Huntress

by Taft, J L

  “How do you feel about laying down some rules?” she asked quietly. He was obviously okay with casual sex, so he wouldn’t want more than she could give.

  “What did you have in mind?” He was now toying with her fingers, making her heart speed up.

  “No personal questions, no sharing meals, things like that.” Pretty much anything that would make her feel as though this was a real relationship.

  She waited for him to agree. His eyes narrowed but he didn’t drop her hand.

  “So let me get this straight,” his voice was gruff and she couldn’t tell if it was anger or not, “you want me to fuck you and leave?”

  It sounded crude when he put it like that but it was exactly what she wanted. “Yes, that’s what I want.”

  “Okay, I can agree to that,” he finally said but she got the feeling he wasn’t happy about it.

  “What kind of things were you talking about, Trent?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

  His lips turned up at the corners before he answered her.

  “Things like spanking your pretty ass until it’s all warm and pink. Or tying you to a bed and making you come over and over until you scream my name and beg for mercy. Do you have any toys, Fiona?” His voice had gotten lower as he spoke and she felt a shiver run down her back.

  She was momentarily shocked he would talk so freely about such things. She had never been spanked or tied up and she was surprised at how much the idea of it turned her on.

  “I have a vibrator,” she told him, feeling her cheeks go pink.

  His eyes narrowed at her before he asked, “Have you ever done any of those things?”

  She shook her head and watched as his face lit up as if she had given him gold.

  “Would you be willing to try sometime?” he asked.

  “Maybe,” she answered, not sure if she was willing to give up that much control.

  She watched transfixed as he stood, moved away from the bench, jerked her to her feet and then against him. She had time for a quick moan before he covered her mouth with his. Her mind went blank as he took, plundered and consumed her. She was helpless to stop him and at that moment she would have given him almost anything.

  It was terrifying but unstoppable.

  His tongue swirled in to wrap around hers and her knees went weak with desire. She felt his arm clamp around her back and she released her weight to his strength. Slowly he lowered her to the table of her nook. The hard surface under her back lifted her breasts up to crush against his hard chest.

  He rose above her as she lay helplessly below him, mesmerized as he removed his shirt, tossing it aside and then going for her jeans. Making short work of the button and zipper, he whisked them and her panties both off at once.

  Panting, she reached for the end of the table above her, clamping her fingers around the edge. One of his hands roughly shoved her shirt up and over her breasts.

  “You don’t need me to be gentle do you, baby?” he asked as he suddenly sucked a puckered nipple into his mouth.

  She shook her head, her thought process detached from her voice. She wanted him any way he was willing to give himself at the moment.

  He smirked down at her but it was a side of him she was just now becoming accustomed to. It was an open smile but there was something devilish hidden in the depths of his look. Something that called to her on a level she had buried for far too long.

  It scared the shit out of her.

  But it only added to the intensity of the moment.

  He lowered his head and kissed his way down her neck, nipping gently when he got to her collarbone.

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned when he bit a little harder on her shoulder.

  “Like that?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” she groaned.

  “I can do something else that you will like even more, I think.” He didn’t give her a chance to consider his words before he flipped her over on the table. He guided her gently and then helped her out of her shirt.

  Fiona felt his gaze travel down her back then down over her naked ass. His hands came to her hips, gripping them tightly.

  “You look amazing like this,” he whispered roughly. “Spread your legs wider.”

  There was a commanding tone in his voice and she obeyed without thinking about it.

  “Put your hands above your head, Fiona.”

  When she had done what he demanded she felt her breasts pressing into the hard wood of the table. It was erotic to be posed in a way she knew he really liked. She could hear his breathing getting heavier above her.

  Trent’s warm hands slid from her hips up her sides and then her ribs. He stopped when he got to the sensitive undersides of her arms. His fingers went to her hair and she felt him separate it into pieces and loosely braid it to hang in the center of her back.

  The feel of his hands manipulating her hair was wonderful and she relaxed against the table.

  He moved away and then his hand came down swiftly on her left ass cheek. It cracked when it hit and she felt the sting of it settle in and get momentarily worse in the few seconds afterward.

  But then there was a warm heat spreading across her ass, and her pussy quivered in response.

  The first slap had caught her by surprise but she was ready for the second one. His hand came down on the other side and she couldn’t stop the short shout that escaped her lips.

  “Do you like that, baby?” he asked her, his voice low and rough. “It looks so good from where I’m standing.”

  Fiona nodded.

  “Tell me if you like it,” he demanded.

  “Yes, I like it!” she finally got out.

  He rained a few more quick slaps down on her and then flipped her back over on the table.

  The cool wood felt amazing on her overheated rear and she gripped the table above her head harder.

  She heard the grate of his zipper as he released his cock from his pants.

  Frantic now, with her body throbbing, she let go of the table to sit up and shove his jeans down when he took a second too long. She struggled, he let her, a smile on his face and his arms braced on either side of her, trapping her between his hard body and the table.

