Huntress

by Taft, J L

  “Fiona. Don’t look at me like that, we aren’t done here.”

  She sighed and laid her head on his chest. His fingers went to her hair and they tangled in it. He had missed the feeling of the silk sliding over his hand.

  Which was ridiculous. He had shared her bed the night before. But his body didn’t agree with him.

  He looked down at her and he could practically see the wheels turning in her head. Then he saw the hesitation.

  “What is it? Tell me,” he prompted.

  She sighed and then said, “We can’t be together, Trent. As much as I want it, we can’t.”

  “I know.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

  “Granny warned me about us after the first night we met.”

  Fiona sat up in his lap but he wrapped his arms around her and kept her from moving away. He knew now was probably not the best time to bring it up but since he was getting things off his chest he couldn’t leave it unsaid.

  Plus he feared that this may be his last chance to tell her. He realized now that she was right and there were too many obstacles between them to be able to make a go of it.

  It depressed him but there would be plenty of time in the days to come to lick his wounds. Tonight was for them to say their goodbyes.

  She tensed up as his arms tightened and then she relaxed, almost as if she had the same realization he had. Tonight was their last night together.

  “What did she say?” she asked quietly.

  He debated how much to tell her and figured there was no backing out now. “I told you that we met as children, right?” She nodded and ran her hand up his arm. He tried to ignore the need it lit in his veins.

  “I didn’t tell you that I told Granny I was going to marry you one day. Granny and Eleanor decided that day we wouldn’t see each other again and they spent a lot of time keeping us apart. Then after the night we met I called Granny and she already knew we had been together. I went to see her and she told me that if we stayed together I would die. That Eleanor had seen my death.”

  When he had finished pushing out the words he didn’t want to say he looked down at her face. There were silent tears running down her cheeks.

  She knew it was just as true as he did and there was nothing they could do about it. If they stayed together it would doom them both. Maybe not tomorrow or the day after but at some point it would come and he knew his stubborn redhead would never let it happen.

  Nevertheless there was still tonight and there was one more thing he wanted to tell her. But the words stuck in his throat and refused to come out.

  So he lowered his head and kissed her instead. Her lips were warm and salty from her tears. He licked them away before coaxing her lips open so he could sink his tongue deep within the dark recesses of her mouth.

  Her tongue met his, hesitantly at first and then as the swell of need arced between them, with wild abandon. Her hands came up to tangle in his hair and tug, sending a surge of blood to his already aching cock.

  He broke the kiss and she moaned and tried to move his head back to meet her lips. But he was stronger. Regardless of her tugging, he laid his lips against her throat and left openmouthed kisses.

  She sucked in a breath of pain when he hit the spot that was bruised from the vamp’s punishing grip.

  “Oh shit, I’m sorry, baby. Does it hurt badly?”

  “No, I’m okay, Trent. Don’t stop.” She gripped his biceps and pulled him closer. He didn’t want to hurt her and he wanted tonight to be special. He wanted it to be something they both would remember in the long, lonely days that were sure to come.

  He stared down into the dark pools of her eyes and for once saw the man he wanted to be, reflected in them.

  He stood easily with her in his arms, feeling his cock lengthen when she wrapped her legs around his waist. She weighed so little he couldn’t believe she was so strong. But she was.

  Walking to her bedroom, he knew the way and didn’t break the hold she had over him with her gaze. He kicked the door open with his booted foot and it hit the wall with a crash. Neither of them cared.

  He laid her on the bed gently and finally had to break the eye contact to unlace his boots and kick them off. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, eager to feel her under him.

  But he didn’t intend to rush it. They had all night. She was waiting impatiently for him, her hips grinding subtly against the sheets of her unmade bed. He stood at the end of the bed and looked down at her, taking in all that was waiting there for him.

  All she wore was a big t-shirt. As her hips moved it rode up and he could see her plain white cotton panties but even that turned him on.

  He adjusted his cock in his jeans so it was a bit more bearable. He didn’t plan to take them off immediately. Otherwise it would be over before he really got started.

  Her eyes followed the movement of his hand and she licked her lips. A groan escaped him.

  “Take your shirt off, Fiona,” he told her.

  She smiled slightly and did as he demanded, tossing it to the floor before lying back against the pillows.

  Kneeling between her legs, he lowered some of his weight on her. She sighed and closed her eyes. Rocking his body, he rubbed his chest on her nipples and felt them go hard.

  He lowered a little more and groaned at the feel of her breasts pressed into him. Her hips bucked and her legs went around his waist, tightening around him and pulling him closer.

  She fit against him so perfectly and he took a moment just to feel her skin plastered on him.

  But he needed more. Leaning up and taking her hands, he raised them above her head and told her, “Leave them there, baby.”

  “But I want to touch you,” she complained.

  “You can, afterward,” he said as he smiled down at her. He wondered if she would be able to keep her hands where he put them.

  Turning his attention to her breasts, he set out to drive her wild. He wanted her to remember this night forever.

