Hunter

by Jacquelyn Frank

  Hunter drew back to look down at her and blinked dark lashes over brilliant blue eyes. He smiled as he let his gaze roam over the length of her perfect body once more, reaching a hand to stroke down over her curved breast, in-swept waist, and the lush swell of her hip. Her smooth, pale skin was dusted with the lightest smattering of freckles, a tempting pattern that beckoned for him to touch and taste.

  “I have never had a woman dazzle me the way that you do,” he confessed to her heatedly as he stroked her warming skin. Firelight touched her, making pinks pinker and peaches golden, her hair turning into a nimbus of coppers and reds.

  Tatyana smiled up at him, reaching to touch his bare skin and following his beautiful eyes as they tracked over her body again and again. It left her dizzy and breathless the way he seemed to worship every inch of her, ignoring everything except her textures and responses. He lowered his head to her soft belly, nuzzling her with hot breath and coarse whiskers. The combination stimulated and tickled, making her gasp out loud, her braced feet raising her up off the floor. The movement drew all of his attention downward, his mouth tracking below her navel.

  He drew up just far enough to watch himself touch her, his fingertips coasting over bare, smooth skin where hair ought to have been.

  “You shave,” he observed, glancing up at her to watch her face as he so gently navigated the edges of her sex.

  “Wax, actually,” she said breathlessly.

  “Okay,” he said.

  “Why? Is something wrong with that?”

  “No, sweetheart. You’re perfect. Either way, you’d be just perfect. I was just observing things about you. For instance, you’re the prettiest shade of pink right along ... here.”

  His finger slid between the slick lips of her pussy, enjoying the feel of his effect on her body. Her position with her knees apart allowed him an excellent view of that soft shell pink that darkened in intense degrees the closer inside of her he traveled. His touch slid all around her. The simple sound of the wet movement and the sensuous aroma of her that rose up to him made him crave her on his tongue. He lowered his mouth to her, kissing her over her denuded skin, his tongue dipping for a preliminary taste of her.

  Hunter stopped and swallowed back a groan as a fierce tremor of need shuddered through him. He swept his fingers over her, separating her so she showed herself to him in perfect pink depth. Her clitoris glistened wetly, like a small jewel. Craving overcame him and his tongue darted out to stroke over her. Her reaction was dynamic, a gasp that rang off the ceiling and a seeking lift of her hips when he drew away without satisfying the clamoring need of her hungry little body.

  After that, there was no way to keep him from her. She was too sweet and salty on his tongue to let her escape without a thorough tasting. And the more his lips and his tongue stroked against her, the more she writhed and moaned with ecstatic feeling. Her fingers were latched into his hair, the act of holding him to her both amusing and erotic. He didn’t want to be anywhere else, and she didn’t want him anywhere else. It was a perfect partnership.

  What he really wanted he was rapidly working her toward, if her concurrent cries of pleasure were anything to gauge by. The sound of her was delighting him and killing him all at once. Without altering his successful technique at all, he reached to free his throbbing cock from his pants, desperately in need of relief. He then focused on her sensitive little clit, wriggling a finger inside of her as he tortured her to her last nerve. She was tensing tightly around him, gearing up for the release he wanted. He forced a second finger into her and worked them into her as he savored the last moments of her climb.

  Tatyana threw back her head, her entire back bowing up off the floor as the feel of his mouth drove her over the edge. She was full of his fingers, longing for it to be so much more than that, as the dance of his tongue caused her to explode with spasms of pleasure. She screamed out, tears and stars dancing in her eyes as her blood roared through her body. She felt him remove himself from inside of her, his mouth fastening on her to catch the creamy heat of passion oozing from her body.

  When he was satisfied she was done, he moved away from her limp, panting body and shed the remainder of his clothes. Hunter slid back up her form quickly, the slide of her damp skin like heaven against his own. She clutched for him eagerly, parting her legs wide for his approach. He spent a long moment at each breast, laving and sucking, pulling roughly at her with eager teeth as if his body wasn’t demanding release with everything he had. He wouldn’t rush. He had rushed the first time. He needed so badly to enjoy every nuance of her this time.

