Hunted by Herne (Otherkind Kink: Horned gods Book 1)

by Stella Inox

  She felt empty and needed something hard inside her.

  He watched her reactions attentively, and when he dropped his head to take her nipple between his white teeth, squeezing it through her tank top, she whined, a high needy sound.

  “This hunt need not end here” he said almost conversationally, breaking off from tormenting her breast. “You have something I want” he went on, pressing his hardness against the giving softness between her legs, making his point.

  “You’ll let me go?” she managed to gasp. “If I fuck you, you’ll let me go?” To be honest, her body was so fired up, even if he said no, she might still sleep with him.

  “If you give me a night of pleasure, I’ll give you a choice” he declared, “I could finish you, here and now, or offer you an option that could lead back to your world, or keep you here with me. But it’s your choice.”

  Holy crappola. A sexed up horned god was giving her the choice to fuck him or die.

  She wanted to celebrate and she also wanted to beat the crap out of him. If he’d offered before the stupid hunt, she wouldn’t be terrified to death, filthy and knackered. He also wouldn’t have had to blackmail her. She’d been so astonished when she met him that she likely would have dropped her panties in a heartbeat. She genuinely didn’t know whether to rejoice or get angry. When he pressed that hard, leather covered cock against her again though, she settled on a combination of both.

  He released her hands and placed his own beside her head, taking his full weight on his propped up arms. He rose above her and used the extra leverage to rub rhythmically against her thinly covered clit, the hard pressure of him driving her wild with desire.

  “Do you yield?” he asked slyly.

  “Yes” she moaned between gritted teeth, pushing closer to him to maintain the delicious feeling.

  “Good” he said and got off her without a word. She was left lying on the ground, flushed and disoriented, until he hauled her up by an arm.

  He dragged her, stumbling and staggering over the uneven ground, to the rocks at the base of the hill. He led her down a path which terminated in a stunning hidden clearing, surrounded by carved walls and wild, astonishing growths of trees and shrubs.

  He guided her with a firm hand, threading through the clusters of wild greenery and along a path that led to the entrance of a cave.

  It was obviously his dwelling, and a palatial one at that.

  She face palmed. She’d been running towards her doom, not away from it.

  Just inside the mouth was a hot spring and Carin could see rooms and seating areas further in.

  He shoved her towards the spring.

  “Wash” he ordered. “I am not of mind to take you when you’re filthy and covered in sweat.”

  Outrage so profound it left her speechless was the one reason they she didn’t tear him a new one. If she was mucky and smelly, it was his fault! But by the time she calmed enough to scream her fury at the bastard; he was already half way across the cavern.

  “When you’re done, make your way to my bedchamber there”, he murmured, pointing with a hand as he walked past what seemed to be the entrance. “I have some issues to take care of and will return soon” and with that parting comment he vanished into the back.

  Chapter Six

  She stripped off her filthy attire and jumped into the steaming water. She moaned in pleasure as the heat soaked into aching muscles. Discovering a floral-scented creamy liquid at the side of the spring, she appreciatively scrubbed every inch of her tired body.

  The dirt streamed away and she felt better almost immediately, as if the water had healing properties.

  By the time she got out, an hour or so later, her muscles were flexible and energized again, and even the small cuts on her feet had closed and vanished.

  She looked at her grubby clothing with twisted grimace; she really didn’t want to put that on again. Looking around, her eyes up lit up when she spotted a cloak. That would do. She grabbed it and made her way into the bedroom, marching like a soldier to a doomed battle.

  His bed was huge and covered with dark furs.

  Carin sat on the edge of the sumptuous platform, skin twitching. She was nervous. Now that this moment had come, her hasty bargain with the Fae Hunter seemed the pinnacle of stupidity.

  She was his to use as he wished. She’d prepared herself, bathing and wearing nothing under the cloak she’d found, except for the heavy golden torc that she still couldn’t take off. She was determined to have this over and done with as soon as possible.