  He kissed along her collarbone then down the valley between her tits. Using his tongue, he left a line of wetness on the soft underside of her breast and then did the same to the other. Blowing gently, he watched as her nipples puckered and went harder.

  Sucking one of her pale-pink tops into his mouth, he pulled gently at first and then increased the pressure. He kept it up until she was moaning and her head was thrashing from side to side.

  He switched to the other side and gave it the same treatment, taking his time. Going back and forth between them, he flattened his tongue against them, as he planned to do to her pussy.

  She was doing well, leaving her hands where he had placed them.

  Sliding down her body, he tasted every inch of her sides and flat stomach. When he got to her bellybutton he spent a few minutes licking around it and then sinking his tongue in, playing with the bar of her piercing.

  Continuing on to her hipbones and then the creases between her legs, he kissed her. Kneeling between her bent knees again, he slowly dragged her panties down and tossed them behind him.

  Lifting one of her legs, he brought her perfectly arched foot to his mouth and nibbled while he watched her face.

  Her eyes were open but not much and she was breathing heavily. Her arms and hands were still raised above her head and her breasts were lifted for him.

  He smirked at her as he kissed his way up her ankle, calf, knee and finally her thigh. He had wanted to drive her wild but if his cock got any harder he would be able to punch holes in a wall with it.

  He knew he wasn’t going to be able to drag it out much longer but he did manage to give her other thigh the attention it deserved.

  Her pussy lips were glistening with her dew and he released a warm breath on them just to feel her shudder. Licking the place where her thighs stopped and her pussy began, he went up and down both sides with his tongue.

  Parting her lips with his thumbs, he licked up one side of her clit and down
the other, over and over.

  She groaned loudly. “Trent, please,” she begged.

  “What, baby?” he asked in between long licks.

  “I need…” she started but the words died as he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

  Her hips lifted and she screeched as he drove her relentlessly into orgasm. Her pussy pulsed against his mouth and he felt the extra-slick wetness he was eager to lap up.

  Knowing she was sensitive, he eased up a little but didn’t release her from his mouth yet. She tasted too good to leave his place.

  She was wet and ready for him and when he sank two fingers inside her he could still feel her walls fluttering. She clenched around him and he suddenly couldn’t wait any longer.

  Standing quickly, he popped the button on his jeans and her eyes opened when she heard his zipper go down.

  “Oh yes,” she sighed and he grinned at her, agreeing. He grabbed the condom out of his pocket and slid it on without taking his eyes off Fiona’s tits.

  Sliding up, back between her legs, he caught her mouth with his. He poured all the intense feelings that were rolling inside him into the kiss. Fiona lifted her hands and tangled them in his hair.

  Too far gone to care that she was disobeying him, he nudged her opening with the tip of his cock.

  Fiona could hardly stand the wait. He had driven her insane with his talented mouth and all she could think about was his hot, hard and ready cock sinking into her.

  At this point she wanted him to thrust in all at once and push her over the edge that was already so close.

  He had been different tonight, claiming her in a way she knew would leave her ruined for any other man. Not that she could muster any energy to care.

  “Are you ready for this?” he asked as he reached between them and rubbed the head of his cock on her clit.

  “Yes! Please, Trent,” she begged. She was past the point of worrying about her foolish pride.

  “I’m so ready for you, babe,” he said as he caught her gaze and held it. “Hold on to me.”

  She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight.

  “Tighter, with your legs too,” he commanded.

  Fiona wasted no time in complying. She wanted more than was reasonable.

  “Yeah, like that, baby,” he groaned in her ear. His low, grumbly voice sent shivers down her back, and her pussy clenched in response.

  He chose that moment to sink into her, balls-deep with one thrust.

  It was exquisite.

  Her arms and legs tightened on him even more and he let out a loud groan.

  “Oh god, Fiona! You’re so fucking tight. Don’t’ move, baby, I’m not ready to end this yet.”

  Fiona held still as he shivered and shook in her arms and she knew he was searching for his ironclad control.

  But she didn’t want him to find it. Without moving her body she clenched her thighs and knew he could feel the new tightness when he let out a deep breath.

  “That’s not helping,” he whispered, leaning up to look her in the eye.

  She smiled up at him and he lifted his hips until she thought he was going to pull out. He didn’t. When only the head of his cock was in her he pushed back in and Fiona felt the depth of his plunge all the way to her heart.

  It opened the feelings she had left under lock and key and as he stared down at her she knew there was no denying them.

  “I love you,” she uttered as he plunged again.

  “Oh fuck,” he growled as he ceased with his teasing and fucked her how she had wanted all along. Long, hard strokes. Faster and faster, their bodies moved in perfect sync.

  Sweat broke out on his back and she sank her nails into him harder, begging him to go on. He didn’t disappoint her. She knew he wouldn’t.

  They met in a crashing, rolling rhythm that had her clenching around him in one long crest of pleasure. Suddenly her muscles released and clamped on him over and over as she screamed and rode out the most amazing orgasm of her life.

