Hunter Betrayed, page 11
part #1 of Wild Hunt Series
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.
His life force bonded to hers in the same wondrous union the gods had enjoyed since the beginning of time. Her struggles, pain and pleasure would be his. He’d share it all, bearing the worst and giving her every joy he could. Someday his emotions would be hers too. She only needed to accept him and finish their mating.
He’d given them a body.
Her love would give them a soul.
They’d be one, forever. The ultimate union.
As the last of their joint release eased, he lowered them to the bed, finally separating their bodies, but not the tie he’d formed. He felt her in his heart. By the gods, he wanted her to feel him in hers.
Her devotion had to be given to finish the bond. He knew it, had sworn not to influence her. But after experiencing passion in her arms? He wasn’t sure it was a promise he could keep.
At the moment he’d do anything to hold her close.
The knowledge worried him. Hell, it scared him. A Huntsman could not betray his vow…for anyone. Damnation awaited if he did.
Chapter Eleven
Harley breathed a sigh and inched her bottom closer to the hard cock pressed into the seam of her backside. She wiggled against the silken-steel rod and enjoyed the moment for what it was—a first. Not once in all her many sexual encounters had she ever fallen asleep in a man’s arms.
Oh no!
Her eyelids popped open. Raul’s threat came back to her. Curses whipped through her head. She’d allowed sex with Calan to cloud her mind. Her phone sat charging in her SUV. She’d left it there knowing she wouldn’t get any signal in this living tomb.
Ian. She had to call Ian. Make sure he was okay.
She moved to get up, but Calan shifted his hips and slid his cock into her sheath. A gasp escaped her and a guttural groan of pure pleasure rumbled his chest. She was wet enough for him. Her anxiety, however, tensed her muscles.
“Ahh, flower, it’s just me.” He pressed a firm hand to her lower belly and rolled his hips, loosening her and sliding all the way in. He nibbled on her shoulder. “No other male will ever wake you this way. Only me.”
A firmer nip accompanied the growled words. She squeaked. A wash of arousal flooded his cock. The possessive edge to his voice appealed to a part of her she’d never realized she had. She’d thoroughly enjoyed being on the receiving end of Calan’s focused loving.
A low groan resonated along her back. It skipped through her, tightening her nipples and adding to the slow grind of the thick flesh invading her.
“I won’t allow it. Do you understand, my Harley?”
He cupped her breasts. The light strokes of his fingers filled her with a sense of his reverence. He made her feel desirable. The commanding way he touched her as if only he had the right to love her added to the emotion.
“I do, but—”
He linked his arms around her middle and rolled to his back, pulling her with him. She ended up sitting on top of him, his cock still inside her body. Her rebuff faded on a moan.
He toyed with her breasts. His erection thickened as he shallowly thrust. She dropped her head against his chest. With his fingers rolling and tugging her nipples and his length rubbing her sensitive inner muscles, she could’ve been bound to the bed, stretched and open for his pleasure.
She grasped his wrists. “Calan, we have to—”
“I have to make love to you.” He pressed his lips to her hair. His warm breath heated her scalp and a rush of tingles added to the sensation his slow, sensual strokes created. “I have to prove to you no other male can evoke these feelings within you.”
A hard lift of his hips drove his length deeper. Her inner muscles quivered. Her own release hovered within grasp. Unable to stop herself, she dug her heels into the mattress and raised her hips. They rocked together. His push countered her drive. The sounds of sex and the delicious tightening of her muscles over his rod sent her up faster than she’d ever experienced.
He kissed her neck. “I want to greet the sunrise just like this for eternity. With you, flower. Only with you.”
The reverence and longing in his voice swelled her heart. She held the knowledge close and moved quicker over him until the actual words clicked.
“Sunrise?” She pulled herself off his cock, ignoring the slight tug to her nipples and stared down at him, hands splayed over his chest. Here she’d thought they’d only dozed off. “Sunrise? We slept all night?”
His eyes widened and she felt the brush of his mind in hers. He tried to latch onto her anxiety. She shoved from the bed before he could ease her. She didn’t deserve his comfort.
He propped himself on a bent elbow. “Yes. I haven’t slept since before my imprisonment. You’ve given me a wonderful gift.” He narrowed his eyes. “Why are you upset?”
She shook her head and turned away to collect her clothes. She couldn’t blame the poor man. He hadn’t had sex or touched another person in a thousand years. He’d needed everything she’d given him, especially the security of her arms. She’d held him close while he’d slept spooned behind her, a leg draped over hers as if he were afraid she’d disappear. As soon as his breathing had slowed with sleep, his mind had opened to her.
