The Elfbitten Trilogy (13 page)

     I tried to pull him closer to me, lead him in the dance and find the rhythm of the crowd around me, but he was so obviously overwhelmed by the amount of skin of so many strangers he couldn’t focus. I wanted to stay on the dance floor because it was the first place I could think of to look for the Hunter, but if Daniel didn’t get into the swing of things, we’d be shoved out of the crowd sooner or later. I blew my bangs out of my eyes and grabbed one of his hands and lifted it over my head as I spun around, giving Daniel my back. I swayed backwards until I pressed against the front of him.

     I placed his hand on my hip and groped for his other hand, catching it easily and placing it on my other hip. I gyrated against him, making his body follow the flow of mine. His muscles were tense around me and he moved almost robotically. His tension was stealing the mood of the dance floor and when I glanced around, I saw many of the revelers were starting to edge away from us, their magical glow dimming the closer they were to him. Daniel’s fingers were viselike on my hips, biting into me. I tried not to lose my patience with him. I knew from personal experience that this place was overwhelming your first time.

     I closed my eyes and thought back to our time in my apartment today. I saw Daniel’s face flush with heat, sweat trickling on his brow. I felt the flex of his muscles between my thighs. I imagined the feel of his swollen cock slamming inside of me. The bite on my shoulder flared to life, making me squirm against him. I felt my magic come to my call as I caught my breath. Lifting my hands into the air, I reached behind me until I found the back of Daniel’s neck and grazed his skin with my nails, arching my body against him as I swayed in time with the music pounding through the club. I pressed my shoulders into his chest, tilting my head back and giving him an unobstructed view down my dress. I felt his fingers twitch. His hands slid around to the flat of my stomach and up, stopping just shy of the swell of my breasts.

     I dropped my hands, placing them over his, and directed them up until he cupped my breasts, the heat of his fingers searing through the thin fabric of my dress. His hands began to caress me slowly and the rest of his body began to relax one muscle at a time until he was finally moving in time with me. Once he closed his eyes and let his hands wander my body and forgot about everyone else around us, he was actually a very good dancer. His round hips and fighter’s feet were right at home on the dance floor. The crowd around us began to press around us again, welcoming us back into their folds. I felt the magic in the air swirl around us, calling to my own, lighting the grey in my eyes.

     Daniel’s right hand slid down my body until his fingers found the hem of my dress. He gathered the fabric in his hand and pulled it up until he could touch the skin of my hip. His fingernails scraped along the soft skin, making me tremble. I thought about the feel of his nails biting into my skin as he fucked me on the counter top in my kitchen and my body responded happily, urgency and need pulsing through me. I turned around in Daniel’s arms and pulled his face down to mine and kissed him hungrily. I could still feel the bite mark making things low in my body tighten and I knew I wanted to feel more than just Daniel’s body pressed against mine, more than his tongue inside my mouth, more than just his teeth grazing my lips. But I didn’t think he’d give it to me here in the middle of the crowd, even though no one else was holding back around us.

     I broke away from the kiss and stared into his eyes, letting him see what I wanted in my gaze, telling him silently that if he’d let me, I’d rip his clothes off right here and cut my desire into his skin with my nails. His chest rose and fell visibly as he tried to control his breathing, but the bite mark amplified my magic and it was swirling in and out of him as much as it was tearing through me. Finally he pulled his gaze away from me, gripped my hand, and started to fight his way through the crowd, angling for the edge of the dance floor. I just hoped he wasn’t going to be prude enough to look for some privacy; I didn’t think I had enough control to wait for that.

     We nearly fell as we stumbled out of the grasp of the dance floor. Daniel was looking around the club and I knew he really was hoping for some privacy. I shook my head and gripped his hand tighter before pulling him with me. I was leading us towards the bar, knowing finding an empty booth along the walls wasn’t going to happen. The shadows of the bar area were just going to have to do; otherwise I was going back out to the dance floor and finding someone who would satisfy the demands of the bite before I blacked out with need again. Even as I realized that was what I was doing, I knew that’s what had happened the other night; I thought I was satisfied, but the bite wasn’t and I blacked out with need. Luckily I found Daniel, or rather, he had found me. I shook my head to clear my thoughts; I didn’t have time to examine that right now. Another body shaking sensation throbbed through me, starting at the bite mark and pulsing down my body.