  Trent let loose with a sound she had never heard before, a primal, animalistic noise that raised goose bumps along her arms as he came deep inside her.

  His hips bucked and ground against her as he found his release and then he collapsed on her, heavy and welcome.

  They both tried to catch their breath and after a long while he lifted up onto his arms to stare down at her.

  She knew he was thinking about the fact that she had told him she loved him but she didn’t have it in her to regret it. It was the truth and if this was their last night she wanted him to know.

  He caught her gaze and his stare was intent and focused.

  “I love you too,” he said in a clear, firm voice.

  She didn’t understand why but tears started to fall immediately. It might have been the beauty of their lovemaking or the fact he would walk out of her life in the morning and she would never see him again, or it could just have been that he had told her he loved her.

  “Aww hell,” he grumbled when the tears spilled over to slide down her cheeks, leaving wet trails. But he didn’t pull away.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled and tried to get free of him to pull herself together.

  It was hard to remove a muscle-bound man from her when he didn’t want to go and she failed when he laid the rest of his weight on her.

  “Don’t pull away from me, Fiona. We don’t have much time left. Just let it go, babe, and let me hold you.”

  It wasn’t what she expected from him and the lump clogging her throat turned into sobs. Trent rolled and pulled her on top of him, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight as she cried into his chest.

  It didn’t take long for the tears to subside. It had been a quick flood of emotion that was too intense to last.

  When it was over she sat up and looked down at the man who was still seated deep within her body. His erection had never faded.

  She smiled bashfully, her emotions close to the surface. She was aware he knew her well enough to see them there and for once she didn’t try to hide them.

  The thought of him still inside her released a wave of new wetness between her legs and she moaned as her hips rocked. She stared down at him, seeing what he had done clearly in his eyes.

  He had branded her as his this night and had touched places within her no one else ever would. Lifting her hips, she slammed back down on his hard and waiting cock.

  He growled and his hands dug into her sides as he tried to control her movements. But she had a mind of her own and wasn’t going to let him get away without leaving the vision of her riding him to oblivion burned into his brain.

  She rode him with everything she had, her head thrown back, giving him a glimpse of the woman she really was. The one she hid from everyone. No barriers and nothing holding her back.

  They came together with an exploding of light behind her eyelids that flashed and burned as he emptied his seed inside her.

  Collapsing on top of him, she lay dazed. She had no idea how long they lay like that, with him running his fingers up and down her back.

  Gently he moved her to the side and went to the bathroom before coming back and pulling her close. She fell asleep with his arms around her and his heat warming her back.

  Morning came too soon. Fiona was awake and waiting for the first rays of light to shine through her bedroom window. The sun came up anyway, even though she had prayed for the night to last forever.

  She had watched him sleep, committing every line and dip of his face and body to memory. As the light got brighter, shining in her windows, she could see his scars better and didn’t know why they would put anyone off.

  It made him special. He was the type of man whom stories were written about. Standing up for what he believed in and not only succeeding but also regretting he could no longer be the one who was first into the fray.

  She shouldn’t have told him she loved him.

  But when the moment had come she hadn’t been able to
back down. She had only spoken what was in her heart.

  She laid her hand on his face and his eyes opened, sleepy and unfocused.

  When he finally did wake up enough to look at her intently she could see the end in his gaze.

  It was over. Last night had been a brief glimpse of happiness and it was as close as she was ever going to get.

  He ran his fingers down her face gently before rolling to the side of the bed and putting his feet on the floor.

  Fiona pulled the sheet up to cover her nakedness. He put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands for a second, the sheet barely covering his waist.

  He sat like that for several minutes before he ran his hands through his dark hair and stood up. He gathered his clothes and dressed. She watched him quietly and he never looked her way.

  It hurt but she knew he was hurting too and she refused to fall apart. Until he was gone anyway.

  Fully dressed, he stood at the end of her bed and it was then that the awkwardness came. After revealing so much the night before and both of them knowing it couldn’t go any further than that, neither knew what to say.

  There wasn’t anything to say. That was why it felt so weird. Everything had already been said.

  “I’ve gotta go,” he told her. His voice sounded unexplainably loud in the close confines of her bedroom.

  She nodded in response, dropping her eyes, already knowing her throat wasn’t going to work properly.

  She heard him release a pent-up breath and it sounded as if the weight of the world were resting on his shoulders.

  He came across the room, his feet and then calves coming into view. He hesitated and then sat down next to her on the bed. That was what she loved about him—even though something might make him uncomfortable he didn’t back down.

  She suddenly had the urge to scoot away from him but resisted it and stayed where she was. Her body was naked but she felt much more exposed than that. As if everything was laid bare for him to see.

  His hand caught her chin and raised her face so their eyes met. His gaze was the color of the leaves in her mystical garden, crystal clear and resolved. Her body betrayed her and a visible tremor ran through her.