Hunter Forsaken: Wild Hunt, Book 2

by Nancy Corrigan

  “Ian?” She stroked a finger to where his lips were wrapped around her breast. “Did you get a good look at me?”

  He swirled his tongue around her nipple once more then released her. “No. I want to watch my cock sliding in and out of your body.”

  She snagged the cloth she’d tossed on the bed and dangled it in front of him. “Pity you won’t be able to.”

  His nostrils flared. “You’re tempting the beast, Tegan.”

  “I thought that was me.” She swept her hand down her body. “You’ve seen what I can become. I’m not pretty in my hellish form.”

  He held her gaze. “To me you are.”

  His words echoed her secret longing. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  He gave a single nod, then motioned to the strip of fabric she held with a jerk of his chin. “If you’re going to blindfold me, do it. I want to spend all night loving you. We have an eternity to talk.”

  She draped the black cotton over his eyes and around the back of his head, tying it so the knot sat on the side of his head. That done, she sat on her bent legs and let her gaze roam over him. His perfect physique lured her closer. She bent over his chest and licked from the base of his neck to his nipple. The flat disc begged for her attention. She dragged her tongue over it as he had done to her. It pebbled. She caught the tip and nibbled on it.

  “Angel.”

  The warning in his tone was clear. He’d told her what he wanted, and her teasing licks weren’t it. She bit a little harder. His breath rushed out. Pleased with his response, she moved to his other nipple and repeated the nip and tug. He shifted under her as if trying to escape her teasing bite. The metal cuffs clunked. His chest rose and fell on rough pants.

  She abandoned the erect points and kissed her way to his stomach. With the tip of her tongue, she traced each indentation of his abs. His body was so different from hers. Where she had extra cushion, silky skin covered his hard muscles. Not an ounce of fat softened his body. It appealed to the feminine side of her that wanted a strong male at her side. She didn’t need him as a protector, but the strength held within his body promised ecstasy.

  “Lower. Move lower.” He lifted his hips as if she needed a hint as to what he meant.

  She dipped the tip of her tongue in his belly button, teasing him.

  “Tegan.” He rattled the manacles.

  The bite to his voice spoke of his frustration, but it was her name that brought a smile to her lips. “Say it again.”

  “Lick my cock, Tegan. Do it now.”

  The order slammed into her. She could no longer deny him. On a groan of pure pleasure, she licked the swollen head of his erection. His flavor drugged her. She swirled her tongue around the ridge, prodded the slit, then sucked.

  “More, Tegan. Give me more.”

  Her name. Hearing it eased the unfounded jealousy. She felt foolish for feeling it in the first place. She pushed aside the embarrassment and turned her attention to worshipping him. Licks around the ridge and down the length of his shaft tore raw sounds from his throat. She nibbled at the root of his erection. His penis jerked. He cursed, and she smiled.

  The power she had over him pleased her. She sucked his balls into her mouth and gently rolled them under her tongue, one at a time.

  “Ah fuck. That’s good.”

  She gave his sac one last lick and wrapped her hand around his shaft. She stroked him, base to head. He lifted his hips, pushing his cock through the circle she’d formed with her fingers. She tightened her grip, and he offered up a rough sound. She repeated the tug, and he muttered a curse. His response to her touch encouraged her. She quickened her motions and pumped him, exactly as she’d watched him do not long ago.

  “Mouth.”

  She grinned at the single-word command. It told her how far gone he was and how she affected him. She squeezed a little harder, loving his response. The penis under her hand swelled. Balls drawn tight, he was close. She brushed her lips over the head of his cock. More of his rich essence hit her tongue. The need to feel his release slide down her throat took over. She sucked him deep.

  His hips jerked, and the head of his penis met the back of her throat. “Aw shit.”

  He shifted to escape her. She followed him and curled her tongue around his shaft, refusing to let him go.

