Hands gripping her hair, he urged her closer. The silent demand reflected her wants. She opened her mouth and drew him deep, as far as she could. She groaned around the thick cock stretching her lips. The unique flavor of her Huntsman had the potential to intoxicate her. Already, lightheadedness threatened. She grabbed his thighs to steady her swaying body. Poised above him, she had him right where she wanted him. She wouldn’t let the opportunity pass.
She curled her tongue around him, licking the head she held grasped in her mouth. Another swirl, and more of his smoky, rich flavor overloaded her senses. It wasn’t enough. She widened her mouth and sucked until he hit the back of her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in, something she’d never experienced before, but no man she’d ever had in this position had been as large as Calan.
Slow, deep breaths through her nose eased the automatic response to the thick cock lodged deep.
He massaged her scalp. “That feels good but ease back. I’m too much for you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Not if she could help it. Harley wrapped her hand over the length of his erection and stroked from its base to where her lips held him. His groan encouraged her, and she fisted him, working the section of his exposed cock. More of his delicious taste flooded her mouth. The muscles of her throat relaxed. With the next push of his hips, she swallowed him.
Her eyelids fluttered on a guttural moan.
So. Damn. Good.
She let his length slide over her tongue until only her lips held the head. A peek at the man watching her, and she grinned around the silken-steel rod in her mouth. Wonder and lust created an awed expression on his face. Seeing it cracked her heart open. Love rushed up, reaffirming what she’d already suspected she’d felt for him.
Maybe it was too soon, but he’d saved her. Desired her. Cared enough about her to save her family. Despite the ugliness inside her.
She fisted his shaft near his balls. He followed her with his gaze, waiting on what she’d do—exactly how she wanted him. She dragged her mouth off his cock. His shudder encouraged her to slow her movements. Inch by inch, she released him. His head fell back on a groan.
Eager to savor every last drop, she licked her lips. Never had she tasted anything like Calan’s precum. As unique as the man, it promised to captivate her. Since she didn’t plan on walking away from him, she didn’t mind the addiction he posed.
Actually, she wanted to get as drunk on him as he promised to do for her. She forced her thoughts from her dreams of waking him every morning with her mouth on his cock to the erection she held and what they were doing.
The veined length glistened from where she’d sucked him deep. She bent her head and licked, root to head, and all the way around until not an inch remained untouched. She continued to explore, licking and sucking, nibbling and nipping. He rewarded her efforts with vulgar curses that only excited her more. The rough tugging of his hands in her hair, the quicker thrusts of his hips, and the swelling of the shaft in her mouth clued her in easily to the state of his excitement. Much more, and she’d get his release.
She pulled her mouth free and climbed off the bed.
“Harley.” Not a warning. No, the command in the roughly spoken word demanded her obedience.
She grinned and moved several feet away. A glance over her shoulder found Calan propped on one elbow watching her. Perfect. She popped the button on her pants and shimmied out of the too-tight jeans she hadn’t worn in years. She’d developed a healthy dose of curves since her teenage years. Going by the lustful gazes she’d gotten, the guys around her appreciated them.
The colorful curse from the man she’d left on the bed told her he felt the same way. Hearing it heightened her arousal. She wanted to be beautiful in Calan’s eyes so he’d never regret saving her.
She kicked the jeans aside.
For a split second, she debated—thong or bra? Considering he’d come from an era when women hadn’t worn either, at least not the lacy ensemble she’d chosen, she pivoted, giving him a perfect view of the black strip of satin dipping between her butt cheeks.
“Harley.” Lust gave her not-so-feminine name a husky quality.
Shivers raced over her skin. She peered over her shoulder and flashed him a knowing smile. “Do you like what you see?”
His gaze left hers and skimmed a heated path down her back to where the strip of fabric that deadened men’s brain cells disappeared. A long, shaky breath escaped his lips.
“Yeah. I like.” He flicked his gaze to focus on the edge of her bra. “Want it off.”