     “Taryn,” a rough, masculine voice whispered inside my head, making my back bow backwards, pulling me up to my toes. The bite on my shoulder was set on fire, the puncture wounds opening afresh, letting blood ooze down my shoulder. If Daniel hadn’t been quick, I would’ve been on the floor in another moment.

     “What’s happening?” Daniel asked, cradling me in his arms, staring at me with worry etched in his face.

     “The Hunter,” I gasped. I knew it was him, even if I didn’t recognize his voice right off. His voice was like warm fur rubbing inside my body. I squirmed in Daniel’s arms, fighting the urge to push him away and run to the Hunter.

     “Is he doing something to you?” Daniel asked, his accent thick with worry and his arms tightening around me as if he could feel the desire to flee running through my body.

     “He’s calling me.”

     “What?” Daniel’s head shot up, looking for the Hunter. “I thought you said he didn’t try that with you?”

     “I guess he’s changed his mind.” I crossed my legs, all of my weight being supported by Daniel, and began to rub my legs together. The bite on my shoulder was like a thousand hands on me, caressing, rubbing, egging me on.

     “Taryn,” he whispered in my head again, his voice rougher, almost angry because I hadn’t come to him yet. “Taryn, now,” he growled, making my body spasm almost painfully. Just his voice and power so close to the bite on my shoulder and I was inches from an orgasm. But it was an orgasm I didn’t want. I had misjudged the Hunter. I thought it had been a simple dance we had shared and he had just given me a token of his attraction to me. I now knew just how naïve I had been.

     “I don’t think I can fight him,” I said through gritted teeth. I was clutching Daniel’s arms so hard that my nails were cutting into his skin, but I was afraid if I tried to loosen my grip, I’d just walk away from him and go to the Hunter. I had to admit to myself that part of me wanted to go to him, badly. I felt like two halves being wrenched apart.

     “Yes, you can,” Daniel said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

     “Help me,” I begged. He stared into my eyes; our faces were so close that I knew the magic had slipped out of my eyes, there was no light reflected back in his. His full pink lips were set in a tight line and anger changed the honey brown of his eyes to something darker, dangerous.

     In another moment, Daniel swung me around so I was on my feet again and held me against him with one arm wrapped around my waist, crushing me against his body. His other hand was in my hair, his fingers tangling with my blond locks until I felt his fist against the back of my head and he pulled roughly, tilting my face up, and he pressed a kiss to my mouth that was all lips and teeth. The pain was enough to clear the fog rolling in my mind and bring a noise from my mouth. I breathed in Daniel’s scent as he bit down on my lower lip until we both tasted blood. The magic hidden in my body swirled awake. I felt the Hunter try to reach out for it, call it to him, but Daniel felt my body tense and his hand pulled harder on my hair until I was clutching at him and my magic rebounded, slamming into him, bowing to his dominance.

     I whimpered into Daniel’s mouth, clawed at the fabric of his shirt, and tried to press my body closer than our clothing would allow. I felt him lift me off of my feet and walk backwards until his body hit a wall. I felt a doorknob and grabbed it and opened the door, making us stumble into the office. The door had a sign that said only employees were allowed in there, but when no one told us to get out, I kicked the door closed behind me. Daniel broke the kiss long enough to look around and make sure we were well and truly alone. We were in some office, probably the manager’s. It was sparsely furnished with a simple metal desk and chair, the desk covered in paperwork and a computer. There were two chairs in front of the desk for visitors and a small loveseat shoved up against the far wall. Daniel reached past me and turned the lock in the door before sweeping me up and walking over to the love seat.

      The Hunter was stalking through the club now, searching for me; I could feel him through the haze of magic and lust. The door wasn’t going to keep him out, but it might delay him. Daniel practically tossed me onto the loveseat before ripping his belt off and undoing the fastenings of his jeans. He didn’t waste time with his boots and just pulled his pants and boxers down far enough to release his cock, hard and ready for me. I was impressed, considering the stressful situation we found ourselves in. I pulled the edges of my dress up and over my hips, especially happy I had gone for the crotch-less panties.