  After a moment, the bed frame groaned. Wood snapped. He shifted his legs and pushed his cock into her mouth, deeper and deeper, until she swallowed as much as she could. “I’m close.”

  A glance at him told her he fought it too. The muscles in his arms bulged and tendons stood out on his neck. He was giving her a chance to decide if she wanted to accept his release or not. The knowledge made her heart flip over.

  She closed her eyes and relaxed the muscles of her throat. He slipped farther in, and she groaned, letting the rumbly sound finish him.

  “Tegan.” He grunted and came, pumping his seed into her. She swallowed as much as she could and eased back so his endless release filled her mouth. She drank it all and let his cock slip from her lips.

  Dizziness gripped her. She swayed and grabbed on to his bent knees to steady herself. His taste, his response and the intimacy—it was perfect. She blinked past the lust and brought his image into focus. Still bound at his wrists, he lay stretched on the bed, head tipped back and the blindfold only partially covering his eyes.

  Never before had she seen a more perfect sight than Ian sated and relaxed because of her. She tugged the cloth from his eyes. No longer did she worry about his feelings. They might not have been able to speak during their dream encounters, but their bond had grown with each one. The rightness she’d questioned earlier and the why behind the meetings no longer concerned her. All that mattered was that they had connected. The potential for an eternal bond hovered between them—exactly as Minerva had said.

  Tegan pressed a hand to her chest. He’d left a piece of himself with her. She wanted the rest of him.

  She crawled over him and lowered her hips so her cleft cradled his semierect cock. Hands splayed over his stomach, she took a deep breath. “Ian?”

  He met her gaze. “Yeah?”

  A sudden wave of nerves hit her. She shoved the fear of rejection aside. “Do you still want to…to…” She swallowed past the lump in her throat and broke his focused stare by closing her eyes. “If you still want to mate me, I won’t stop you, but you need to know it’s a one-shot deal. Once you join your body with mine, it can’t be undone.”

  Silence met her. She refused to let it stir her anxiety. Not yet, at least. “I’d start it, but you already did. As the humans say, ball’s in your court.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Ian trembled. He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking. He hadn’t expected her agreement so soon. Part of him wondered if she wanted to mate him because she thought it would meet the Triad’s challenge. It wasn’t the right reason to tie herself to him. He also knew it wouldn’t be enough to stop him from taking her up on her offer.

  He needed her to satisfy that hungry part of him she’d awakened. As his mate, she’d give him anything he required. He’d never have to worry about going unfulfilled. That was what people in love did for one another. Because he knew one thing—he didn’t want to seek out another woman to meet his needs. It would hurt both him and Tegan. The encounter with Rowan earlier proved it. He hated himself for the surge of desire he’d felt for her, and Tegan would never forgive him if he acted solely on his lust. Hell, he’d never forgive himself.

  No matter if he called it mating or marriage, it was the same thing in his mind. Infidelity had no place in any committed relationship. He’d seen how devastating it could be. Both his parents had cheated. Their choices had ruined their family. No way was he walking that path. Tegan was the only female he wanted to sink his dick into, the only one he wanted to wrap his body around. Once she lived in his soul, he wouldn�
��t fear craving another lover.

  She ran a hand through her hair and squirmed over him, redirecting his thoughts back to her. Her moist lower lips skimmed over his dick on a wet slide. The promise of dipping into her hot center reignited his lusts. His cock lengthened, and her nostrils flared on a rough intake of breath. Yeah, his recovery shocked him too. He’d lost track of the number of times he’d climaxed over the course of the day. Instinct told him he’d continue to react like a damn rutting animal until he fed.

  He had to drink of her release in a different way than the intimate kiss he’d delivered to her. The how hovered just out of reach, but he knew he’d figure it out, just as he knew he’d be able to mate her without understanding the mechanics of the bond. He supposed it was because he was a demigod. Instincts guiding him? He’d ask her about it, but talking was the last thing on his mind at the moment.