  Sitting there waiting, she pondered on how this had come to pass, and had to shrug. She weighed her savaged pride against her own life, and couldn’t bring herself to regret the bargain.

  Her body wanted his, even though her head screamed that allowing this to happen was an idiocy that she may live to regret for a long time to come. Still, she’d made her bed and now was the time to lie in it. Ha.

  The door opened and she raised her head warily, watching Herne stride into the room, light shining off the gleaming horns that rose from his head. He was still wearing his clothing, but his fingers were busy with task of stripping it off, eyes were fixed hungrily on her.

  He removed his vambraces, tossing them onto a side table with clatter before closing the distance to the bed where Carin sat stiffly.

  “Greaves” he said shortly, coming to a standstill directly in front of her, and indicating that she should unlace them.

  She refused to look him in the eye reasoning that she might get through this easier if she simply did as he said and didn’t provoke his cruelty. This was going to be difficult enough without the razor of his vicious tongue if she did something he didn’t like.

  In fact, she resolved to do exactly as he asked. She wouldn’t engage while he took her body. He’d forced her into this; let’s see how he liked fucking someone who mimicked a corpse. Maybe he’d lose interest, and release her from their agreement.

  She knelt gracefully, and unlaced them quickly, pulling them free to clutch in nerveless fingers. He took them from her and cast them aside.

  She risked a quick glance up beneath her lashes to find him scrutinizing her with an intent look. She quickly looked down again.

  She jumped when he grasped her chin firmly, bringing her gaze to his.

  “You haven’t been meek from the moment you strolled into my forest. It ill behooves you to pretend to shyness now.”

  “I’m not faking anything.” shot back Carin angrily, stung.

  Herne’s lips quirked in genuine amusement at how fast she responded, and Carin cringed at how fast he had gotten a rise from her.

  “That’s better” he purred. “I’ve no interest in gratifying my lusts with a scared little girl.”

  He grasped the lapels of his fine linen of his shirt, stripping it away in a single motion and Carin swallowed hard at the sudden reveal of all that smooth, tawny skin. There wasn’t a spare ounce of flesh on him. He was all taut skin and rippling muscle that slid, bunching and releasing in his abdomen as he toed off his knee high boots.

  His gold and auburn hair tumbled down around his head, spilling around his horns in a sensual display designed to elicit reactions from all women. He knew the value and power of his own attraction and didn’t hesitate to use it as a weapon, casting her looks from those shining golden pools that pulled a helpless response from her, skin heating and belly warming.

  She watched, fascinated as he ran his fingers through his hair, and all the while, he observed with pleasure the effect of his deliberate display on his quarry.

  Carin yanked her eyes away and took a deep breath. God Dammit! She wasn’t a weak kneed little twit and she could control herself. The deep breath, rather than centering her though, instead flooded her senses with his unique scent, a combination of musky masculinity and a spicy aroma that reminded her of sandalwood.

  Her flesh heated, preparing itself for what was to come.

  Oh for fucks sake. Couldn’t her body let her finish thi
s… this… blackmail with at least a few precious scraps of pride?

  Apparently not.

  Still on her knees, she looked up to find herself only a few inches from his body. He stood in front of her only clad in matte tan leather breeches, the laces stretched tight over what looked to be an particularly large and still growing erection.

  His height put her face close to his groin and she swallowed hard as she ran her gaze over the pronounced V of his abdominal muscles between angular hip bones exposed by his low riding pants.

  He sank down onto the bed and leaned toward her slowly, as though trying not to scare a jumpy wild animal. She started when he placed his hands gently on her shoulders, and he tightened his grip, thinking she was about to flee.

  Carin’s heart rate accelerated, kicking into a fast gallop. Her breath came quicker, filling her lungs with the perfume of interested male. He relaxed his hands when she didn’t run from him, and ran them down her arms, fingers trailing over the black heavy fabric of her cloak until he reached her hands.

  He grasped her wrists and pulled forward gently, placed her trembling fingers on the laces of his pants, which were now stretched tight over an eager phallus. She sat still, fingers shaking on his pants and struggled to gain control of herself.

