Hunter

by Jacquelyn Frank

  “Hunter!” She pinched his side, making him jolt on top of her. She found she actually liked the feeling of his powerful body shifting hard over hers. She renewed her clinging grasp on him, ignoring his chuckling to nuzzle warm lips against his neck. She was really developing a penchant for that strong expanse of tendons, muscle, and the thriving pulse near his throat. Mainly because she always got a definitive response out of him. He hummed deeply in approval and his frame shifted with arousal as she licked his skin and skipping pulse.

  “Oh man,” he groaned as her legs rubbed restlessly over his, “I have never met anyone who can change gears as quickly as you do. And no, that isn’t a complaint.” He reached down to slip a hand under her tank, his fingers skimming her belly softly. He slowly enjoyed the warmth and texture of her skin, the smooth softness of it leading him right from one curve to the next until his nails were stroking along the underside of her breast.

  Because he was lying flush along the center of her body, Tatyana could feel the prodding growth of his erection against her. She had been dressed in loose pants and he wore his usual pajama bottoms, so it was easy to feel him through the thin materials. She slid her hands down the bare expanse of his back, minding his bandages, and eventually running slow fingers up over the flexed muscles of his backside.

  “I feel like I haven’t touched you in ages,” she confided breathily. “I feel vacant without you inside of me.”

  “Ah, Tat,” he sighed roughly as he rose up on the strength of a single arm so he could watch himself peel up her tank and expose her breast. Now that she was getting used to her abilities, she could easily understand the wash of emotional desire that was separate from the physical within him. She could feel his sense of worship as he caressed her and used his fingers to tug stimulation through her nipple.

  She could even hear the chaotic rush of his thoughts.

  So beautiful. So damn perfect. Need to taste her.

  It was her only warning before his lips brushed over her areola and his tongue darted out to do just that. He tasted her in little flickers of contact at first, but it was only a minute before he was sucking her strongly into his mouth and making her squirm and moan in the process.

  I’m going to taste you everywhere, his thoughts promised her. From your pretty little nipples to that luscious pussy that tastes so sweet.

  “Oh God, yes,” she groaned, “put your mouth on me.”

  Hunter drew back slightly to look at her passion-flushed face, realizing what she was doing and unable to help grinning. “I’ll do that and more,” he agreed, “but first I need you naked, angel.”

  She agreed and they both worked to strip her, and then him as well, before returning to their embrace. Hunter felt the gorgeous softness and warmth of her bare flesh the same way he would a miracle balm. She soothed, cured, and vitalized all at once. His heart thundered with excitement as she drew his head back down to her breasts, encouraging his appetite for her as he moved between pert, pink nipples and soft-skinned mounds. There was just something so amazing about the feel of her that he couldn’t keep his hands still or his body at peace. In fact, he grew more chaotic by the minute, his thoughts following suit.

  Tatyana marveled at the duality she found struggling within him. There was a tender lover, the side that needed so badly to treasure every essential he could find in her. He longed to make slow, heartbreaking love to her for hours on end, giving everything, taking only her pleasure for himself. The thought of this excited him beyond measure in so many ways.

  But the second side ... here was the wild beast. He was unwelcome in the bed of his lover, in Hunter’s mind. He reserved this brute for the battlefield, relegating him to it and thinking quite firmly that this was the only place he would ever belong and be acceptable. However, the bestial side of Hunter lurked much closer than he was comfortable with whenever she stirred his passion so wildly. He mistook the beast for the viciousness inside of his brother that had caused him to do such abominable things to women.

  This was when Tatyana realized Hunter feared he would always be tainted by the evil in his family. This was when she heard his awful worries that he couldn’t possibly offer her any part of himself without extending the stain of evil along with it. The beast would always be a part of him, a crucial part that allowed him to be a merciless killer among his own kind. But in his mind, it would never really be acceptable for her. For their lovemaking. For the future that might one day mean bringing polluted children into her world.