  She dug her nails into his thighs. He glanced into her eyes. Anxiety clouded them.

  “Look, Ian. If I was out of line and assuming too much, feel free to tell me. I just thought that you wanted to make me yours.”

  He would’ve cut her off, but he remembered how she didn’t like being interrupted. He waited a few seconds more. “Are you done?”

  “If you are.” She climbed off him and retrieved her thong from the floor, slipping it on and hiding her glistening lower lips from him.

  He jerked on the manacles binding his arms. The solid oak snapped. He reached for one of the restraints and twisted the metal, breaking the lock. Three more pops and he tossed the mangled cuffs across the room. They banged into the wall.

  On his knees, he looped an arm around her waist before she could escape. With a small tug, he drew her against him. He kissed her neck and slid his hands over her belly, inching them dangerously close to her panties but not touching the silk. Anticipation, he’d learned, acted as a great aphrodisiac.

  He pressed his mouth to her ear. “Where are you going?”

  “Back to my room.” The words held a bite to them that matched the stiffness in her body.

  “No, I don’t think you will.” He captured her earlobe with his teeth and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. A soft sigh escaped her.

  “You can’t stop me.”

  He could. All it would take was his fingers in her core. He didn’t move them. “You promised to stay with me tonight. You’re mine to enjoy.”

  She dug her nails into his wrist. “You did, and now I’m tired.”

  “You’re immortal, baby.” He chuckled. “You don’t need to sleep.”

  She squeezed his arm. The sharp points of her claws dented his skin. He didn’t worry about the pain. The limitations of his body wouldn’t allow him to regenerate as quickly as Arawn’s children, but he would heal. Tegan’s little scratch meant nothing. She’d know it too. No, there was another reason for the show.

  “But I do hurt. And I do feel.” She turned her head away. “I want to be left alone.”

  Ah, of course. It surprised him that she’d be so quick to jump to conclusions about his desire to mate her. Then again, for a woman who’d been burned once by a man who’d promised to love her, it wasn’t a stretch. She needed more than words. She needed time to accept his devotion. He’d give it to her after he mated her.

  “Me too, angel. I hurt.” He shifted his hips. His dick slipped between her thighs and slid along the damp barrier of her thong. He sucked in a rough breath. So did she, but he froze and let the anticipation build. “Do you feel how hard I am?”

  Silence met his question.

  He nipped the tender column of her throat. “I asked you a question.”

  “Yes.”

  He grinned at her breathy response. “Are you going to just leave me like this?”

  She didn’t answer.

  Damn, she was stubborn. She’d have to be to survive a millennium of suffering. Endurance was just another form of stubbornness. He was grateful for her perseverance, but at the moment, he’d rather have her compliance.

  He dragged his erection back, then slowly thrust. The head of his cock pushed at her opening on a glide that threatened to break his control. The silk stopped him from plunging into her. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder and gathered his control. “Well?”

  “Release me.”

  Lust gave her command a rich cadence he couldn’t resist. He dropped his hands.

  She faced him. “You crave me, don’t you?”

  He shifted his gaze to her breasts. “Yes.”

  “I should walk away. Save myself the embarrassment.” She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked. “But I don’t want to.”

  Although he knew the reason, he asked, “What do you have to be embarrassed about?”

  “I asked you to mate me.” She gave his dick another tug before he could respond. “But I shouldn’t have. I got caught up in the moment.”

  “Tegan, I—”

  She shoved him. It caught him off guard. He fell back. She straddled his thighs a heartbeat later.

  “You affect me as no man ever has, Ian.” She skimmed her forefinger down his rigid length. The simple touch tightened his balls. “I suspect it has to do with your father.”

  “You know who he is?”

  She bent and licked the precome from the head of his cock. Her eyelids fluttered shut. “No, but I suspect he’s one of the Archangels.”