  She licked lips gone dry from panic and heard him draw a tight breath in response to this innocent action. He leaned in and traced her moistened mouth with a surprisingly delicate touch, gaze intent. Still bent forward, he set both his hands back on hers and she held her breath as he put pressure on, forcing her hands to cup him.

  His lips brushed the shell of her ear and she shivered, goose bumps flaring to life along with an arousal so profound that she forgot her own name or her pride.

  “I ache” he whispered. “Release me”.

  Carin fumbled clumsily with the laces, finally pulling them apart to expose a fine arrow of dark hair that led her eyes further down. She glimpsed hard, engorged male flesh, and forced her eyes not to wander further although her mouth watered to taste him. Instead she turned her sight away to the stone carvings over his shoulder in a vain attempt to focus on something else, to crush the unwanted craving.

  He gave a low, delighted laugh, filled with satisfaction, his breath stirring her skin.

  Herne gathered handfuls of her hair, crushing it in his hands and used it to steer her eyes back to his.

  His smile was inhumanly beautiful, and filled with dark amusement.

  “You think to deny me your desire?” he asked, leaning in so his breath feathered over her face and his lips hovered above hers, just… touching. “As if I can’t smell it? As if it’s very existence doesn’t stain the air around us?”

  A dull flush suffused Carin’s face but she refused to be drawn on it, forcing her expression to smooth, and focusing on the horns that rose majestically above his hairline. Embarrassment did what pure will could not, and forced the worst of her unwanted lust away.

  “You do!” he confirmed with delight. “Ah Carin, will you make me work for your responses? Shall I make you beg me? Eventually plead for a release from my hands or body?”

  She shook her head obstinately, still refusing to focus on him.

  He grabbed her, hauling her up sideways onto his lap, forcing the breath to gasp out of her. She lay helpless, with her hands pressed to his chest, painfully aware of the hard bulge of him pressing up against the bottom of her rib cage. Her cloak fell away during her struggles revealing all her luscious bare skin, from the curve of her exposed hip to her kicking feet and she squirmed trying to cover herself again.

  Herne tsked.

  “You promised yourself to me. Are you going back on your word?”

  Carin stopped her useless fighting, and instead stilled like a faun in the sight of a wolf. She let her hands drop unresisting and simply waited for him to finish this, eyes closed tightly.

  But he made no move to strip or ravish her. His hands smoothed gently over her revealed, tender skin. She peeked at him from under long eyelashes, and found him engrossed in the touch. His body reacted to his investigation, his erection surging beneath her.

  “Your body is exquisite” he murmured in surprise.

  All unwanted her lust returned with a vengeance.

  He shifted her slightly so that she was on her back in his lap and smoothed one long fingered hand up her leg from her calf to her thigh, effortlessly separating her legs, baring her mound to his fascinated gaze.

  He stroked her thighs and her belly gently before delicately dipping two fingers into her shameful wetness. She jerked at his skillful touch, a sharp cry escaping her.

  Herne puller his hand away and held it directly in front of her stricken eyes, rubbing his thumb and fingers together, displaying the evidence of her need. His expression was darkly triumphant.

  “You can cast your gaze aside, little human, but your body screams for mine.”

  He grabbed her hair with his free hand, forcing her gaze back to his.

  “If you can convince me that your body doesn’t want this, I’ll stop” he promised. Herne dipped his clever fingers back between her legs and stroked her with intent. His wicked touch focused on the pink bud at the top of her slit.

  “Say it little human’ he crooned. “Tell me that you don’t want me, but be truthful, I’ll know if you lie.”

  “I don’t want… I don’t…” Her body arched around his hand and she jerked, trying to fight the need and also desperately trying to get closer, to find the right angle, to… Oh god.

  “Say it” he demanded, hand moving faster, harder. He plunged two fingers into her weeping pussy making her gasp and cry out.

  “Don’t…” she pleaded.

  “Don’t what?”