  Enough! she thought fiercely. She was going to nip this ridiculous predisposition theory right in the bud. Ryce had said it, and so had Hunter—no witch was born good or evil. It was a choice. Even being raised in the darkest of families, the influence of a single white witch had made the difference in Hunter’s life. Wondrous good plucked out of a den of evil and set to flourish. She could easily imagine what being raised in a whole houseful of white witches would mean for Hunter’s children.

  Though that was all well and good, it wasn’t the man of honor she needed to contend with at the moment. Right now, she needed to flirt with this so-called monster inside of him. Only by fully embracing it with her body and her soul could she prove to him that he was not his brother, and he never could be. Ironically, though, it would be Braen’s actions that would show her the way. His behavior toward Odessa had been sexual, but not deviant ... yet. He had never humiliated or devalued Odessa. Everything they had enjoyed together had been by mutual consent, although the enjoyments themselves had been perverse on many occasions. So here she would borrow from Braen to heal Hunter, something that would have infuriated the twisted warlock and satisfied Tatyana to think of it.

  Tatyana pushed Hunter from her body, rolling them as one over the bed until she was poised above him. The aggressive maneuver and position stimulated that more savage side of his need, and she kissed him and licked him with aggressive sounds of pleased hunger down his breastbone and on to his belly. She had caught his hands by the wrists and held them down on the bed so he couldn’t grasp her as she crawled down his body. She teased with her tongue below his navel, flicking it against the sensitive skin. She exhaled hotly against the wet saliva left behind, let her hair tickle over his tautly obvious erection before pursing her lips and blowing a stream of heated breath down the length of his thick shaft and the sac beneath. Her lips were just a half inch away from his flesh the entire time.

  Then she kept sliding down away from him and climbed off the bed. She released him, turned her back on him, and left the bedroom. In the outer suite there was a fire burning and it lit the room in gold and orange. She strolled naked toward the fire, enjoying the heat on her bare skin as she ignored the furious cursing coming from the bedroom and her abandoned lover. She let her wicked smile show itself as he stormed out after her and found her bent slightly at the waist, warming her hands and displaying the charms of her backside as he approached.

  “What the hell is going on?” he demanded, his attention torn between his anger and the sight of her body on full display in the firelight.

  “I got cold,” she said with a shrug.

  “You got—? Tatyana, get your ass back in my bed right this damn second!”

  Tatyana settled her hands on her waist and turned slowly to face him. She made certain he was distracted by the way she held her body before she sniffed indignantly.

  “Who in hell made you the boss of me?” she demanded. “I said I am cold. I’m staying until I get warm.”

  She turned back and bent to warm her hands again, thrusting her backside at him again with an impertinent little waggle. That waggle sent firelight over her curves and her exposed sex, showing the gleam of liquid coating her nether lips and revealing her obvious arousal.

  Hunter marched up behind her and grabbed hold of her by her hips, dragging her back against his own so his turgid flesh stroked through her saturated pussy. She gasped, grabbing for his hands as he growled, “I’ll warm you up and then some.”

  “Hunter,
” she complained with a laugh even as she wiggled back over him. “Come on now, be nice.”

  Nice? How could he be nice when he was being drenched in her steamy juices, when he was so close to being inside of her all it would take was one quick adjustment? She wanted him to stop? To pull away?

  Tatyana engineered her withdrawal herself, turning under his grasp until they were chest to chest, his cock thrust up hard between them. She reached down, encircling him with a snug fist, using the wetness coating him to stroke him with glorious smoothness. It was all he could do to keep his legs locked under him and his hands from clamping down too hard on her shoulders as he grabbed her by them.

  She rubbed her face against his chest, cuddling her breasts against him again. “What is it, honey?” she asked with a sexy pout in her voice. “What can I do for you? Would you like me to get on my knees for you again? Only this time, I might not stop. I could make you come in my mouth or all over my breasts or—”

  “Stop!” He bellowed the command, giving her a hard shake. Tatyana knew why. She was provoking that dark beast and Hunter heard it growling in his mind, saying yes! yes! yes! to all of her suggestions, wanting that pleasure so greedily and forcing Hunter into a haze of numbed reaction. His cock throbbed in her hand, oozing pre-cum over her stroking fist. Instead of obeying his command to cease, she raised the stakes.