  He reached for her mouth, listening to her moan softly as she experienced the taste of herself on her tongue. He shared the essence gladly, her reaction burning through him. She was so sexual a creature that he couldn’t imagine anything they might do turning her off. That was a theory he was willing to spend a great deal of time testing.

  At last Hunter settled against her, letting himself rest in contact with the outrageously receptive heat of her. Knowing she waited just for him was like winning an incredible sweepstakes. His reactions were the same. Unbelievable excitement, disbelieving pleasure, and heart-pounding anticipation for what would come next. How to spend this gift? What way to make it go furthest? To make it last?

  “I have to take you, Tatyana,” he groaned as his cock slid against her wet folds again and again in restless need.

  “Yes, please. I’m waiting,” she begged, lifting seeking hips for him.

  “But I’m going to warn you now, angel,” he breathed against her ear. “I am not going to come until you do so at least twice more. So don’t you even try to make me. There’s only one thing that is going to set me off, and that thing is listening to you and feeling you orgasm all around me. Got it, honey?”

  “But...” She panted a moment, having a hard time reconciling herself to taking more pleasure without him. Hunter had learned quickly that she got off on making him feel good. This time, he wanted all her attention turned strictly inward to herself. At least until the end. “Okay,” she relented with frustration when the closeness of their bodies begged her to do anything to have him inside of her. “Anything, Hunter. Anything you want. Please!”

  The last please came out as a loud cry of relief as he found his place at the entrance of her vaginal tunnel. He didn’t waste a single moment longer before pushing into her in shallow, increasing thrusts. Her head whipped side to side, her hair a wild cloud of wisps and tendrils.

  “What feels good, hmm?” he taunted her softly after finding her ear. His body was coated in the sweat of restraint, his penis aching for full penetration into her tight little body. It knew how eager she was, felt the way her walls grasped and sucked at him as they tried to pull him in deeper. “Tell me, angel. What feels good? How am I going to make you come unless you tell?”

  “Oh God! Please, I need you inside me!”

  “I am inside you,” he teased her.

  “Deeper! All of you. Fill me until I burst,” she begged him, her nails scoring his back in desperation. She needn’t have worried. Her way with words guaranteed his response in a powerful, hard-driven thrust of solid flesh through yielding muscle. It was all to rev up her responsive mind, and it worked. The instant he was fully inside of her, she ripped into orgasm.

  Hunter cried out with her as she clutched around him and tried so hard to milk him of his seed. She gasped and panted, clutching him with hands and body, writhing under him with the most incredible passion he’d ever seen in another person. To find someone like this, with her heart, courage, and intelligence besides ... and someone with magic! She was a rare and precious treasure and he realized it with the chilling certainty one gets when one is touched by the hand of fate.

  He closed his eyes and nodded acceptance to himself, then looked down at her. “That’s one,” he rasped. “Now this one, I’m going to fuck it out of you like crazy.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Tatyana was being rolled onto her side, Hunter
straddling her bottom leg on his knees while he drew the other over his hip. Once he had her in place, including the momentary adjustment of a pillow under her hip to elevate her just right, he quickly entered her again, thrusting himself heavily into her.

  He had done it on purpose. Turned aside, she couldn’t really touch him. All she could do was focus on the feel of his cock rubbing over all the nerves inside of her body. She could see him braced in a powerful kneel, his magnificent body on full display in the firelight, his strong hand wrapped around her thigh while the other stroked her skin. Tatyana could see him moving into her over and over, his focus completely on his rhythm and his fascination with the curves of her body. His choice of position had seemed unusual at first, but she quickly came to understand why he had wanted it. He was thrusting right across that singular spot inside of her that made her mind fall apart and turned her nervous system to spaghetti.