The clipped sentences and the straining muscles in his arms betrayed his struggle not to close the distance and rip it off her himself. Seeing the effort it took him to resist doing so did it for her, plain and simple. She turned her head to hide the pleased grin.
Reaching around her back, she unhooked the bra but held the front up with one hand. With the other, she slowly dragged the strap over her shoulder. At the end, she let it flop. She reversed her hands and repeated the motion. On another controlled pivot, she faced him, waited until he focused on her chest and let the material fall.
“Beautiful. So beautiful.”
His whisper filled her up. She couldn’t stop the smile in response to the compliment. She dropped her gaze before he guessed at how much it meant to hear it coming from Calan, the one man who’d seen the ugly chaos inside her.
She hooked her thumbs under the edge of her panties and slid them over her hips. Gravity took over. They fell, and she flicked them away with her foot.
He crawled to the edge of the mattress. His choppy hair hung forward, obscuring most of his face, but blue eyes blazed behind the curtain of brown strands. His cock pointed toward her, the swollen head slickened.
In the back of her mind, she recognized the danger of teasing the son of Arawn, Lord of the Underworld, but she wanted Calan wild. The sweet, reverent touches he’d delivered were nice and ones she’d treasure another time. Tonight, she wanted him to claim her as he’d promised to do before he changed his mind. Or wised up.
She probably should feel guilty for wanting to lock him to her. She didn’t. He was hers. He’d said so himself. Harley was merely ensuring her right to keep him, or so she rationalized her actions. Truth was, she didn’t feel worthy of him and feared what would happen when he realized it.
Naked, she dropped to her knees on the incredibly soft rug. “Come here.” She curled her fingers. “Fuck my mouth. Make me take your come.”
His eyes widened, but the heaving of his chest told her she’d guessed right. Gambling on another, she said, “Claim me and make sure no other can take what belongs to you.”
In a lithe move, he climbed off the bed. He straightened to his full height, and a wave of awe at the sight of Calan standing there in all his naked glory swept over her.
Huge. Powerful. Primal.
The words pinged inside her head.
One step in front of the other, he advanced on her, chin lowered and eyes burning her with their intensity. He stopped inches away, his cock in her face. With a rough tug, he pulled her hair. She had no choice but to meet his gaze.
“You want this? You want me to take my pleasure from you?”
She nodded. “Please.”
He rubbed his thumb over the corner of her mouth. “Thank you, my flower. I will give it back to you tenfold.” Using the hold he had on her, he lined up his cock to her mouth. “Now open, my mate, and let me use you.”
Chapter Thirteen
The gods had smiled upon him. He wouldn’t have been surprised if his stepmother, the goddess of love, hadn’t created Harley specifically for him. The softer emotions the thought brought, however, faded with the first swipe of Harley’s tongue along the length of his dick.
She licked him, root to tip, teasing the ridge around the head with each pass. Her appreciative moans added to her quicker pace. It was nice, made his cock hard and his balls draw up, but he wanted her to suck him deep and work him until he exploded.
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bsp; He fisted her silken mass of curls. With his other hand, he gripped his shaft and fed it into Harley’s open mouth, needing to be in charge of the moment. The controlled push stretched her lips. His cock slid over her tongue, deeper and deeper, into the wet, warm, and welcoming haven she provided. The head met the back of her throat. He waited a moment, ensuring she didn’t feel any discomfort, and eased in more of his length. She breathed shallowly through her nose and relaxed her muscles.
He was thankful for the ability to touch her mind. He’d left himself open to her and had felt her discomfort earlier. The knowledge that she hadn’t let it stop her from worshipping him made the rightness of what they were doing grow. She would make him a perfect partner and lover.
Harley groaned around the hard flesh in her mouth. His thoughts skittered away. Passion took over. Calan pulled back, enjoying the wet slide over his dick, and pushed in without a moment wasted. In and out, he thrust shallowly, to the point where he tapped against the back of her mouth with every stroke.
