Therian Prize(58)
“Pounding the pavement hasn’t accomplished anything, so I’ve chosen a different strategy.”
“Which is?”
“Heather’s best friend is going to motivate my stubborn daughter to come home where she belongs.”
Zophiel smiled. It was easy to read between the lines. “And is this best friend willing motivation or is this going to get messy?”
Nate’s chin went up a notch. He obviously wasn’t used to justifying his actions. “She’s a member of my pack so it doesn’t matter how messy it gets. I wasn’t given a specific deadline so why are you harassing me?”
She needed to be careful. He couldn’t guess that she wasn’t a simple human messenger or this game could become a lot more dangerous than she intended. “Do you need a deadline?” She planted her fists on her hips and tilted her head. “Perhaps you’re one of those people who work better under pressure.”
“And perhaps you’re one of those women who work better under a man.” He grabbed her upper arms and lifted her to the desk, forcing her legs apart as he stepped between them. “Are you as wet as you smell?”
God, she couldn’t remember the last time anyone had gotten her heart pounding. She might despise traitors but her body didn’t seem to care. Nate was arrogant, crude and easily overpowered. Of course, he didn’t know she could throw him across the room with one hand.
“Doesn’t matter. You’ll never find out.”
He pulled her arms behind her back and held them there with one hand. “Is that so?” She tugged against his grip, pleased by the strength in his long fingers. He pushed her skirt up until her panties were visible then slipped his middle finger underneath. “Wow. Is all this for me?”
“In your dreams.” She twisted her hips, which rubbed her slick folds against his invading finger.
Without warning, he grasped the crotch of her panties and stepped back long enough to drag them off. He freed her hands in the process and she started to climb down, but those long, strong fingers curved around her throat. He couldn’t actually hurt her but his boldness sent a fresh wave of lust rippling through her body.
“Grab your knees and hold yourself open or I’ll have you tied to my bed.”
What if she wanted to be tied to his bed? She started to make the suggestion, but Nate was a bully. If she gave in he’d probably lose interest. “This is not why I came here.”
“Really?” He used his free hand to unzip her sweater and unfasten her bra. He left the garments in place, seeming to like her disheveled appearance. “Then why wear such a short skirt or a top with easy access?”
“Any woman who wears a short skirt is asking for it?”
He leaned in and grinned. “If your clothes scream ‘fuck me’ you can’t act surprised when someone takes you up on the offer.” She shoved against his chest and kicked her legs but it only made him laugh. “Keep it up. I’m enjoying the view.”
Her breasts jiggled and her sex was revealed each time her thighs came apart. She stilled and pressed her thighs together, her hands still splayed against his chest. “Let me go.” She made her voice sound cold and insistent but her blood was beginning to boil. Danger, even the illusion of danger, was incredibly arousing.
“I don’t want to.”
She let tears fill her eyes then quickly blinked them back. “If I…let you do this, will you let me go?”
“Eventually.”
“No. Once. I’ll let you screw me once and then you let me go.”
He laughed and pulled her off the desk. Turning her around, he bent her forward and pressed his erection against her ass. “You don’t have to let me do anything. If I want inside you, all I have to do is spread your legs.”
“Then get it over with,” she snapped. She rubbed against him, glad he couldn’t see her grin.
With suspiciously practiced motions, he dragged her sweater off and then used her bra to bind her wrists at the small of her back. “If you keep provoking me, I’ll have a couple of my hunters help me teach you some manners. Have you ever been fucked by three men at the same time? It’s a little overwhelming at first, but I bet we can still make you like it.”
She held perfectly still, pretending to be shocked and terrified. In reality memories were swirling through her mind. It had been decades since she’d allowed herself such excess. Situations were easier to control while she held the dominant role, so she generally played it safe.
“I don’t want that,” she whispered, but the thought alone had her teetering on the brink of orgasm. Three men all at once? Six rough hands, three hungry mouths and three hard cocks thrusting, filling, using her?