Hunted(7)

Ryon closed the final inches separating them, giving her all the time in the world to move away. Her stomach was a jumble of nerves. She still had yet to decide what she was going to do if he actually tried to kiss her.

Then it came. Warm lips grazed the corner of her mouth. He turned a touch into it, smearing his lips across her, a brush of heat that was there, then gone so quickly she might have imagined it.

“Say my name.” He spoke in a harsh voice.

This game between them had never gone this far before. To give in to him would be to lose. She had too much at stake to risk.

“Say my name,” he repeated much slower and with more force than before.

Her legs trembled. “General.”

This was her other problem with Ryon. With the simplest of touches he had her panting and ready to submit. Liquid heat pooled between her legs as tensions grew. She wouldn’t live her life under the thumb of a dominant man. Not like her mother had. If Penelope did one thing right in her life it was this. She could not be with Ryon. He didn’t know how to give an inch, let alone give her the kind of freedom she needed to thrive.

There was a ruthless tug on her nipple. She couldn’t fight a moan as pleasure warmed her skin.

He was winning. Slowly she was slipping under the spell of his seductive touch. He kneaded her breast while he held her close, lips strikingly close. If only they swayed together they would be dancing.

She had to even the odds.

With a sudden turn, she spun and planted her arse against his groin.

They both gasped.

His hands latched onto her hips as he thrust forward once, hard. His cock was a thick shaft pulsing against her. He was so large—her sex dripped at the thought of him sliding deep inside her.

Ryon grunted in response before his arms closed in around her. He touched her everywhere, hands sweeping up to capture her breasts and pull at her nipples, before sliding down past her hips then up her spine. Again and again he repeated the torture, his touch burning pathways across her heated flesh.

Her mind turned foggy with haze. Pleasure overwhelmed her body bringing out the animal inside her. She wanted so badly for his hand to slip between her legs and touch the moist folds of her sex. A part of her that only she touched. Ever since their shared kiss two years ago, she’d not let another touch man touch her. She couldn’t bear the thought of any man touching her—any man but Ryon.

Must take control, she reminded herself.

Her arse pumped against his cock, working him. The thrill of tempting him and knowing she was driving him out of control was the headiest sensation.

“Are you really going to fight to claim me?” The question she thought had been buried in her psyche suddenly came out.

Ryon kissed her neck sending a cascade of shivers down her spine. Then he opened his mouth further and the sharp press of his teeth prodded her neck. Whoever won the claiming would not only mate with the chosen female, but keep her forever as his own.

“You know I will,” he said confidently, his voice having gone deep and raspy. “No one can stop me.”

No doubts in his mind. No questions. The loyalty was both humbling and a touch frightening.

“This weeks’ end, we’ll be doing this without clothes between us, Pen. Just you and me. I’m finally going to taste all of you.”

Panting, her breaths came out choppy. Her head fell back against his shoulder, giving him even more room to kiss her neck and shoulders. “So certain you’ll win?” she countered.

His grabbed her hips in a brutal clasp. “I know it.”

Her sex was worked up and blood rushing with excitement. His words connected erotic imagery of him claiming her. The claiming was a rough and wild ride. To do it with Ryon…

“I can’t stand it,” he growled in her ear. “You’re wet and I can smell it drenching you.” He almost sounded angry at her. Like he wanted to punish her for arousing him. “I have to touch you. Give me permission.”

“To do what?” she breathed, no longer able to keep her eyes open.

One hot hand slid down her stomach over the sequined costume. The leotard ran tight between her legs. In an instant he cupped her there—hard and firm, fingers enfolding her sex. Hot spasms twitched as he caressed her. She teetered on the verge of something searing and explosive.

“To make you come.”

A single finger trailed over her sensitive flesh. Even with the barest of pressure, she quivered in need. What would it feel like to have skin on skin contact? Maybe she’d combust and the whole kingdom would hear her cries.

“I’ll make you come right here, right now, Pen. Just allow me…” he said, his deep voice hypnotic. “Tell me yes, that you want me.”