  Tatyana was frustrated that she couldn’t touch him, her hand reaching for his and covering it just so she could feel him.

  “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” he laughed breathlessly.

  “I need to touch you,” she gasped as he turned her completely away, facedown now, his hands running up the back of her body until she heard him make an almost savage sound of appreciation.

  “No matter which way I turn you, angel, you just get more delightful with every inch.” He took hold of her hips and pulled her back onto her knees. She automatically put her hands under herself so she was on all fours and she moaned deeply when he squared himself into position for entering her again. His fingers traced her with teasing caresses against her aching clit. His cock dipped into her lightly, refusing her the satisfaction of depth and power ... of the fullness she craved with all of her being.

  “Hunter,” she complained. “We had an agreement, I thought. You know very well that every time you touch me, or even so much as look at me, it drives me crazy. I know you know it because I see you do it on purpose to get your way. Not this time. This time you just feel how hard and hot you make my cock, you feel how hungry I am for the textures of this delicious body of yours. Feel it until you can’t feel anything else. Until you don’t want to feel anything else.”

  Hunter ran his hands up over the pale, naked curves of her backside. His fingers slid up her sensitive spine as he slowly and fully sank into the tightness of her. The moan she released actually shuddered through her entire body, and he felt an answering response strangling him. It was unbelievably erotic to tease her like this, but he may have been asking a bit much of himself. She was still too new to him. Too unexplored and unexpected. He couldn’t get over her sheer sensory appetite and it aroused him insanely. He tried to clear his mind and think, tried to construct a plan for pleasing her, but all he could focus on was the erotic sounds she made when she felt him plunge deep inside of her. He began to seek them out with relish, but it was unraveling his control thrust by thrust. Her sleek body slid in his hands as perspiration coated her skin, that slink in her spine amazing to watch as she rode back against him in a frantically quickening rhythm.

  She dropped down to her elbows, bracing herself harder in counterforce and allowing him a new depth and pitch. Her head dropped down, her hair sprawling over the floor. Tatyana looked down the front of her body and could see his cock sliding in and out of her. She saw how wet she had made him by the gleam of the firelight and it was incredibly exciting.

  She also saw a sudden advantage that made her smile with wicked mischief. She could feel him reaching a feverish pitch, knew he was struggling for control so he could focus on making her feel pleasure, but the truth would always be that it was his pleasure that really triggered hers. Even the thought of her little trick made her incredibly hot, her body burning up in preparation of release. A release she needed so very badly.

  She waited until she saw him close his eyes, his head dropping back slightly as he lost himself in what he was feeling. Then she shifted all of her weight onto a single arm, reached down her body and between her legs for him. His stroke into her brought him over her fingers and palm, ending with her cupping and massaging the heavy sac between his legs.

  “Holy ... you ... oh, no ... no, no...”

  She smiled when she felt him go rigidly still inside of her, his hands clamping down on her hips. She felt him struggling fiercely for recovery as his body burst with the need to come inside of her. She didn’t relent, her fingers, nails, and palm stroking his hypersensitive skin, feeling the tightening tension pulsing through the heated flesh she toyed with. To make it just a little more difficult for him, she tightened every muscle that surrounded him.

  “Oh, you sly little ... by the Lady, you ...” he gasped, unable to complete his sentences until he realized he was fighting a losing battle. “Son of a bitch!” he exclaimed at last, grabbing onto her tightly as he started to plunge into her like a madman.

  That mad desperation, that inability to resist her, that was what got Tatyana off. She braced both hands once more, feeling him battering himself against and into her until her head reeled with the pleasure of it.

  “Oh God! Oh yes! Hunter, I’m ... I...”

  “You damn well better!” he growled ferociously just as he jerked into her in clumsy, off-rhythm thrusts and shouted out the coming of his release.