  He hadn’t been expecting that. After the way he’d reacted to Rowan earlier, he couldn’t help wondering if he didn’t hold something darker inside him. “What makes you think that?”

  Lips brushing his shaft, she murmured, “Minerva can visit the heavens. Sometimes she stays there for years. It only makes sense. No resident of Hell would fuck her while they were fertile. Besides, I think she purposely created you.”

  “Why?”

  She eased back and peered at him from behind the loose strands of her hair. “She’s never completely forgiven Arawn for cheating on her in order to sire us.”

  “So we’re both bastards, huh?”

  She shrugged and crawled closer to his groin. “At the moment, I don’t care why or how Minerva pulled off the impossible.”

  “Neither do I.” He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her. The head of his cock pushed incessantly against her thong.

  A small smile graced her mouth. She slipped her underwear off and tossed them aside. He lowered her over his waiting dick. His eyes rolled back with the tight slide of his length parting her muscles. He heard her pleasured moan, but it reached him from behind a fuzzy veil of lust.

  His world narrowed down to the sensation of her body conforming to him. Like a living glove, she molded him. Never had he felt anything better than Tegan’s tight sex accepting him. He wanted to tell her. Wanted her to know what they were doing meant more than a simple fuck. Except, he couldn’t get the words out. She squeezed her inner muscles around his dick and drew him in completely.

  “Fuck.” He held her in place. Small waves massaged his cock. If he moved, she’d careen into her release. It couldn’t happen yet. He’d drink it up.

  Not until I’m tied to her. Want it special. Want her to know how important she is to me. How much I love her.

  He panted through the primitive drives urging him to pound into her until the ache in his cock eased. Hands on her hips, he lifted her until only her lips held the tip of his dick. Her whimpers surrounded him. She moaned his name. Both sounded far away. Still, they encouraged him, told him she too wanted him and would accept him as her mate.

  He focused on the physical aspect of what they were doing, not the anticipation of joining himself permanently to her. His penis glistened from her arousal. The air cooled his length, and a shiver ran through his body. He needed her warmth around him. Craved it.

  He lifted his hips at the same time as he lowered her. He sank into her hot, quivering
body. Fire raced down his shaft. His hands fell to the sides, and he bit his cheek. A one-time deal, she’d told him that. He didn’t want to forget a second of it. She didn’t give him the chance to gather his strength, though.

  She took the control back and rose over him. He fisted the sheets and watched his length slip out of her body. On a rolling press that caressed every inch of his erection, she sheathed his cock, her lower lips stretching wide around his dick.

  Head tipped back on a moan, she cupped her breasts and pressed them together. Entranced, he watched her roll and tug on her nipples. She rose and fell over him in a seductive dance he was helpless to resist.

  He glanced from her breasts to the point where they were joined. He groaned at the sight of their bodies locked together. Heaven. That was what she offered him, his only chance at paradise.

  “Tegan.” He caught her gaze and let her see what he couldn’t say. Lust slid into her eyes, leaving them unfocused and dilated. “Faster. Ride me.”

  She licked her lips. “Yes. Need you.”

  Not as much as he did. She quickened her pace before he could form the thought into words. Her breasts bounced and swayed. He enjoyed the sight and the welcoming drag of her inner muscles. The hungry part of him would no longer be denied, however. It wanted to feast on her.

  Not yet, dammit.

  He remained passive a moment more while she fucked him; then he gave himself over to the urges consuming him. Knees bent to give him the angle he required, he grabbed her hips and slammed her body over his cock. In and out, he moved. Each thrust filled her snug sex. He drove into her harder. Their bodies smacked. Her cries surrounded them. They sounded damn good. So too did the slap of their wet groins meeting on each stroke, but it wasn’t enough. The compulsion to pound into her took over.

  He flipped them. The bed shook as her back hit the mattress and she squeaked, a feminine noise he was determined to hear again.

  “Ian, I…” Her words drifted off on a moan.