Page 55 of The Huntsman's Heart
“Perhaps you need me to take care of you again as I did back at the castle.”
“I do not need anything from you.” My cunt is slick though just thinking about it. Not that he can tell—can he?
Alaric stands, taking a step toward me. “Then rest.”
I take a step closer myself, lifting my chin to look up into that burning blue gaze. “No.”
“You are ridiculously stubborn. Has anyone ever told you that?”
We’re practically pressed up against each other, and it feels so good. Energy catches flame between us, and my body is alive with awareness of him. Alaric’s gaze drops to my lips, and I know he feels it too. “Perhaps someone told me once. I cannot remember.”
Reaching down, he slowly lifts the hem of my skirt, and I don’t stop him. He holds my gaze as he pushes a finger into my wet slit and lets out a shaky breath. My own is equally unsteady. If my heart still beat, it would be pounding in my chest.
“I think you do need it,” he says unevenly.
What is this tension between us? I can’t explain it. All I know is that ever since that night, every time I’m near him I want to be close to him, yet when I am, all I want is to throttle him.
Planting my hands against his chest I push hard. “You do not tell me what I need.”
“Then you tell me. What do you need, princess?”
I push him again roughly, just to prove a point. His back thuds against the trunk of the tree behind him. “I need you to stop talking.”
The push and pull of whatever this is between us sweeps over me again. Rather than step back, I take hold of his belt and yank it open. Why tell him what I need when I can simply take it?
Pulling his trousers down, I free his cock. It lengthens under my gaze, lifting, growing firm. The throbbing between my legs is a pounding pulse that feels like my missing heartbeat.
A moment ago I was imagining his mouth on my cunt again, but now my hunger gnaws at me until I feel empty. What would it be like to mount him and take it within myself? What would it feel like to have it under my control rather than being controlled by him?
But it must be on my terms.
With his belt, I fasten his arms back around the tree. There’s a thrill in immobilizing him like this in the middle of the woods, where I could leave him as prey for any wild creature—any monster. He doesn’t fight me, simply watches me in silence, allowing me to move and touch his body to my liking.
I take him in my hand and he sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Use it, princess. If you want it.”
I should teach him not to presume to give me orders. I’m too focused on how it will feel to possess him.
Throwing my arms around his neck, I climb up him. I have to use the knots on the tree’s rough bark as footholds until I can wind my legs around his waist. Then, with my skirt rucked up, I reach between us and position him at my entrance.
I’m unsteady with only one arm to hold me up. I slide lower and the tip pushes inside me. I have a moment’s hesitation, the ghost of fear and pain. The stretch makes me gasp, but it’s not bad as I remember. Mounting him this way I feel powerful, in control.
I let myself slide lower, smothering a groan when I sink all the way to the root, clinging on with my legs. His jaw is tight. His arms strain against the belt binding them in place. “Fuck me,” he whispers.
“Ask me nicely.”
He laughs, but the sound is choked as if the pressure inside him is stoked as high as it is in me. “Ha! Oh, you cannot ask me to think with your tight cunt wrapped around me like that.”
My body begs for friction, my little nub aching for attention and my walls squeezing tight around him. Experimentally I squeeze my muscles, and he grunts.
“Alright! OK. Please, princess.Pleasefuck me.”
I grin in triumph. I have no idea what I’m doing in this position, but I’m not about to admit that to him. I roll my hips and note the way his head drops back against the tree. It feels good to me too, so I keep going, squeezing and releasing him until I find a rhythm I like.
Pretty soon it’s not enough. I move faster, seeking the crest and release I felt with him before. It never comes. The whole time I’m moving, the tension builds with nowhere to go. Alaric’s cock feels amazing inside me. Somehow today it fits perfectly. Perhaps it’s my body which is different from the way it was. There’s a point deep inside that it hits and makes me want to hold him there forever.
Yet it’s still not enough.
I let loose a little growl of frustration, and he strains against the belt. “Let me free. Let me help.”