  She ran two fingers over the bulbous head of his flushed penis, wetting her fingertips thoroughly even as she stimulated the sensitive nerves there. Then she raised her fingers to her lips. She took one onto her tongue with a seductive little sucking as she gave him a look of pure jade fire from beneath her lashes. Then she switched fingers and licked the second one clean with flicking little strokes of her tongue.

  “Sweet Mother,” Hunter hissed as he drew her sharply against his body and crushed her mouth under his kiss. This was the first real sighting of that creature she was seeking. She felt the savagery, recognized it from those glimpses she’d had in the past, felt the fierce animalism that thundered through his mind and thoughts.

  Hunter grabbed her wrist and drew her arm tightly behind her back, pulling her hand up her spine until she just started to feel pain. Just enough to thrust her breasts up high to him as he held her in his control. His free hand closed around one of them, holding it up for the bite of his teeth. The pain was negligible, the pleasure outrageous, and Tatyana’s head fell back with an ecstatic moan. He kneaded her flesh, toying and sucking so hard she came up on her toes to help facilitate his actions. Her entire body squirmed against him, setting him on fire with want. Desperate, desperate hunger. All of a sudden he was starving for her. He couldn’t be content until he was pumping himself inside of her. He couldn’t rest until he was wearing her around his aching cock.

  He suddenly grabbed her up and flung her over his shoulder. She squealed in surprise as his hand grasped her around her thigh to secure her, his fingers tickling very close to warmth and wetness. He stormed back into the bedroom and flung her down onto the bed with a hefty bounce.

  “Hunter, what ... ?”

  He responded with only a burning glare from hot blue eyes before he grasped hold of her by both of her knees, pulling her legs up and apart so he could look right between them. Tatyana felt his thoughts like a raging fire. There. Heat. Pleasure. Tightness and wetness waiting for me. She heard him rumble out a growl of need in his mind. His large hands reached out to seize the tops of her inner thighs and he held her stretched apart, watching her body tremble in excited anticipation. He could smell her arousal. He could practically taste it. He bent to do just that, his tongue sliding right through the center of her parted labia, coating his tastebuds in her essence and feeling his entire being beginning to quake in response to it.

  Just as he dipped for more, she pushed against his hands and gained freedom from his tongue. She rolled over and crawled on hands and knees away from him once again, her backside prominent and her flushed pussy pouting prettily at him.

  “Where in hell are you going?” he demanded with a roar as his hand clamped down on her ankle.

  She tossed back her hair, her spine curving as she looked back at him over her shoulder. “Wherever I damn well want to go,” she countered. “I was thinking right here.” She braced her hands and knees apart, opening herself to his view as she braced her weight on one hand and reached down the flat of her belly with the other until her fingers were sliding through her own wet flesh in full view of her overstimulated lover.

  “Holy shit,” Hunter rasped out in a choked prayer as he watched her long, graceful fingers seek out her clitoris with slow, teasing strokes, each one of which he felt as if she were running those fingers right up his cock. She sighed softly into the bedding right as she found her own entrance and slid a finger inside of herself, withdrawing it wetly and switching for another. Enthralled and acting on automatic, Hunter’s hands reached to stroke over her backside and the backs of her thighs as his full attention was riveted on watching her take her own pleasure.

  Oh, yes, baby, his thoughts ground out in rough rasps of encouragement. Show me, angel... show me. Oh man, I could come just watching you do this!

  His internal litany excited the hell out of her and she found her full focus turning on to what she was doing. She moaned as her own touch sent jolts of stimulation through her nervous system. Knowing his full attention was on her was making her crazy. She almost forgot that what she was doing was supposed to be for him. In the long run, at least. Tatyana collapsed from under his hands, frustrating his need to touch her as she rolled over and slid extremely close to the edge of the bed. Close enough that her knees bracketed his hips and his cock dripped eagerly onto the pussy she was playing with.

