Her head fell back against his chest, tossing from side to side. “Because I have to.”
“But you don’t. Not anymore.” He turned her around in his arms, his gaze fervently seeking hers. “Do you love him? Forget everything I told you about Jeffrey earlier and just answer me that. Are you in love with him?”
Did she love Jeffrey? Her heart skipped a beat. And then it was so damn clear. She didn’t love him. God, not even a little bit. Probably never had. The implications of what that meant rocked her entire foundation. It was all she could do to answer Hunter with a tiny shake of her head to indicate no.
His breath released on a whoosh. “Stop fighting us, Gemma. Please.”
A tear spilled down her cheek as she blinked. She didn’t want to fight anymore. Couldn’t. Her heart rebelled against the idea of pushing away the man she just wanted to hold her. “No more fighting, Hunter.”
He pressed his forehead against hers and whispered, “Thank God.”
Her heart slammed against her ribcage. Once again her life had just changed course. And this time, she knew it was heading in the right direction.
When Hunter lifted his head, the mood had shifted, crackling with awareness and tension. The possessiveness and determination in his gaze took her breath away.
“You shouldn’t have run tonight, Gemma.”
“I know.” She swallowed hard. “It was just too much.”
He touched her cheek, and his expression softened just a bit. “You are my mate, angel. You belong to me. You will deny it no more?”
She swallowed hard, her knees going weak. “I will deny it no more.”
Then the significance of what she’d just done hit her. She’d verbally agreed to be his mate. And she knew what was about to come; every part of her body responded at the idea. Her breasts swelled, the tips tightening. Cream flooded her pussy, and she squeezed her thighs together to ease the ache.
His gaze darkened, moving over her. “Tonight your body and mind will know and accept me completely.” He ran a finger across her bottom lip then slipped it inside to find wet warmth. “You will show your loyalty.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Hunter curled a hand over her shoulder and gently pressed down, urging her to her knees before him.
The dirt on the ground bit into her knees, but she barely noticed the slight discomfort; her attention was already focused on Hunter’s cock, thick and erect, the tip almost red in the moonlight.
She knew this was about dominance, that Hunter wanted her to prove her devotion by being submissive tonight. It was common after shifters mated. After how hard she’d fought him today, she could understand his need for her total surrender. The idea of giving into his every demand and want aroused her more than she could ever have realized.
“Take me in your mouth, Gemma.”
His soft command left no room to argue, not that she had any inclination to.
She wrapped her fingers around his flesh. He felt like hot silk wrapped over the hardest of steel. When her finger caught the tip, she found a drop of fluid.
“Taste it.”
Gemma leaned forward, her hair falling around her face, and let her tongue flick out to capture the pre-cum. Salty and warm. All male. All Hunter.
His breath caught, and she licked the tip again, watching his thighs tighten in response.
Hunter took her hair in his hand and held her in a grip that kept her close. He pressed her head forward, until his cock slid past her lips.
Gemma’s eyelids fluttered shut and she relaxed her jaw, bringing him fully into her mouth. He plunged deep, until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, then he eased back a bit.
She sucked on his flesh, licking over the length of him. When he relaxed his grip on her hair, she took the freedom to move on him again, bringing him deep and then sliding her lips back off so she could suck on the plump head.
“Gemma,” he rasped, his hips bucking in response.
Awareness zinged through her. She knew he was in control, but when his cock was in her mouth, there definitely seemed to be a shift in who held the power.
She slid back down the length of him again, reaching a hand up to caress his sac.
“Yes.” He groaned and pulled her mouth from him, pushing her lower, until the softness of his balls brushed her lips.
She opened, obeying his silent command as she sucked and licked over his flesh. Wrapping her hand around his cock, she slid her fingers up and down, still paying extra attention to his sac with her mouth.
“Shit.” He gasped and pulled her head up again, plunging his cock back deep into her mouth.
He held her still, not giving her much room to move as he began to fuck her mouth. Faster. Deeper. Harder.
Gemma relaxed her mouth around him, knowing he was close to his release. She continued a soft massage of his sac while he plundered her mouth. He tightened in her hand and his thighs clenched.
“Gemma.” He choked out her name and then came in her mouth.
She drank from him everything he gave, enjoying the feel and taste of his salty release on her tongue, loving the intimacy and trust required for her to have let a man come in her mouth for the first time.
His hand slipped from her hair and he cupped her face, his thrusts nowhere near as strong as they had been. When he was finally spent, he slid out past her lips a moment later, rubbing the head of his cock against her cheek as he groaned.
Gemma licked her lips and swallowed the last drop of him before lifting her head to look at him.
His gaze was smoky, his chest rising with each ragged breath he drew in.
In an instant, he was on his knees next to her on the ground. This time when his hand cupped her shoulder it was to propel her backward onto the dirt.
Confusion swept through her, and she tried to sit up. Surely he needed her to bring him to arousal again before he joined them.
“Hunter—”
“First I need to taste you.”
With her back against the earth and grass, she trembled at his ardent admission.
His large rough hands wrapped around her legs, pushing them wide and forcing her knees up toward her chest.