The sensation of her mouth working him took him to the brink, but he wanted to savor her gift a little longer. She sucked as he thrust, curled her tongue as he withdrew. Moans, whimpers, and the bite of her nails in his ass turned the experience into one of heaven on earth.
He released the firm hold he had on her hair and cupped her face. Soft skin, rosy lips, and the brush of her eyelashes against her pale skin—the details imprinted on his mind.
So beautiful.
His siren, his mate, his lover.
“Harley, my Harley.” He slid his hands to her shoulders and took what she offered.
He fucked her mouth with quick short thrusts. She met his drives, sucking and licking. Tingles started at the base of his neck. She tilted her head, teasing him with a circling sweep of her tongue as she moved and drew him all the way in. Her throat closed around his dick, squeezing and milking. An electric pulse raced down his spine to his balls. They tightened, his release imminent. He fought it.
Sweat dripped off his forehead. His muscles tensed, and he trembled under the force it took to resist the orgasm she was determined to rip from him. The low hum that crawled up her throat made the struggle worthwhile.
“Fuck, Harley.” He held her head between his hands and gave her his pleasure. His release jerked his cock, rushing up the length and spilling down her throat. He groaned, never wanting the pulse or her greedy sucking to end.
She swallowed every last drop.
Breathing hard, he staggered and struggled not to topple over. Her nails pressed into his backside gave him a focus point. He locked his knees and concentrated on Harley and the motion of her tongue. Slow licks around and over his sensitive length hardened him again. She eased back, a surprised look on her face.
She’d learn he was nothing like a human male. He could fuck her, over and over, all damn night, and not tire of his mate.
He brushed his thumb over her swollen lips. “Thank you, flower.”
A pleased smile spread over her face. She reminded him of a goddess—his goddess. “Mmm, you’re welcome.”
Calan pulled her to her feet and captured her mouth. The taste of his come on her sweet lips tore a groan from his throat. He licked the recesses of her mouth, the combination of the flavors heady and addicting.
Stories repeated in his head of the fairies from the time when the race had been beloved to all. They were known to be the greatest lovers but also the most dangerous to tangle with. They could ensnare any male with their flavor, their kisses, their passion. He’d dismissed the tales then. After the experience Harley had just given him, he finally believed the legends.
He was caught. Didn’t care either. He’d willingly worship Harley for an eternity.
Still locked in the wild melding of their mouths, he swept Harley into his arms and made his way to the bed. She clasped her hands around his neck, pulling herself closer and pushing her full breasts into his chest. He savored the impression of her soft flesh against his hard muscles for a long moment. Breaking their lip lock, he caught her gaze: half-lidded, drowsy, and lustful.
“Did you enjoy your moment of power over me?”
She frowned. The confused expression pulling her brows down satisfied him.
He kissed the tip of her dainty nose. “You’ve gotten a taste of the lover you’ve accepted. Now…” He tossed her onto the bed. Wide-eyed, she scrambled back. He crawled between her spread thighs and pressed a hand to her stomach. Poised at her warm, wet center, his dick jerked in eager anticipation. “Now, it’s time to accept your Huntsman’s claim.”
With that, he thrust into his personal heaven. She welcomed him inside in an intimate kiss only his mate could give him. Her pleasure washed over him along with her shocked cry. She gripped his arms and lifted her hips to accept him. He pulled back and drove more of his shaft in to her.
“Tight,” he panted. “So tight.”
She whimpered in response and writhed over the head of his cock captured between her lower lips. “Calan. More.”
He added a rolling press to his next push. Another driving screw, and he worked his length completely inside her strangling core. The rippling muscles massaging his cock conformed and molded to him. He eased the rigid length out. The drag of her gripping inner muscles over his veined shaft built the urge to move faster, to pound into her and ease the pressure building in his dick. Legs spread wide, her invitation to do exactly that tempted him.
