Page 132 of Hunted

Fine.

If he wants to be amused, I can be inventive.

My mouth slides to his jaw. I suck lightly at the sharp line of it, then lower to his throat, where his skin is cool-warm and maddeningly smooth over old power. He makes a sound then, low and rough, and triumph fizzes through me as the sound goes straight to my head.

Drunk on that tiny victory, I nip him. Just a little bite, more impulse than strategy, my teeth catching his skin as I kiss my way down.

His reaction is instant.

His body surges beneath me, not enough to throw me, but enough to remind me what I’m straddling. One hand leaves the iron headboard and catches my hip, fingers digging in, his eyes flashing with something far less playful than before.

‘Be very careful, little hunter,’ he says, voice dark and feral around the edges.

The warning should sober me but power has already gone to my head, bright and reckless and intoxicating, and instead of retreating, I meet his gaze, breathless and flushed, and keep kissing him. Keep nipping at his skin as I work my way down.

‘One minute wasted,’ he rasps.

I swallow hard, and for one dangerous beat, I wonder what letting him take over would feel like.

My pussy clenches before I shove the thought away.

Not happening.

My skin prickles with the chill of the room, but beneath it I’m burning, pulse thrumming between my thighs in a steady, aching beat. His bare chest rises and falls in slow, deliberate breaths as I edge lower, towards the thick ridge of his cock, impossible to ignore.

My fingers twitch against his skin. He watches me with those ancient eyes, as if he can see through my hesitation, my hunger, the slick need already gathering between my thighs.

I shift my hips and the friction of his cock makes my breath hitch.

He’s so hard. So insanely big.

‘You’re stalling,’ he murmurs, voice rough like oiled gravel. ‘Why?’

‘I’m thinking,’ I snap, though my voice wavers.

I’m not used to this. Being the one in control sexually. The one who has to do something. My experience is limited to fumbling touches in the dark with my own fingers when the ache got too bad.

But this?

This is him.

His lips curve. ‘You are overthinking. You’ve got an exceptionally beautiful mouth, little hunter. Use it.’

Heat floods my face.

The thought of it, of actually wrapping my lips around him, taking him in, serving him like that, sends a hard pulse through me. My pussy throbs, joining the insane chorus to get on with it.

I lick my lips, gaze flicking down, and his cock twitches like it’s reaching for me.

Okay.

If he wants my mouth, he’ll get it.

I slide down his body, every inch of contact against my bare skin sending sparks through me. His thick crown is heavy, already glistening with pre-cum, and my mouth waters as I lean in, breath ghosting over the tip.

Gods, I can smell him.

Musk. Male. Power.