Her heart pounded as he lay down between her thighs. A second later his mouth was on her. His tongue found her hypersensitive clit; he licked at it and rubbed, showing no mercy before he slid lower to plunge his tongue into the depths of her.
A guttural moan ripped through her, and her hips ground against his face. He ate at her without pause, so aggressive and fervent in his purpose she could barely keep a thought.
Lifting her head, she watched him. Watched his dark head move between her legs as his mouth made love to her.
She dug her fingers into the earth beneath her, letting the dirt and rocks sift through her hands while she rode Hunter’s tongue, letting the sensation of his mouth bring her higher and higher.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered and caught her clit between his teeth, tugging lightly.
“Hunter.” She gasped, her ass clenching at the exquisite stab of pleasure and pain.
He released the tiny nub, soothing it again with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth to suckle. Releasing her legs, he slid his hands under her bottom, lifting her.
His mouth found a closer fit, and the intensity of pleasure skyrocketed. She twisted her head back and forth, digging her hands deeper into the earth
“Oooh. Yes.” Her hips jerked, her body arching against and then away from him. “Oh. Oh, Hunter.”
“Mmm.” Hunter buried his tongue deep into her slick channel once more, and she exploded.
Her legs fell to the ground on either side of his head, and she lifted her ass into the air, riding his face as the spasms of pleasure assailed her.
Thinking wasn’t even an option, so many sensations and emotions rushed through her. She struggled to breathe as her heart slammed hard against her ribcage. And Hunter’s tongue, wet and rough, continued to move over her.
> She reached down to stroke his hair, her pulse slowing as she fell back against the dirt. Watching the moon, she heaved an unsteady sigh. It was almost terrifying how quickly she had fallen back in love with him. But then, had she ever fallen out?
Hunter kissed the inside of each thigh before returning to press his mouth gently against her clit.
She felt him grab her ass again, lift her lower body off the ground, and then without any warning, he’d plunged his cock into her swollen channel.
Gemma gasped, her body arching at the sudden invasion. He was erect so soon? She blinked in surprise as he moved to lie on top of her, his arms braced on each side of her head, his biceps bulging.
She met Hunter’s fiery gaze as he sank deeper, stretching her and invading each inch of her body.
“You’re mine, angel,” he said vehemently. “Never forget it.” He looked down to where they were joined. “Never forget who owns this pussy.”
Heat flooded her body, staining her cheeks and breasts. His possessive claim on her sent another rush of heavy arousal between her legs. Softened her heart a bit. Because behind his words, she heard the desperation, the fear that he might lose her again.
“I’m yours,” she whispered and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers. “All yours, Hunter.”
Chapter 7
Hunter plunged his tongue between her lips, the blood rushing through his veins. The fear he might be too rough with her disintegrated. She understood his right to dominate tonight. That he was traditional in so many aspects of their culture. And he even suspected the little vixen was enjoying being submissive.
God she was an amazing woman.
Her flesh hugged him, wet and hot, dragging his cock deeper into her body, until he was nestled at her womb and she squirmed beneath him.
He lifted his head again to look down at his cock buried inside her. Pulling out a bit, he was captivated by the shimmer of her slick juices on his dick. He pressed back into her, harder this time, unable to hold back a strangled groan.
Leaning down, he caught her mouth once more. Her tongue met his halfway, tangling in a frantic dance while his plunges turned savage.
His thoughts grew jumbled and he slowed again, pulling fully from her body. No. He couldn’t finish this way. He needed to have her complete submission. In every way.
Her eyelids fluttered open, confusion in her gaze.
“Turn over. On your hands and knees.”
She inhaled sharply and her breasts rose, hard nipples scraping his chest. Understanding flickered in her eyes and then a mix of excitement and maybe panic. But wordlessly she obeyed, moving to the position he’d requested.
Her smooth back glowed in the moonlight, the curves of her ass an invitation he had no plans of declining. The cleft of her sex just below her derriere was already slick with the lubricant he’d need.
He moved forward on his knees, pressing two fingers against her pussy and then inside. Gathering the cream there, he brought it back to the tight rosebud of her ass and pressed inside with one finger.
Her body went rigid, and he heard her small whimper.
Pausing, he asked, “Have you ever done this with anyone?”
“No. Besides you, there’s been only Jeffrey, but we never…not there…” She trailed off, her voice soft.
At the mention of Delmore, Hunter’s jaw hardened. He hated the bastard. Hated even more to think he’d touched Gemma. Never again.
He leaned down to brush a kiss against the small of her back, adding a second finger into her tight little asshole.
“I’ll go slow, Gemma,” he promised.
Working the two fingers inside her, he stretched her and prepared her for his cock. Reaching his other hand in front of her, he found her clit and began a slow pressure rub.
When she began to relax again, made those sexy little moans, he added a third finger, forming a triangle out of the three to penetrate with.
He pulled his three fingers free and gripped his cock, quickly placing it at the rosebud entrance between her cheeks, pushing in just enough to keep the momentum.
Gathering more moisture with his finger, he continued the steady massage of her clit and pushed in past the first tight ring in her ass.