Soon, soon. With the way her sex quivered, he wouldn’t last long. Their first time would complete his half of the bond. He wouldn’t rush it.
He propped himself on his elbows and leaned over her. The move pushed the head of his dick to the mouth of her womb. He held still and kissed her, allowing her a moment to adjust to his complete invasion and to feel the connection they shared.
Harley laid a trembling hand to his cheek and lifted one leg over his, skimming her foot along the back of his thigh. They kissed slowly, enjoying the moment, but lust flared. Their teeth banged. The gentle twining of their tongues quickened.
He nipped her lips to add her sweet, tangy blood to their wicked kiss. She did the same. The smoky evidence of the fires of Hell that marked him for what he was mixed with the volatile, spicy sign of her tainted heritage. The result sent a whipping burn through him, igniting every damn inch of his body and pushing him to the edge of paradise.
Calan shifted his hips and thrust into her. The slam shook her body. He swallowed her shuddered gasp and drove harder, faster. Her whimpers filled his mind. She wrapped her legs around him, heels pressed into his ass.
He fucked her with everything he had, taking her higher, pushing her to experience heaven in his arms. He would give it to her, every time she allowed him inside her body. Her pleasure, his—it was one and the same.
An orgasm whipped through her without warning. One moment, the tiny ripples stroked him. The next, a tight clamp demanded he join her in an erotic completion. Not yet, not yet. He buried his face against her neck and rode out her release.
His name echoed around them on a guttural cry. He closed his eyes, shocked by how much hearing her pleasure affected him. Before the last of her orgasm eased, he moved. Quivering waves danced along his length as he withdrew.
“You’re killing me.” Countless years of meaningless sex had taught him control. Harley threatened to destroy it. He breathed deeply and took hold of his lust.
He sat back on bent legs, draping hers over his thighs. She linked her ankles behind him without prompting. The position lessened the depth he could reach, but not the pleasure. Joined as they were, he could stroke the upper, more sensitive section of her sex. He settled his hands on her hips and used his hold on her body to counter the rolling drives of his cock. Her eyes widened, the look of wonder on her face a wonderful sight. He flashed her the same knowing smile she’d used on him.
He too knew how to satisfy a lover. His confinement hadn’t erased any of his memories. He was determined to use everything he’d learned fro
m the nameless females he’d fucked over his youth to keep that awed expression on his mate’s face for an eternity.
“Again. Do that again.”
Her command tore a chuckle from him, but he gave her what she demanded. He stroked over the inner spot he knew would send her over. A rippling wave skipped over his length. Her spine arched, and her head fell back on a moan. He changed the depth, denying her the orgasm, and drove harder into her.
Faster he worked her, until breathy whimpers fell from her mouth. Each time her sex tightened, he dragged her back from careening into ecstasy. She scratched at his skin, tugged on his arms, back, anything she could reach. Tears leaked from her eyes, a glistening sheen coated her skin, and rapid breaths lifted her full breasts. He took in the sight, and his satisfaction grew. He loved seeing Harley wild and untamed.
With a hand around her throat to feel the racing pulse under his palm, he pounded into her, shaking her body, but between one heartbeat and the next, her core clenched over his driving length. His eyes rolled back in his head. His balls drew up, and his release rushed down his dick.
He jerked back, slipping his cock out of her tightening glove before he exploded, and hung his head. Rough breaths filled his lungs with the scent of sex, oranges, and spice. Sweet, tangy… His.
“Damn you.” She shoved against his chest. “Why did you stop?”
“Patience.” He cupped her face between his hands and stared deeply into her eyes. She would know the depth of his commitment before their loving ended. “I’m making love to you.”
Nose scrunched, she shot daggers at him. “No. Fuck me. Now.”
He flashed her a lopsided grin. “Isn’t this the same thing?”
She snapped her teeth together on a growl. The sound skipped down his spine, jerking his dick. “You know it’s not.”
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