What she saw in an array of memories and emotions had convinced her that the man who’d saved her was the most noble, if not slightly frightening, one she’d ever encountered. She’d seen images of battle upon battle, horrifying displays of rage, but the flashes that chilled her the most were the ones of his siblings dying over and over.
They all hung in similar prisons. Different bedrooms surrounded them while different tortures tore screams from their throats. One similarity remained—Calan suffered with them. Every time he touched their minds, he experienced the same pain they did. Still, Calan reached out to them, trying to comfort them the way he had for her.
Love. The emotion had wrapped around her. She’d let it work its way into her and had tugged Calan’s strong body more firmly around her. After a decade of staying up all night, she’d thought she’d have no problem keeping her eyes open. The warmth of his body and his comforting scent ripped her convictions apart.
She yanked her top over her head and bent to pick up her jeans. Warm palms on her ass jerked her upright. He linked his arms around her waist and pulled her firmly against him. His cock pushed hard and needy into her spine.
“Tired of me already?”
The pain in his voice cut at her. She shook her head. “No, of course not.” She turned in the loose circle of his arms and slid her hands over his chest. “I told you about Raul. He threatened my family if I didn’t go to him by sunrise.”
Red seeped into the white of the eyes focused on her. She sucked in a rough breath, not at the sight of the blood filling them. The images he unintentionally showed her last night had clued her in to exactly what her lover could become. The form she would’ve assumed belonged to a monster if she didn’t know the soul inside didn’t frighten her. It was the sight of two distinct rings of blue in his eyes that stopped her heart.
The hazy dark-blue circling his pupil that had developed yesterday now formed a solid band, eclipsing his familiar color.
“Your ey—”
“So you plan to go to him?” He cut her off. The inner ring in his orbs took on a faint glow. “Share with him the piece of you I hope to earn?”
The guttural growl to his voice drew her gaze to his mouth. Pointy molars replaced his flat teeth. The sight of them made her shudder. She shoved the fear away and stood on her tiptoes. The deadly fangs lengthened. His jaw cracked. The sharp ends on his fingernails dented the skin of her hips. She dug her fingers into his hair and pulled his head to hers. Maybe she was making a mistake. She didn’t care. She’d caused him to slip into a jealous rage. She had to help him out of it.
Had she been completely human, his irrational reaction might’ve upset her or sent her running for the door. She wasn’t and the knowledge that he wanted to keep her locked to his side pleased her.
She slipped her tongue inside his mouth and stroked it over the razor-sharp points. Blood instantly welled. She gasped at the pain. Calan, though, groaned, exactly as she’d hoped he would at the taste of her blood. It had excited him last night.
The deadly teeth flattened and he sucked on her injured flesh. The tug connected with her womb and reawakened her lust. She clung to him and let him kiss her deeply.
He glided his hand down her spine in a featherlight caress that equally burned and comforted her. At the string of her thong, he slipped his finger under the material and followed it around to her lower belly. He slid his hand inside and pushed two fingers into her core. The purposeful pumping had its desired effect. Cream flowed, her muscles clenched as her body sought to hold onto his prodding finger and her pulse quickened.
She closed her eyes, let the moment wrap around her and push away in the next heartbeat. She held up a trembling hand. “Never, Calan. I’m not giving him a piece of myself, not willingly at least. And that’s how it has to happen, isn’t it?”
Brows pinched, he watched her wearily. “Yes, you must give yourself willingly.”
She breathed a sigh at the confirmation. “Good, then you have nothing to worry about.”
A smile spread over his face. Her toes curled under the heated and hungry look.
“Come back to bed then. Let me finish loving you.”
She took a step back, mouth hanging open. She snapped it closed and glared at him until his brows scrunched. “I just told you Raul put an ultimatum on my compliance. The sun is up. He’s going to unleash his sluaghs on my family!”
“Calm down, Harley. Sluaghs cannot attack during the daylight hours. You know this.”
The order given in a placating tone made her see red. Of course, she knew that. It didn’t stop her irrational fear though. She snapped her teeth together, anger and guilt turning her gut into a rolling mess. With quick, jerking motions, she finished getting dressed and strode for the doorway.
Calan caught her hips before she could pass through the opening. He grasped her wrists in one hand, stretched them over her head and pressed her to the smooth black wall. She squirmed in his hold, bucking against the incredible male body holding her still. He widened his stance, his legs locking her hips against him.
“I said,” He nipped her jaw, “calm down.”
