At last Hunter smiled. A tiny twist of the lips, admittedly, but Morgan was willing to see it as a step in the right direction.
"I don’t blame you for hating me." Morgan’s anger subsided as quickly as it had erupted. "Your fiancée was… well, she wasn’t the best advertisement for trust. And I haven’t exactly given you good reason to believe in me."
"I don’t hate you." His low baritone rumbled. "I just don’t understand. I thought we had something. After we … I dreamed of you all night and I wanted to wake up next to you and know that it wasn’t all a figment of my very creative imagination. But," he raised a mystified hand, "you’d gone. And I still have no idea what you really want."
"I want everything." Morgan’s voice was soft, sure. "I want to explore you."
"And how far are you prepared to go?" His tone was dark
Morgan’s eyes locked with his. "Wherever it takes us."
Hunter smiled then and stood, holding his hand out to her but, although Morgan rose, she didn’t go to him. Instead she slowly unwrapped the scarf from around her neck, sliding it down her body. She smiled at him, and then drew her jacket off, letting it, too, slide down her body until it pooled at her feet.
Morgan went to remove her T-shirt but Hunter was there pressing his face into the glossy strands of her hair and inhaling its scent.
He pulled her close to his muscular body, breast-to-breast, thigh-to-thigh, letting her feel his heat and arousal. His eyes studied her upturned, yearning face for long seconds as though searching for answers there, before finally his mouth descended to hers.
A series of soft, tantalizing kisses taunted Morgan as Hunter teased her with his mouth, withdrawing and then settling again on another spot. Quickly tiring of his game, Morgan reached a hand behind his head, pulling him against her hard, taking control of their kiss, her tongue demanding entry to his mouth. Hunter complied and their lips touched, tasted and then tangled ferociously as their passion mounted.
"I’ve wanted you for so long," he murmured into her mouth.
"It’s less than two weeks since you had me."
"Not just sexually. You always responded to me sexually but I wanted you to want me in your heart and mind as much as your body."
"I do want this now. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life." As she spoke, Morgan knew it was true.
"When I woke up in that hotel, I nearly died when you weren’t there. I’d thought I’d found heaven with you, and then it turned to hell." He looked into her eyes. "Did I do something to make you run?"
"No, not unless you count making me feel things that I’d never felt before." She blushed. "I did things with you that I’ve never even thought about with anyone else. It seemed so carnal, so sexual. I woke in the dark, hearing you breathing and I was horrified by the things I’d done and, at the same time, I wanted to wake you and make you do them to me all over again."
Hunter groaned at her words, his mouth growing rougher and more impassioned against hers--twisting, savaging and arousing desire in both of them that flooded every cell of their bodies. Morgan pressed closer and closer to his hard body as though trying to imprint his body on her own. Frustrated with the clothes between them, she tugged at off his jacket and tee-shirt, while he kicked off his shoes, before turned their attention to Morgan’s clothes.
Finally they stood naked, not touching, just drinking in the sight of each other’s bodies. Hunter raised a hand to her face, curving it around her head and enfolding her body with his as he pulled them both down to the thick rug in front of the fire. He lowered his head to her breast, tugging the hard peak of her nipple into his mouth, licking, laving, sucking, nipping, sending tendrils of liquid desire through her body, moistening her womanly parts.
As he lavished equal attention on her other nipple, Morgan spread her legs, allowing him to settle his hips between them, his hardening penis pushing demandingly against her softness. She touched him intimately, stroking the length of him, circling his girth with her fingertips, feeling the dampness at the head of his cock as he grew even larger in her hands. She reached her hand further down, gently massaging his testicles until he groaned enough, pushing her hands away.
Morgan spread her legs wider as she felt the coarse hair of his groin against the softness of her inner thighs, her feet against his buttocks, hands against his shoulders as she massaged his maleness with her femininity. Her movements inflamed him as much as her and he pulled his mouth away from hers, breathing harshly as he hovered above her.
"I can’t wait much longer."