  She managed to get his jeans down to mid-thigh before she gave up. Taking her hands, he placed them to grasp the edge of the table again, growling out, “You’re going to need to hold on to that.”

  She could do no more than nod. Taking a foil packet from his pocket, he rolled the condom on quickly. Grabbing her hips, he held her still as he shoved into her. A loud scream of pleasure was ripped from her throat.

  He stayed that way, holding his body tense as she convulsed around his rock-hard cock. Her hips tried to buck and grind against him but he held her in a steely-tight grip.

  When her explosions subsided to tremors he moved his hands up to pop her breasts up out of her bra. Tweaking and rolling her pink nipples, he pulled all the way out and paused, driving her insane. When it became too much and the tension was tight within her bowed body he plunged back in, over and over, harder and deeper until she didn’t know where he stopped and she began.

  His groans got louder, the table shook beneath the force of his thrusts and she only begged for more. Even when she was sure the whole house must be moving with them she pleaded until her body crested and she hung suspended then crashed in huge waves as Trent groaned his release through gritted teeth.

  He stood over her for several minutes until she felt her nerves coming back and she suddenly understood she was quickly becoming addicted to him. Sitting up, he fell out and moved to the kitchen garbage to dispose of the condom before zipping himself back up. She stood and grabbed her jeans, sliding into them quickly.

  Trent yawned suddenly and she looked at the clock. It was after one in the morning. She needed some space to kick herself for agreeing to this crazy plan. It was bound to end badly for her.

  “You are welcome to the couch for the rest of the night. I’m going up to bed,” she told him firmly. />
  His eyebrows went up but he said, “Thanks, I’ll take you up on that. I’m too tired to drive back home tonight.”

  Curiosity burned within her and she wanted to ask about what he did and where he lived but she couldn’t very well violate her own rules. Especially not ten minutes after she had set them.

  Gathering her clothing, Fiona retreated upstairs, took a shower and lay in bed. She shouldn’t have offered him the couch. Just knowing he was so close was enough to keep her from sleeping. At least now she didn’t have to worry about using her spell on him.

  Exhaustion finally overtook her and her eyes closed.

  Chapter Seven

  Trent lay staring at the ceiling of Fiona’s living room an hour later. Her couch was too small and he couldn’t get his big frame comfortable on it. What he really wanted to do was go up the stairs and fall into bed with her. He didn’t even need sex. He just wanted to feel her close and that scared the shit out of him.

  He had agreed to her silly rules only because he realized she was terrified about someone learning her secret. If his granny was right. The more time he spent with Fiona, the more he realized it had to be true.

  There was something extra in her eyes. It was right there in front of him and all he had to do was look.

  Their conversation from earlier ran through his mind. He had promised they would talk about what he had been thinking about. He hoped she would go for it.

  Just the thought of tying her hands and having her at his mercy made his cock spring to life. Groaning and punching the pillow under his head, he shifted again, trying to ease the pain between his legs.

  A sudden scream ripped throughout the house. He stumbled from the couch and up the stairs, reaching Fiona in seconds. She let loose another long scream and he ducked just in time as a book flew toward his head.

  He halted in the doorway in shock as he got a good look at what was happening. Other things were flying about the room—a vase and flowers, a piece of clothing, more books.

  But she wasn’t tossing them with her hands. They were clutching the sheets beside her in a death grip.

  Trent ducked and slid and made it to her side no worse for wear. He reached for her shoulders. He shook her, thinking she was still asleep until he looked in her eyes. They were wide open but distant and a cold chill went down his back.

  This was more than a nightmare. He shook her harder, calling her name, knowing she wasn’t seeing him or the room around her.

  “Fiona? Fiona!” Suddenly she went limp and he caught her in his arms before she toppled off the side of the bed. Brushing the hair from her face, he stared down at her. Trent watched as she blinked and the distance faded from her eyes and panic replaced it.

  “What are you doing in here?” she asked, pushing against his chest. He let her go but he didn’t move far.

  “That was some nightmare you were having,” he said. Even though he was sure it had been more than that.

  Her eyes widened and she drew back even farther from him. “What happened?”

  Trent was torn. Did he tell her he knew she was telekinetic and a witch? Or did he keep with the rules they had set that night and let it go? Before he could change his mind he gestured to the books and things that were strewn all over the place.

  Fiona looked around in shock. Her stack of books, clothing and a number of other things were all scattered about the floor. She didn’t remember doing it but she was sure she had given herself away.

  Trent stared at her and she was surprised to see no accusation in his eyes. He wasn’t looking at her as if she was a freak. The only thing coloring his features was concern. Nevertheless she still wasn’t willing to risk it.

  “Fiona? Are you all right?” His voice was deep and gravelly.

  “I’m okay, Trent,” she told him weakly.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked as he brushed the hair back from her face.

  Did she want to talk about it? So much for their rules. But after this incident she was sure they wouldn’t need them. He would be gone. She shook her head, turning her face away.