  “Don’t stop!” she screamed, body breaking beneath his expert touch, the orgasm bowing her back, thrusting her harder onto his hammering fingers.

  “Ah!” she cried deaf and blind to anything else. He played her body like a violin maestro, seeing her through the entire release with care.

  He was laughing. When she finally came back to herself, the sly chuckles moved his chest and she really wanted to hit him.

  His fingers were stilled, buried deep inside her and he unhurriedly drew them out, mirth brightening his eyes as she continued to clench around him. He sucked his fingers clean beneath her blushing gaze and then stood, casually dumping her on the bed.

  He stripped the cloak away casting it aside disdainfully before looking at her openly, eyes going to her breasts, down her trim waist, and on to her pussy again.

  “There will be no more talk of don’t” he said deliberately, fingers going to the laces of breeches. He stripped them off with a simple economy of movement that left her hot again. His cock sprang up, bobbing from his motion and she swallowed hard. It was big enough to touch his belly button and as thick as her wrist. He was hung like a damn horse.

  He put a knee on the bed and leaned over her, gaze going to her face.

  Her eyes drifted up to his horns, and he grinned, white teeth flashing in the candle light.

  “You can touch them if you like” he offered ingenuously.

  “What?” she asked stupidly.

  “My horns. Your eyes keep drifting back to them. I don’t mind if you touch them, so long as you touch the rest of me too.”

  Her hands rose, almost against her will and settled on the closest prong. It was hard, like ivory colored bone. She figured out too late that the tips were also razor sharp, when one punctured her finger.

  Dark blood welled to the surface, and she looked at it with a frown.

  His large hand engulfed her and he brought her hand up to his mouth, sliding the bleeding finger inside the warm cavern, lapping at the wound.

  Her belly twisted with need again and he smiled impishly around her finger.

  She drew her finger out of his mouth slowly and watched, almost fascinated as it settled on the hard planes of his chest. She stroked the gleaming golden skin, encouraged by his rumble of approv
al.

  He caught her hair in his hand, and raised her face, examining her lips before taking them in a brutal kiss, tongue plunging deep. He licked at her, rasping his tongue along hers before biting her lip and dragging it out sensually, giving it a final nip before releasing it.

  He ran his lips down her throat over the torc, tonguing the veins, pressing the flesh with his teeth, hard enough to make her shiver.

  “Touch me” he whispered, tugging at her ear lobe.

  She let her hands drift down his chest, tracing the muscled contours with eager fingertips. When she touched his navel, she felt his muscles contract and it was his turn to pause. He waited breathlessly until her hands settled on his rigid cock and then he thrust through her hands, sliding hot silky flesh over her grasping, eager palms.

  He allowed her to toy with him for a few long moments, before pulling free of her greedy hold and sliding down her body. Without warning or fanfare, he dropped his face between her legs and drawing her thighs to his shoulders, he placed his lips on her pink folds.

  He went straight for the sweet spot, not bothering to build up or take it gentle to begin with. He ate at her like he was ravenous for her taste, hot tongue piercing her channel, licking at the honey that seeped from her pussy. His horns rose like a warning from his head where he lay nestled between her thighs, razor tips hovering inches above the sift skin of her navel.

  He found her bud again, lapping and sucking like a mad thing, plunging urgent fingers inside her again to stretch and thrust at delicate tissues. Her body couldn’t handle the overload. She orgasmed, raising her hips in desperate entreaty, all thoughts of holding back gone from her head. Even as sense returned, hunger swamped her as she watched his face rise from her mound, lips shiny and dripping honey with the results of his efforts.

  She was frantic for a taste of him too.

  He was huge and she’d been worried that she couldn’t take him all in her mouth, but she was now so wet with need that she simply didn’t care. She wriggled down his body dragging her lips over his skin until she was positioned below his erect cock.

  She grasped it, sliding trembling fingers over the crown to dip into the moisture that seeped from the eye. Striking like a snake, she swallowed him, lips, tongue, teeth and throat working to take him in his entirety.