"Why wait at all?" breathed Morgan.
"Once my cock is inside you, it won’t take much for me to … I want you with me and you’re not ready yet," Hunter muttered. "I want you hot, and wet, as aroused as I am."
"I am, oh!"
Morgan gasped as Hunter’s hard, blunt fingers discovered her intimate lips, tickling along the crease, parting her and stroking upwards. He found the hard nub of her desire, manipulating it until she moaned, arching herself into his hand. With his palm hard against her pubic bone, he delicately spread her labia, opening her, sliding two fingers inside her. Morgan jerked upwards him as she felt his fingers probing her vagina, his nails scratching delicately against the inner surface. He introduced another finger, stretching her inner cavity to its limit until Morgan moaned, closing her eyes as Hunter forced her body to accept this extra intrusion.
With his other hand holding her spread wide, Hunter withdrew his three fingers as she arched beneath him before roughly penetrating her again, simulating the movements of intercourse with his fingers until Morgan was twisting against him, her eyes glazed and unseeing.
He began pushing his fourth finger into her tight opening, her inner muscles tensing in sudden pain.
"Too much," she gasped, looking up into his desire-hardened face.
"Try it, babe. Just relax and take it."
Morgan wanted to tell him that she couldn’t but he was making her, thrusting his fingers beyond the protesting muscles of her entrance, making her cry out. His mouth curved in satisfaction as he forced his fingers deep and then deeper, in and then out, until her body began to soften and her rhythm matched his.
"Hunter, I’m … oh God, I can’t. Please.…"
"I know, darling," he said, feeling her body begin to throb and shake. "You’re nearly there, just a second more."
Morgan felt her body rise and rise, finding its crest in the moment of stillness that always preceded the storm. She felt Hunter release her with his fingers and then he was lifting her up to meet the savage thrust of his cock. She was flying, her body shuddering with release as he thundered into her again and again until the powerful contractions of her body caught him in their grip and he arched his neck, shouting his climax to the heavens as he spurted his milky essence into receptive depths.
Hunter sprawled in her arms, sweat-damp, his damp hair against her breasts, body heaving as she stroked his back languidly. So cataclysmic had their release been that Morgan felt like she could lie still with him like this for a hundred years and still feel no urge to move. He still lay semi-rigid inside her and Morgan could feel his semen dripping down her inner thighs and pooling beneath her.
When he withdrew slickly from her body and rose to his knees over her, she moaned, feeling the coolness of the air replace his heat between her legs.
"No," she murmured to him, reaching out to pull him back against her.
But Hunter wasn’t finished with her. Rolling her over onto her stomach, he pushed her hair back from her nape, touching his tongue to her sensitive spot just there between her shoulder-blades. Morgan moaned as he dropped little butterfly kisses down the length of her spine till he reached the crease of her buttocks.
Reaching out an arm, he pulled two cushions from the couch, laying her head on one. The other he used to raise her hips until she was on her knees. Fitting himself over her, his groin to her buttocks, he levered her thighs wide apart with his legs. His tumescence was expanding again an
d he pushed it between the crease in her bottom, working himself against her roughly.
Morgan could feel the slap-slap of his testicles against her skin as he moved against her, the blunt head of his engorged penis closing in on her vaginal opening. But he didn’t enter, just continued to move sexually against her.
At the edge of her vision, she caught a faint movement, but with Hunter’s weight over her, she couldn’t turn her head for a better view. Was there someone else in the room with them?
"Hunter?"
She tried to raise her neck to see the room better, but he pushed her back down to the floor. He moved his hand beneath her, squeezing her distended breasts and pinching her nipples until she gasped. His hand moved down her belly, tunneling through the dark hair at her thighs until his fingers found the taut nub. Morgan caught her breath as he pressed hard and she felt her sexual moisture flood her body anew, dampening her passage and mingling with the last of his semen as it dried on her.