  “Fiona? I know about what you’ve been hiding,” Trent told her gently.

  “Know what exactly?” she whispered.

  “That you’re telekinetic.”

  She sighed, realizing it had only been a matter of time before he found out and that time was up.

  “Does it matter?” she asked him, watching his face closely.

  He seemed confused, his forehead drawing together. “No,” he finally answered, “why would it matter?”

  She didn’t see any of the reactions she had expected on his face and she was suddenly so tired she couldn’t think straight.

  Fiona felt her eyes closing against her will. “Can we talk in the morning, Trent?” she forced herself to ask.

  “Of course.” He helped her lie back down and tucked her in. Her eyes were closed but she sensed him start to move away.

  “Trent?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Would you stay with me?” She scooted over on the bed to give him room.

  He didn’t move for a full minute then came to the bed and slid in next to her. She didn’t know what was going on but it felt good to not be alone.

  Trent rolled and wrapped his arms around her. Just before she fell asleep she heard him say, “Yeah, I’ll stay.”

  Trent held Fiona for a long time. He couldn’t sleep. He didn’t know why he had even asked her about having an affair with him. Especially after his granny had warned him to stay away from her.

  He didn’t like the idea that some choices were out of his hands. But he was drawn to her in a way he had never felt before. She held her secrets close, never letting anyone get under her skin. He hoped telling her he knew she was telekinetic would ease some of her worries.

  She wouldn’t have to hide it from him if he already knew. He got the feeling she didn’t tell anyone about her gifts. She had chosen a career that left her alone and now he knew her better he understood why.

  If he was honest with himself he didn’t like that she hid anything from him. He wanted to know her secrets. Which was exactly what she didn’t want.

  The last few months he had used his scars to keep people at bay. He didn’t want to see the pity and the disgust in their eyes when they looked at him. But Fiona had done neither of those things. She had stared for a moment that first night but all he had seen was curiosity and then the needed lust.

  He thought he had ruined his chances for anything long-term with a woman when that grenade had gone off. He wasn’t the smooth-talking pretty boy he had been in his youth.

  The scars on his face were the only visible damage but there was more to it than that. The events of the mission had shaken his confidence and made him doubt where his path lay. It was a new experience for him. He had always known the military was his road to travel and now that it was gone he wasn’t sure what to do.

  But Fiona needed him right now and deep down he was still the same man who jumped in feetfirst without worrying about the danger and the consequences.

  First thing in the morning he was going to pay his granny another visit. He had a feeling she knew more than she was telling him. Plus he needed to be sure it was okay for him to take Fiona to her.

  Even if Fiona wasn’t going to acknowledge it, she needed help. There was something going on here. That much was obvious to him. He didn’t look too closely at why it was obvious, he just knew. Call it experience, call it training. But he had enough missions in his life to trust his instincts.

  He didn’t think Granny would mind talking to her but he didn’t want to assume it and have her be upset with him. It never paid to have Granny pissed at him.

  Trent shifted and rolled to his back. Fiona turned to him and laid her head on his shoulder. Her hair spread out over his chest and he ran his fingers through it. It was soft and silky and he played with it gently until he finally drifted off to sleep.

  * * * * *

  Fiona slep
t late. It had always taken a lot out of her when she used her power as she had last night. What scared her was that she didn’t remember doing it. It had never happened before.

  Something was taking over her dreams and she was helpless to stop it.

  She rolled over in bed and noticed that Trent was no longer next to her. The pillow was cold but she could still smell him on the fabric.

  She lay staring at the ceiling. Soon snippets of the nightmare came back to her. It had almost been like watching a movie.

  Fiona strained, trying to remember what had happened. There had been a woman, blonde and pretty, walking down a darkened street alone. She had been carrying a briefcase and her steps had been weary.

  Fiona sucked in a deep breath as the scene played out. She felt a presence, something dark and evil that had made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Whatever was out there it was stalking the blonde woman.

  The woman turned a corner into a pitch-black alley and Fiona shook her head. No, no, don’t go that way!

  But it was too late. The creature looked like a man, a beautiful man, but she knew the truth. He came up behind the woman silently and gripped her around the waist. She struggled briefly until he soothed her and she went limp against him.

  Fiona watched from someplace far away as his pearly fangs sank into her neck. The woman moaned and her back arched as he sucked the life out of her.

  When he was finished he let the woman slide down his body to the ground. Then he seemed to look directly at Fiona with deep-red eyes. He smiled and wiped the blood from his mouth.

  Fiona screamed and jerked herself out of her memories abruptly.

  It might have only been a dream but it still terrified her.

  Getting out of bed, she headed for the shower and a day of writing. When she got downstairs she found coffee already made for her and a note from Trent on the counter. He had gone to see his grandmother and would be back later in the afternoon to see her.

  She didn’t want to feel so happy that he would be back but she couldn’t help it. She tried not to look closely at how nice it was to have someone do something for her. Lord, she was starved for affection if something as simple as making her coffee had her going all mushy inside.