Hunted(17)

Her glare became murderous. “You would blame me! Typical man. Nothing but a brute who can’t take responsibility.”

He had to shake his head to try to understand that one. “Can’t take responsibility? Pen, I’m the General of the Tarlèan Army. I assure you, I excel at responsibility.”

Her lips pursed and he thought he’d stumped her, then she opened her mouth. It was never-ending.

“I don’t want you to be at my Claiming this weekend.” She crossed her arms and looked away. Her dismissal of him was like a stinging slap to the face. He didn’t like that. Didn’t like that at all.

Ryon, not to be outdone by her pouting, placed a fist above her shoulder where she stood by the door.

“No, you d--don’t!” she sputtered, trying to duck away. Ryon trapped her with his other fist above her shoulder. When she moved to duck out of his arms, he slammed his hips into hers. No hiding his erection now. Her eyes flew wide at the feel of him and a pretty blush colored her cheeks. He liked the look. It was exactly how she’d looked after he’d made her come. His cock leapt at the thought, remembering the slick feel of her wetness on his fingertips, of her potent scent, which no matter how many times he seemed to wash his hands wouldn’t go away. And when it finally had, he couldn’t hide his disappointment.

“I do not have the patience for this,” he ground out. He could smell her—Lord, why did she have to smell so bloody good? He’d never cared about a woman’s scent before, but hers drove him mad, and worse, it made is ball ache to be emptied.

Without warning, she covered his cock with her hand. Their gazes locked, his heart leaping like galloping stallions down a rocky pass. “What are you—”

He didn’t even get to finish the question before she squeezed him. A gargle sound escaped him. The pleasure spiked through him all at once, stealing the breath from his lungs. Just as quickly, she released him.

“You’re hard,” she stated, matter-of-factly.

What was she playing at? He couldn’t tell, but she was being deceptively cool. And he didn’t like it.

“Quite long, too. The women must like that.”

“You say ‘the women’ like they’re a specific group.” Sweat formed on his brow. Strain flexed his muscles until they were tense. All because of her touch.

What would she do? What did she want?

He wanted her to touch him. He wanted it with such potency he wouldn’t dare admit it. Especially not to her. If she knew what kind of power she had over him…he’d never regain his footing. She was too strong and she needed someone just as strong to match pace with her. That’s why they were perfect together.

“I’m referring to all the women who’ve had the privilege of feeling your big cock pillaging their little quims.” A wry smile tipped her mouth, doing crazy things to his system.

“Soon, you’ll be one of them.” Ryon dropped his head, needing to kiss her. He ground his hips into her—a direct message. But she kept her cheek turned away and her mouth out of reach. If she but gave him a few strokes, he could come.

She gasped at what he said, the sound soft and sexy. Her eyes rolled up to meet his and they dazzled mischievously. “Do you really think so? I’ll have to admit,” she whispered conspiratorially, “I’ve never been with a man so…large.”

His chest puffed up, his ego soaring at her words.

Yes, he thought. My cock will make its mark on you; just as I will.

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” he said, garnering her attention.

She cupped his manhood against, squeezing it until he shuddered. Hard edges scraped down the length of him over his trousers as she teased him with her long nails. Then, she stopped and lay her hand over him again, a gentle covering.

His voice was significantly deeper as he continued. “What I’m worried about, little devil, is seeing if my cock fits in your mouth.”

Her eyes darkened wickedly. He could smell her arousal, the heady erotic scent a potent aphrodisiac. “I thought we’d already discovered that. I remember you fitting quite…snugly.”

His eyes slammed closed at her apt description, an expression of pain crossed his face. “True. But see, we haven’t done the best experiment. If your mouth is as tight as it is now, how are you going to handle all of me?” His cock leapt in her hand and she squeezed him again, sending a flurry of undeniably wonderful pressure to his cock. Unable to keep from kissing her any longer, he leaned down and found her cheek. Her breathing was as erratic as his, he was happy to learn. A sheen of perspiration coated her neck and he doubted it was from the lukewarm heat in the air.