She felt his fingers probing inside her vagina, taking her moisture on his fingertips and smearing it upwards to the crease in her buttocks. One wet finger circled the secret dark hole between the globes of her bottom, distributing her liquid, probing tentatively inside her. She jerked at his touch and felt his breath hot against her ear, telling her how beautiful she was.
Then she felt a rougher touch on her, a harsher heavier breath against her body. Morgan gasped and looked up. She could sense another presence at her side, just beyond her range of vision. Tall, powerful but hazy. Her sub-conscious nudged at her awareness. A memory of a shadowy figure who disturbed her night.
"Hunter, who…?
"You know, darling. You’ve been calling to him."
Her breath caught. Cernunnos?
"But I don’t understand. What does he want?"
Hunter kissed her ear tenderly. "He has been watching, Morgan. Watching you and now he’s hungry for you."
"But I want you, Hunter. Only you." Panicked, she struggled helplessly against him but he held her down.
"Shhh, darling. He is waiting to mount you."
"I don’t --"
"You must service him, my love, for you have called to him. For weeks he has been watching, waiting for his turn upon you."
Oh, God, was this what her dreams had meant? That subconsciously she had been calling to the depraved man-beast to satisfy her basest desires?
"No, Hunter, please."
But he was drawing from her and a darker, heavier form crouched over her, his skin hotter than Hades, his breath rasping. A tongue darted out to lick her ear and pointed teeth caught at her nape. Morgan struggled against him but hard arms and thighs kept her body pinned and spread beneath him.
A blunt force gathered at the apex to her anal opening, something intruding savagely into the delicately protesting flesh as Morgan screamed with excitement and terror. One brutal thrust and he was in to the hilt. Morgan caught her lip between her teeth, trying not to cry out as the man-beast took her fragile flesh. Again and again, huge, harder than anything she felt before, he rocked against her. One hand pulled tight around her belly, making her accept the full force of his thrusts as his fingers tweaked her clit, giving her pleasure to match the pain. His other hand anchored them to the floor, their only stability in a frenzy of animal mating.
Morgan tried to twist to see him but he growled angrily, increasing the force of his thrusts until she cried out. And there in front of her was Hunter, grasping her chin in one hand as his other placed his engorged cock inside her lips. And he was encouraging her mouth to pleasure him as her anus was pleasuring the lord of the hunt. And in a flash of awareness, Morgan understood they were one and the same. Hunter and the man-beast, love and desire.
And as the thought crystallized in her mind, the beast fucking her from behind roared as if in answer, his thrusts pounding into her as he approached his climax. Hunter’s movements were matching him in a devastating counter rhythm, and Morgan closed her eyes, seeing in her mind’s eye a vision of them coming inside her simultaneously. The image was so arousing that Morgan felt her inner tissues swell as a scalding tide of passion rose inside her. Her vagina clenched strongly in orgasm just as the beast reached his climax, flooding her passage with his liquid as Hunter jetted his release into her mouth.
Morgan cried out as the trio reached the pinnacle. She heard her voice as if from a distance, and then the heat and the sweat and the passion were fading, she saw the room as if it was an antique sepia photo spilled from an old photo album. She felt as though she was drifting into a strange unconsciousness. Her eyelids fluttered and she slept.
* * * *
Morgan stirred, one cheek against a soft pillow, her body soft and relaxed. She felt a kiss at her temples, not much more than a breath of air, and then a faint voice in her ear.
"Sweet dreams, beautiful one. Be happy with your Hunter. Call for me when you feel the desire and I will come for you."
Morgan moaned, her eyes tightly shut. She could sense the voice but couldn’t really hear or it or tell from which direction it came. Then there was a rush of air, the heavy curtains drawn tight over the window fluttered in the morning breeze and it was gone.
She lay for a long moment as reality seeped back into her. She was curled on her side, a hair-roughened leg thrown casually over her hips below the sheet and a hard arm across her shoulder, half-smothering her. Morgan felt deliciously warm and secure. Hunter’s regular breathing told her that he was still asleep and she let her mind wander back to that glorious night of pleasure.