Gemma moaned and her thighs trembled slightly.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, stilling in his progression inside her.
“No,” she shook her head and rotated her hips. “It feels…not bad. Different.”
“Different good?” He pulled his finger from her clit and licked it, loving the brief taste of her juices again. With the pad of his finger dampened, he brought it back to the swollen nub between her legs.
“Oooh, Hunter. Yes, good.” She let out a ragged breath. “But I’ll let you know if that changes when you’re all the way in.”
He gave a soft laugh, helping ease some of the tension in his body. He was strung like a damn violin, resisting the urge to just plunge into her and take his own pleasure. His balls hurt and his cock was hard enough to pound nails.
Slowly now, he eased farther into her until he hit the second tight ring in her ass. He rubbed her clit steadily as he pushed past it. Her body stiffened.
“Relax, angel. Just relax.” He clenched his teeth, slowing even more in his advance.
He eased past the second ring and all the way into her. She let out a sharp gasp, her thighs trembling.
“Gemma, fuck you feel so good.”
Hunter almost came on the spot. Her body squeezed around his dick so tight, so hot. He used his free hand to rub her ass cheek, giving her a second to adjust to him.
She drew in a big breath and then exhaled loudly.
It was all the go-ahead he needed. He began a slow penetration, making sure she wasn’t too uncomfortable. But the longer he rubbed her clit and slid his cock in and out of her ass, the more her pussy got wet. He felt her slickness on his finger, heard her arousal in the panting breaths. And then she began to move, pushing back to meet his thrusts.
“Hunter.” The channel of her ass tightened around him as she came, more cream coating his finger.
“Gemma. Sweet Gemma,” he moved faster in her, rubbing at her clit blindly. His sac tightened. “Not…going…to last much…fuck.”
The climax slammed him. His vision blurred as cum exploded from his cock, again and again, until he couldn’t breath and his grip on her hips was the only thing keeping him from falling over.
His blood slowed again and clarity returned. Gemma had slid forward, half lying, but her ass was still in the air.
He pulled his cock from her, wiping the sticky remains of his spend off with a nearby leaf.
“Gemma?” He came to his feet, surprised to find his legs still a bit unsteady. He glanced down at her, hoping she wasn’t hurt. Or more so, that she wasn’t ashamed at what had happened between them like she had been last time.
He crouched down and touched her shoulder, asking gently, “How are you?”
She rolled over and came to her knees, a tiny smile on her full lips. “I’m okay.”
Her response was soft, almost uncertain. He touched her cheek, concern flaring. “Are you sure, Gemma? Did I push you too—”
“Not at all, Hunter. I promise,” she assured him before her lashes lowered. “It was…not at all what I thought it would be.”
“Did you maybe even…like it?”
She made a noise that was a cross between a sigh and a laugh. “I think maybe…I did.”
Hunter tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. “Good.” Because he had serious plans to take her ass again in the future.
She stifled a yawn and pushed her way into standing position. “I’m also a little tired.”
A wave of tenderness swept through him. She looked every bit as exhausted as she sounded. He’d put her through hell today. Damn. Had it only been this morning that he’d seen her again, come back into her life after five years?
He stepped forward and pulled her against h
is body. Her head nestled against his shoulder, and her arms moved around his waist.
Hunter brushed a kiss across her forehead and closed his eyes. His heart twisted, expanding with love for her. Never again would he lose her. Never.
“Let’s head back to the house. We’ll get some sleep.”
* * * *
Hunter slipped from the bed and went to the window, looking out at the moon that had sunk lower in the sky. Sunrise would be upon them in a few hours. And then not long after that the sting on Delmore would be set into action.
His blood pumped quicker with excitement. They would nail the guy this time. He was certain of it.
Hunter thrust a hand through his hair and glanced back at the bed. Beneath the tangled blankets, Gemma slept, her body curled up on her side and her hands beneath one cheek. Tawny hair spilled over the white pillowcase, pink lips parted in an endless sigh. One round breast peeked out from beneath the sheet, the pink tip hard from the cool night air.
His cock jerked at the image, but he snuffed out the urge to roll her onto her back and take her again.
She’d barely made it through the long shower they’d taken together. More than once, he’d had to kiss her back into alertness. The moment her head hit the pillow, she’d been out. It was obvious the day and been both a physical and emotional drain for her.
Damn. Though she’d passed out, he couldn’t sleep for shit. He pulled a pair of jeans on and headed downstairs to grab a snack.
The kitchen wasn’t empty though. His eyebrows rose when he spotted Joaquin and Brad sitting around the small round table in the kitchen.
“What the hell? You guys got a poker party going in the middle of the night or something?”
Brad scowled and took another swig on a bottle of beer he was nursing. He muttered something under his breath about sleeping with a hard-on, but Hunter didn’t catch it all. Probably a good thing.
Joaquin leaned back in his chair and sighed. “I can’t stop thinking about tomorrow and the sting.”
“Yeah?” Hunter glanced down the hall. “I forgot all about the rookie arriving tonight. Sorry. Got a little distracted with Gemma trying to run.”
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