Page 24 of The Hunt
The place reminds me of a yurt, without the curved walls.
“You’re not being very nice to me,” Aya says, voice petulant, back arched in offering.
“Should I be, little thief?” From the corner of my eye, I notice a paddle on the bed and bite back a smirk. My precious one enjoys a spanking. “You owe me.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The tail end of that is said through a whimper as my fingers drift low again, past her chest, abdomen, until I slip between her thighs. I growl as I’m met with bare, soft, and soaked skin.
Fuck, I love her.
“What were you waiting for, hmm?” I pull my hand back, then slap it against her exposed cunt. A small scream rips from her, and I do it again, making sure her clit takes the brunt of it.
Anaya’s legs shake, her wings spreading out—a full body shudder rocking her while a stuttered moan leaves her lips. The next hit lands harder, my magic unleashing a sharp electrical shock that leaves her unsteady.
My hold on her arms keeps her up, but the rest of her is pliant and flushed. Perfection.
“Leo, I need you.” That low, sultry moan with my name on her lips causes my cock to twitch and my hips to flex, looking for the friction I deny myself.
Deny her.
She wants to play this game, test my dominance, and I’ll give it to her, but on my terms. I’m in charge.
The anger still pulses despite our proximity and her docility. That rune she took calls to me, sensing its owner, and I pause mid-slap. Like a beacon, it flares, but the magic isn’t as strong…
My fingers grip her dress, and with one hard tug, I rip it. The first tear is from the hem to her right hip, diagonally, before another yank sends it somewhere behind me. The next piece comes from the bodice, its small buttons pinging all around us, while the top parts reveal nothing but naked, flushed skin and a belly chain. The latter has little blue and purple glass beads, but I’m drawn to the second strand. That one stops right over her mound.
Pushing aside the remnants of her dress, I watch them fall from her shoulders and land around her feet.
Gorgeous. Luscious. Thief.
The rune calls to me again, my skin throbbing with recognition, and I let go of her pinned wrist. “Do not move a fucking inch.”
“My king, I?—”
Her words are cut off by a quick, yet brutal kiss. It leaves her gasping, my bite to her top then bottom lip a little painful. Her second warning.
“Don’t move.” With the tip of two fingers, I follow the trail until I find the first of two prizes. Just above her clit, the chain stops, and hanging from the end is my rune.
I tap it once, and its connection to me reignites, thrumming with life, and Aya trembles. Tries to shift away.
I don’t allow it.
Instead, I shove two fingers inside her fast and hard—she comes. The first of the night, her hands falling from the wall to grip my arm, trying to shy away, but I only push them in deeper.
“Please, please…oh, Gods, please!” Her back arches, pushing her beautiful tits toward my face as a cry leaves her. I’m relentless, pounding her tight hole while using the palm of my hand to rub her clit.
The rune’s vibrations help keep her on the edge where pleasure meets pain, overstimulated, but my mate never tells me to stop. Instead, she tilts her hips and spreads a little wider, chasing another orgasm.
And when she tenses, I pull out.
Anaya whines, her thighs shaking—trying to close and rub together—but I step back, and her weakened legs can’t hold her up anymore. Her knees meet the floor at my feet, her eyes staring up at me with undisguised wanton hunger.
My breaths come out in hard pants. Those perfectly parted lips taunt me.
I fist her blonde hair and pull her against my pant-covered length. Rub her mouth across the thick outline a few times before forcing her face up to mine. Then I tie the ribbon around her neck; a cute little bow now hangs at the elegant curve. “You never leave our lands without telling me or the guards, my precious one. You will never put yourself in danger again. Nod if you understand.” She does, and I grin down at her. It’s salacious and unapologetic against her pout as I tap her nose before wrapping her hair around my fist once more. “Did you want to come again? Were you close?”
“Yes.” A meek whisper, but the way she licks her lips is wicked.
“Good. Now pull me out.” With shaky hands, Anaya lowers the zipper. My grip on her head never falters as my cock springs free and the tip smacks her nose and lips. Motherfuck, what a beautiful sight. More so as her end of the bond sizzles with excitement and yearning, not a single ounce of fear.