She snuggled closer into Hunter’s arms, thankful that he had given her another chance with him. He muttered something under his breath, something that sounded like I love you. Morgan smiled and stroked his arm, and he went back to sleep.
After his flight back from France, Hunter slept late but as the weak sun of early winter began its shallow arc across the sky, Morgan rose and took a shower. She had packed--more in hope than expectation--a change of underwear in her bag, and she dressed warmly in the jeans and thick jumper she’d arrived in yesterday, padding downstairs to the kitchen wearing clean but too-big socks from Hunter’s closet.
The big old house was gloomy and Morgan went into every room, drawing the heavy drapes to let the morning light in. Despite the cold, she opened several windows to release the musty smell of a house shut up for several days.
The house had a mournful atmosphere as though it had been too long without an owner, but the generous proportions of its rooms and the exquisite plaster work and tiles gave it a unique character. Morgan wondered whether Hunter was simply renting the house as a place to stay between digs or whether he owned it. She made a mental note to ask him when he woke.
She had explored the kitchen cupboards and was making breakfast when Hunter finally put in an appearance. His hair was mussed and his eyes still filled with sleep as he wandered in, dressed in shabby sweats.
"I feel like it should be about four in the morning," he said, yawning widely as he came over to drop a kiss on her lips. He held her close for a moment."
"Hungry?" Morgan nodded at the pan. I’m making eggs but there’s no bread for toast."
Hunter looked at her warily. "You don’t have to do this," he said. "I don’t expect you to take on the domestic duties just because you’re a woman."
Morgan laughed. "Don’t worry. I’m just cooking because I’m hungry." She put a plate of eggs in front of him and poured coffee for them both before sitting down.
"Strong. Good." He sipped the coffee and smiled. "Hell, I can’t believe I feel so wiped out."
"That’s jetlag for you."
"Not to mention a wild woman who found her way into my arms last night, exhausting my energy reserves." He winked at her. "I hope you aren’t expecting the same performance every night."
"You mean you put on a show just to reel me in and now you think I’m hooked, the real Hunter will emerge?" Morgan mocked him.
"What do you expect from the real me? "
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bsp; "Oh at least four times a night and an encore every morning."
Hunter groaned. "Well, I’ll do my best--but you’ll have to pull your weight. I’m not Superman."
"I’ll try," agreed Morgan. "Especially as I think we’ll find that we’re on our own from now on." She thought of the brush of air she had felt this morning, the feeling that she had said goodbye to her night-time apparition.
When Hunter didn’t respond, she looked up from her breakfast to find him frowning at her.
"What do you mean?" (deletion made her)
"I mean, you know.…" she stopped suddenly, realizing from Hunter’s blank look that he had no idea what she was talking about. She thought quickly. "Just that we can get on with our relationship without my hang-ups intruding."
Hunter nodded, apparently satisfied and went back to his breakfast. Morgan stared at his dark head for a moment, still stunned. Could it really be that he had no recall of the other participant in their wild lovemaking the night before?
Hunter looked up and caught her watching him, and he smiled his warm smile. Morgan smiled back and leaned across the table to plant a kiss on his mouth. What the hell did it matter anyway? Now she had made peace with the passionate side of her nature, she no longer needed help from the other side to release it.
"I feel like I need a few more hours in bed." He stroked her hand suggestively. "Wanna come tuck me in?"
Morgan stood up and walked into his arms. "As long as there’s no sleeping involved."
"I think I can guarantee that."
EPILOGUE
Letting out a long sigh of relief, Morgan sank into her office chair, letting it spin under her weight. Under the desk, she kicked off her black spike heels. After an entire evening of standing in those torturous things, her feet ached, matching the throbbing in her head. Too much champagne and no more than a couple of bites from the finger food the caterers had supplied made her feel light-headed. And she had talked to so many people--friends, colleagues and strangers had all approached to congratulate her on the exhibition--that her throat felt raw.
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