He stripped her of the anxiety before she could shove his metaphysical presence out. “I will not calm down. My brother—”
“Is safe.” He dragged his lips across her cheek to her ear. “Riesa, my female hound, has watched over him all night. He’s currently sleeping in his SUV, which is parked in front of a home with a pink car in its driveway.”
Cynthia’s house. Ian had mentioned her pink Volkswagen. Harley’s body sagged with instantaneous relief. “But Raul—”
“Is nowhere close. The male dogs have been prowling the area surrounding here looking for any sign of the redcap or his creatures.” Calan pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her skin. He traced a small circle with the tip of his tongue. “They haven’t found him. They are bound to me, my flower. Whether I’m sleeping or making love to you, I know what they know.”
He adjusted his grasp on her wrists to hold both in one hand. The other he dropped to the button on her jeans. She sensed his intent, wanted to resist, knew it was the proper thing to do. Raul was still out there. He’d swoop in with his sluaghs as soon as night fell. She needed to get Ian and Cynthia to safety before that happened. The thoughts danced through her head, but when Calan’s roughened fingertips brushed her skin all she could manage was a small whimper.
The tight material of her jeans released with a pull on her zipper. He slid his fingers over her satin panties and inched the tips lower to cup her mound. The gentle massage flooded her core and sensitized her achy clit. Moisture spilled out to coat her lower lips, drenching her thong.
His chest expanded with quicker breaths and his hard muscles pressed firmly to her back, making her intimately aware of their state of dress—her mostly clothed, him naked and aroused.
“You are mine, Harley. That means your brother is under my protection too. I feel what the loss of him would do to you.”
He pushed roughly at her jeans until gravity took over and they pooled around her ankles. She opened her mouth to say…what she didn’t know. Her words got lost with the sensations of his finger flicking over her clit. Calan shoved the material of her thong away and dipped two fingers into her opening. He kept up the circular rubbing of his thumb to the sensitive bundle of nerves. Combined, the stimulation left her quivering in his arms.
“I promise you.” He stilled his prodding fingers. “You won’t lose him. Ever.”
His cock replaced his fingers before she could question his vow. The head breached her lower lips. With her legs trapped by his powerful thighs, she couldn’t widen her stance to accept him and the invasion felt impossibly large.
“I need to love you, Harley.” He nudged at her chin until she tipped her head up for his kiss. The slow swipe of his tongue along her lips stoked her needs. He eased back before she could give into them. “Right here, right now.” Another lick and her inner muscles quivered around the little piece of heaven they grasped. “Do you deny me?”
“No, I love…”
He swallowed her words on a kiss and slammed into her. The orgasm caught her by surprise. Rippling waves swept up her sheath to her womb. She writhed over the thick length impaled within her. He held still and let her squirm. Finally, the incredible feeling eased. A breathy sigh escaped. He took the sound and fed her a low growl.
A shift of his hips and he drove into her. Her body shook under the rough thrust. More growls, more grunts accompanied the powerful strokes. He kept their lips locked so each of his pleasured sounds spilled into her. She kissed him with teeth and tongue. She could barely move, couldn’t return his passion, couldn’t even finish her declaration. He forced her to feel—his strength, his stamina, his devotion.
Another orgasm washed through her, this one not as powerful. Her inner muscles clenched and released over his driving cock. She couldn’t hold him in, couldn’t ease his seed free, couldn’t wallow in the ecstasy he created.
He pounded into her, kissing her madly the whole time. Tears slipped free and trailed down her cheek. The brush of his mind to hers touched her with hesitant butterfly wings.
Harley, my Harley, why the tears?
She groaned with the caressing of his cock along her sensitive core. Happy. I’m happy. A growl met her words and the grinding press of his driving cock allowed her orgasm to build. He shifted his hips before it could whip through her. Oh, Calan, I love…
One more hard thrust stopped her confession. The release picked her up and slammed her into a sea of sensation. She floated in the unending waves. Colors dimmed. Sounds faded. Blackness encroached but a pair of blue-ringed eyes centered her. She latched onto their image and let paradise have its way with her body and soul.
After what felt like forever, the jerking of Calan’s cock eased and the clenching of her inner muscles slowed to gentle ripples. Not even like this, angel. Save those words. Make sure.
She tipped her head to stare into his face. “Nothing will change the emotion behind them. It’s built from the moment I first looked into your eyes and tonight…” She laid a hand against his stubble-covered cheek. “Tonight has made me realize the truth I’ve known for a decade.”
He separated their bodies, turned her in his arms and lifted her until they were eye to eye. “Okay.” He grinned. “Okay, my beautiful little flower.”
