Page 61 of The Silver Spider
He ground inside her and heat flooded her pussy, his cock swelling inside her body. He moaned, low, an animal like rumble, and ground his hips against her for a bit longer as if he were milking every drop of pleasure. Her legs slid from around his waist, limp.
“Fuck,” she said.
Amnan laughed, voice muffled. “That’s just a teaser, sweetheart.”
* * *
“Why such a foul mood again, Persia?”
She slammed her drink down on the counter, slid off the stool and turned, swinging at his jaw. He was already halfway drunk and not expecting it. The blow landed solidly, but he didn’t move, blinking at her.Bastard.
“Ouch,” he said.
Persia leaped, screeching. Hrutha dropped his drink and wrapped arms around her, so when he tumbled to the door, so did she.
“Bar fight!” someone yelled.
“It’s the prince and princess. Bets?”
“Fifty on the chick. He wouldn’t want to muss his pretty hair.”
“Nah, Ruthy’s vicious. You remember that time—”
Hrutha chortled until she sank her hand into a lock of his hair and yanked. “You witch!” he yowled.
“You tease!” she screamed.
He pinned her to the floor, face in hers. “You shouldn’t drink. You’re a harridan when you’re drunk.”
She bucked beneath him, a little astounded by the strength of his hold. He usually walked like a breeze would blow him over. She’d assumed he was gay until the otheralmostnight.
“Get off me,” she growled. “I’ll bite your face off.”
His brow rose. “I’m glad you have no teeth. Why are you so angry? I only wanted to guard my virtue.”
She glared, sealing her lips shut. Damned if she would say another word in the middle of a damn tavern in a damn town, where everyone knew everyone else's business. He’d led her on, got her hot and horny…and walked away, stating that he didn't want her to have regrets in the morning, so they would wait. If he thought he was being a gentlemen, he wasn’t. He was being a cocktease.
“Get off me, Hrutha. You still have to sleep sometime.”
He opened his mouth, closed it. Eyed her consideringly. “Very true. And you are proving to be as homicidal as that mad twin of yours. If I let you up, don’t swipe at me.” He rolled off her and Persia stood, dusting herself off with frigid dignity. “All of this because I told you, you had to wait to have me.” He pressed his finger on his chest, expression wounded. “Aren’t I worth waiting for?”
She approached the counter and her lonely drink, lifted it to her mouth and took a sip. And turned. Casually. When Hrutha approached, she flung it in his face.
“I’m going after my sister. And if you follow me, I’ll cut your balls off.”
Something flashed behind his pale blue eyes that if she’d been more sober, would have given her pause. Would have had her considering the brief snippet of conversation over his hidden temperament. But she really didn’t give a fuck.
“Careful, darling,” he said, voice quiet.
She walked out. She was going to go get Serephone. And get away from the non-human man, who was driving her crazy.