  “Enough!” he rasped aloud. “Enough teasing!”

  Hunter reached out and grasped her by her arms, half lifting and half shoving her back into the center of the bed. He climbed after her, his big body caging hers as he pushed her legs apart roughly and approached her with wildness burning in his eyes. He braced a hand by her head, his breath coming in gasps now as he took hold of her leg. He was seconds shy of breaching her, of shoving himself so deep inside of her that they wouldn’t be able to separate. Then he was going to fuck her out of her mind and his. Twice. No, three times. He didn’t care what she said or how she might try to deny him this time; now it was his turn to take and tease and torture her until she screamed.

  The sheer violence of his thoughts froze his breath and heartbeat in his chest. His entire body went stiff with shock and dismay even as the animal clawing its way free of him roared at him to continue. It demanded victory over her. She must be conquered with deep, vicious thrusts. She had begged for this, taunting him to insanity.

  “No!” he gasped, suddenly trying to pull back from her, only to find himself trapped in the vise of her legs and arms. Her hips rose as her weight drew him back forward, causing his phallus to plow through the heavenly field of her waiting and wanting sex.

  “Yes! Do it! Do it now! Fuck me, Hunter. Deep, and hard! Now! Please, now!”

  Hunter felt himself go completely blind and deaf to everything but the savage inside of himself. Suddenly he was there, shoving himself into her with no warning and no gentleness. He stuffed himself deep, but it wasn’t enough so he slammed harder and deeper into her, all the while sobbing out rasps of, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

  The apology stopped with a wild masculine sound of furious pleasure. He thrust himself into her as though he were drilling for deep oil. She was crying out, the sound skipping over his senses and slowly making him realize that it was bliss bursting from her lips. Now suddenly he had to come. Right that instant, no waiting. He couldn’t bear not coming inside of her a second longer. The bed protested his violence with her body in loud creaks of wood and springs, but she begged for more in a lusty voice of pure sex and need.

  Hunter’s climax skipped all warning stages and burst out of him with wild abandon. He roared with ecstasy, never stopping hi
s brutal rhythm into her once, his hands gripping the sheets, puncturing holes in them. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He knew he wasn’t through with her and wouldn’t be for a long while yet. He thrust through the wet river of his own semen inside of her, glorying in the sensation. It just seemed to incite the predator inside of him all the more.

  Tatyana found herself abruptly on her belly, a massive male body following her down and taking her hard and fast from behind. She lost all control of herself, her body bursting into spasm and a ripping orgasm that was teased higher and higher by the rough fingers that sought her clit out from between her body and the bed. She had asked for this, and the conqueror was in complete control. He made her come, but he did it almost purely for his own pleasure ... or so he thought. He grunted with satisfaction as she squeezed around him in a fist of blissful muscles. Then he braced his hands and drove into her again and again until she burst like thousands of bubbles.

  The truth was, even though he threw back his head and greedily basked in the sensations burning in and out of his body, it wasn’t all about physical satisfaction. He wouldn’t feel half so good if he hadn’t been fulfilling his inner desire to fulfill hers. But now, with both halves of his self merged and set free inside of her thrust by wicked thrust, he was learning the awesome chasm of difference between himself and his brother. If at any time she had cried out with genuine pain, hurt, or denial, he would have heeded it. She believed that. Because as bad as this beast was, it came attached to the man of deep conscience. She even tested the theory.

  “Ow!”

  The shout of pain made Hunter freeze. Tatyana reached back and pushed at him and he backed up onto his knees as she rolled over.

  “Angel, what—?”

  “Charley horse,” she giggled, hooking an ankle up on his shoulder and beckoning him back to her body with eager fingers and a caress over her breast. “Don’t stop now, honey. You are on a hot streak.”