  Tatyana felt it all. His release, hers. All of it flooding into her from every direction until she was seizing with it in every molecule of her body. It was as though she could feel the rush of semen jolting from his body from his perspective, the almost painful pleasure of it that made every nerve go completely haywire. She could feel him pulsating deeply inside of her even as she did the same all around him. She couldn’t stop her outcries, which seemed to go on endlessly. She was on overload, tears falling hotly from her lashes as she felt Hunter holding on to her, vibrating with tremors as he sucked for breath as deeply as he could.

  Tatyana was barely even aware of him moving and lifting her up into his arms. He carried her straight into his bedroom, laying her in his bed and sliding in beside her. He gathered her close, kissing her in whatever spots he could reach without releasing her from his hug. At last he settled near her ear, his breath warming it and her neck.

  Hunter didn’t say anything, his mind still reeling in the aftermath of how she affected him. He had never been so out of control as he was when he was with her. Others had sought to tap into the wilder side of him, but none had succeeded in the slightest. He had always held himself steady; he was, in a sense, untouchable.

  She touched him. In so many ways. With so much depth. He had spent enough years making certain his sexual encounters were emotionally detached to know when he was in serious threat of being very, very much attached. His lifestyle had left no room for things like commitment or love or any other romantic notion, and now was no different. His was deadly work; even now his family was under a dire threat they might not manage to survive intact. As it was, they could lose Asher.

  But he felt a responsibility to Tatyana as well. Her own life hung in the balance every moment she stayed there. The idea sent Hunter’s heart racing in a spiral of very real fear. It forced him to relive that moment again, when he had seen Asher’s possessed body looming over her, ready to violate her even as he taunted her with disgusting imagery. What if he hadn’t gotten to her in time? Goddess, he hadn’t gotten to her in time. Not in time to spare her pain. That was his job. Just as it had been with Amber; it was his responsibility.

  “I feel you thinking at me,” she whispered.

  Hunter couldn’t help smiling at that. “You are assuming way too much if you think I can put together coherent thought after what you just did to me.”

  “Don’t try to dodge me, buddy. I grew up with the master of that trick and...”

  Tatyana sat up with a gasp.

  “Oh crap! Dimitre!” She turned to shove Hunter in the shoulder. “Get some clothes on!”

  Bemused, he watched her fly out of bed and run naked back into the sitting r
oom. It wasn’t until he heard the knock on the outside door that he realized why she’d freaked out all of a sudden.

  “Ah, hell,” he groaned as he hurried to get out of bed.

  Dimitre gave up on knocking and walked into Hunter’s suite. It was purely an act of habit. He’d gotten very used to the coven’s liberal approach to privacy. Sitting rooms were fair game in the private suites; bedrooms and bathrooms, obviously, demanded respect. It never once occurred to him that there would be a reason to alter that assumption, forgetting that until then, he and Annali had been the only couple in the house and the only ones having sex within its walls. None of the other single witches brought outsiders to the coven in order to protect their secret selves.

  He was expecting Hunter and his sister to be working on her magic, just as their High Priest had demanded they do. He completely forgot all the times he and Annali had worked all kinds of magic, neglecting his powers completely, every time they had been alone in the beginning of their relationship. Sex magic, she had liked to call it.

  Even so, as shocking as it was to walk in and find Hunter Finn belting on a robe rather hurriedly as he came from his bedroom, it didn’t compare to seeing the beautiful woman by the fireplace struggling to button up her dress while kneeling amid discarded clothing and the obvious signs of illicit behavior.

  He took one look at her, her golden blond curls dancing with firelight and her lavender eyes looking up at him with extraordinary guilt, and he felt the entire world careen off its center.

  He stood frozen, as if he were stuck in his own ability to freeze time, watching her fly to her feet and run to him. If she touched him smelling of another man, he was certain he was going to explode.

  “Stop!”

  He made the command, throwing out his hand, and flinging power from his core. Up until that moment, whenever he did this, the entire room or house would freeze in time. He hadn’t learned how to control it yet, and when emotion like total devastation was involved, anything could happen.