she jerked back on a gasp.

The bed frame groaned. “No teasing. Let me taste you.”

She cupped her breast and offered herself to him. “Like this?”

“Yes.” He dragged his flattened tongue over her nipple. “That’s perfect.”

He circled her areola, and her breathing quickened. She gazed into his face and seared the memory of his slackened expression into her mind. With his eyes closed, his incredibly long lashes formed an arc of black against his tanned skin. It gave him an innocent appearance. The stubble on his cheeks and the mussed ends of his hair skewed the image of angelic goodness. So too did his appreciative moans.

“Ian?” She stroked a finger to where his lips were wrapped around her breast. “Did you get a good look at me?”

He swirled his tongue around her nipple once more then released her. “No. I want to watch my cock sliding in and out of your body.”

She snagged the cloth she’d tossed on the bed and dangled it in front of him. “Pity you won’t be able to.”

His nostrils flared. “You’re tempting the beast, Tegan.”

“I thought that was me.” She swept her hand down her body. “You’ve seen what I can become. I’m not pretty in my hellish form.”

He held her gaze. “To me you are.”

His words echoed her secret longing. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

He gave a single nod, then motioned to the strip of fabric she held with a jerk of his chin. “If you’re going to blindfold me, do it. I want to spend all night loving you. We have an eternity to talk.”

She draped the black cotton over his eyes and around the back of his head, tying it so the knot sat on the side of his head. That done, she sat on her bent legs and let her gaze roam over him. His perfect physique lured her closer. She bent over his chest and licked from the base of his neck to his nipple. The flat disc begged for her attention. She dragged her tongue over it as he had done to her. It pebbled. She caught the tip and nibbled on it.

“Angel.”

The warning in his tone was clear. He’d told her what he wanted, and her teasing licks weren’t it. She bit a little harder. His breath rushed out. Pleased with his response, she moved to his other nipple and repeated the nip and tug. He shifted under her as if trying to escape her teasing bite. The metal cuffs clunked. His chest rose and fell on rough pants.

She abandoned the erect points and kissed her way to his stomach. With the tip of her tongue, she traced each indentation of his abs. His body was so different from hers. Where she had extra cushion, silky skin covered his hard muscles. Not an ounce of fat softened his body. It appealed to the feminine side of her that wanted a strong male at her side. She didn’t need him as a protector, but the strength held within his body promised ecstasy.

“Lower. Move lower.” He lifted his hips as if she needed a hint as to what he meant.

She dipped the tip of her tongue in his belly button, teasing him.

“Tegan.” He rattled the manacles.

The bite to his voice spoke of his frustration, but it was her name that brought a smile to her lips. “Say it again.”

“Lick my cock, Tegan. Do it now.”

The order slammed into her. She could no longer deny him. On a groan of pure pleasure, she licked the swollen head of his erection. His flavor drugged her. She swirled her tongue around the ridge, prodded the slit, then sucked.

“More, Tegan. Give me more.”

Her name. Hearing it eased the unfounded jealousy. She felt foolish for feeling it in the first place. She pushed aside the embarrassment and turned her attention to worshipping him. Licks around the ridge and down the length of his shaft tore raw sounds from his throat. She nibbled at the root of his erection. His penis jerked. He cursed, and she smiled.

The power she had over him pleased her. She sucked his balls into her mouth and gently rolled them under her tongue, one at a time.

“Ah fuck. That’s good.”

She gave his sac one last lick and wrapped her hand around his shaft. She stroked him, base to head. He lifted his hips, pushing his cock through the circle she’d formed with her fingers. She tightened her grip, and he offered up a rough sound. She repeated the tug, and he muttered a curse. His response to her touch encouraged her. She quickened her motions and pumped him, exactly as she’d watched him do not long ago.

“Mouth.”

She grinned at the single-word command. It told her how far gone he was and how she affected him. She squeezed a little harder, loving his response. The penis under her hand swelled. Balls drawn tight, he was close. She brushed her lips over the head of his cock. More of his rich essence hit her tongue. The need to feel his release slide down her throat took over. She sucked him deep.

His hips jerked, and the head of his penis met the back of her throat. “Aw shit.”

He shifted to escape her. She followed him and curled her tongue around his shaft, refusing to let him go.

After a moment, the bed frame groaned. Wood snapped. He shifted his legs and pushed his cock into her mouth, deeper and deeper, until she swallowed as much as she could. “I’m close.”

A glance at him told her he fought it too. The muscles in his arms bulged and tendons stood out on his neck. He was giving her a chance to decide if she wanted to accept his release or not. The knowledge made her heart flip over.

She closed her eyes and relaxed the muscles of her throat. He slipped farther in, and she groaned, letting the rumbly sound finish him.

“Tegan.” He grunted and came, pumping his seed into her. She swallowed as much as she could and eased back so his endless release filled her mouth. She drank it all and let his cock slip from her lips.

Dizziness gripped her. She swayed and grabbed on to his bent knees to steady herself. His taste, his response and the intimacy—it was perfect. She blinked past the lust and brought his image into focus. Still bound at his wrists, he lay stretched on the bed, head tipped back and the blindfold only partially covering his eyes.

Never before had she seen a more perfect sight than Ian sated and relaxed because of her. She tugged the cloth from his eyes. No longer did she worry about his feelings. They might not have been able to speak during their dream encounters, but their bond had grown with each one. The rightness she’d questioned earlier and the why behind the meetings no longer concerned her. All that mattered was that they had connected. The potential for an eternal bond hovered between them—exactly as Minerva had said.

Tegan pressed a hand to her chest. He’d left a piece of himself with her. She wanted the rest of him.

She crawled over him and lowered her hips so her cleft cradled his semierect cock. Hands splayed over his stomach, she took a deep breath. “Ian?”

He met her gaze. “Yeah?”

A sudden wave of nerves hit her. She shoved the fear of rejection aside. “Do you still want to…to…” She swallowed past the lump in her throat and broke his focused stare by closing her eyes. “If you still want to mate me, I won’t stop you, but you need to know it’s a one-shot deal. Once you join your body with mine, it can’t be undone.”

Silence met her. She refused to let it stir her anxiety. Not yet, at least. “I’d start it, but you already did. As the humans say, ball’s in your court.”