     Daniel knelt on the loveseat between my legs. I grabbed at his shirt, pulling it off over his head, wanting as much contact with his skin as we had time for. I could feel the Hunter getting closer; his anger was claws raking inside my stomach. I cried out in pain and frustration.

     “Tare.” Daniel’s softer voice made me open my eyes.  His face was hovering above mine, the darker hue of his eyes bore into mine, but his expression was gentle. He held my gaze, helping me focus enough that I could take a calming breath, pulling his spicy scent into me. Slowly, he lowered himself on top of me until the full weight of his body pressed me into the cushions.

     I lifted my feet and rocked my hips back until I was able to wrap my legs around him. The feel of his skin on the insides of my thighs calmed the swirling emotions in my head, helping me focus. His arms were long enough that he was able to reach around my thigh and grip himself to guide the tip of his cock until it pressed against me, catching on the rough lace. I shivered at the feeling, closing my eyes, and shifted my hips, making him rub the head of his cock against my clit. I was able to shove the seeking magic of the Hunter out of my head then as Daniel got me wet and ready. I rocked my hips again and Daniel shifted his grip until I felt the head of his cock slip inside of me with a small thrust of his hips.

     I arched my back against the weight of his body and clutched his round, firm shoulders and moaned my pleasure to the wall behind me. Daniel propped himself up on his forearms and pushed himself inside of me until his hips were pressed against the backs of my thighs. He was thick and hard and I gripped him tightly, making him growl the way I liked. As he began to pump in and out of me, I was able to ride the pleasure pain of the bite mark on my shoulder, making it help me and Daniel, turning the magic against the Hunter. He was much closer to us now; in a minute he’d find us. I pushed that thought out of my mind and concentrated on the man between my legs.

     “Daniel, put me on top,” I said, making him hesitate mid thrust so that he was half in me and half out. I saw worry cross his face, as if I would run away if he wasn’t holding me down. I held his gaze and let him see that I didn’t want to go to the Hunter, so that he finally lowered himself onto me completely. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist so when he pushed up and spun around to sit, he carried me with him. I ended up straddling him, my knees pressing into the soft cushions of the loveseat. I ripped my dress off and tossed it behind me somewhere, leaving me completely naked except for the black lace crotch-less panties.

     I gripped Daniel’s shoulders and began to ride him. I wanted to go slow, to enjoy the feel of his muscled thighs under me, his cock inside of me and what it was to slide up and down that thick hard shaft, I wanted to feel Daniel’s mouth on my breasts, suckling my nipples, nipping at them with teeth while his hands gripped my hips and ass, helping me fuck him, but I knew the Hunter was coming. Something told me I needed Daniel to give me an orgasm before the Hunter found us. I needed the control it would give me before I faced him.

     I picked up my speed, slamming down on his cock so hard that the room was full of the sound of skin slapping skin. Daniel’s fingers gripped my hips hard enough to make my fair skin run red through his fingers. I held onto the pain, let it mix with the throbbing of my clit every time I ground against him. My breasts were bouncing freely, my nipples hard and desperate for attention. I couldn’t help but arch my back, pressing them closer to his face. I felt Daniel’s hot lips catch my right breast and his tongue lashed at the nipple, making me moan in desperation, grinding my hips into him, rubbing my clit frantically. Daniel shifted his hips obligingly so that I could grind into him and he held me down, knowing that the orgasm would come faster if I concentrated on myself rather than both of us.

     I didn’t fight him. I spread my legs as wide as I could, pressing my body against him and shifting my hips back and forth as fast as I could. My clit swelled and I was wet with pleasure, the rough lace of my panties adding a whole new level of sensation as I worked at myself. I felt my walls spasm around him and Daniel switched to my other breast. His tongue swirled around the nipple, flicking it with the tip of his tongue while his hand gripped my other breast, his thumb circling the nipple. I began to scream as the orgasm washed through me; my magic swirled to life and slammed into him. Daniel ripped away from my breast with his own scream as his hips rocked under me, lifting us from the couch as he suddenly came inside of me. I bounced on his cock, forcing every last delicious wave of our orgasms, just as the office door flew open, the doorknob ripped from the wood.