Outcast (Book Two of the Forever Faire Series): A Fae Fantasy Romance Novel by Hazel Hunter

must do is what is necessary to find peace.”
    The whisper of his breath against her ear and cheek made her swallow a moan. “What do you do?”
    He stepped back, watching her face as he reached down and wrapped his hand around his engorged shaft. “This.” Slowly he began stroking the length of his cock, his arm flexing and his chest heaving as he dragged in more air. “I remember how it was in the cabin, that night we first had each other. Touching you. Putting my mouth on you. Fucking you.”
    Kayla turned her face away, but listening to his hand pumping made her clit pulse, and her nipples pucker into tight beads. “Is this why you tied me up? To torture me?”
    “No.” He murmured something else, and light filled the room.
    When Kayla’s dazzled eyes cleared, she saw Ryan bound by rope and rein to the shelves, and she was standing where he had been. Her panties and bra were gone, too. She should have run for the door, but her feet took her to him. “I think that spell backfired, my man.”
    “This is how you have me.” He looked down at the full, straining bulb of his erection. “And I can find no relief from it. Not even when I use my hand and pretend it is you.” He lifted his head and smiled wanly at her. “Why should tonight be any different?”
    Kayla imagined walking out of the tack room and leaving him there to stew, but her heart brought her closer still, until she could rest her cheek against his smooth skin. She felt the hammering of his heart increase as she brushed her lips over one small, flat brown nipple, and smiled against it before she caressed it with her tongue.
    “Whatever is said, whatever is done,” Ryan told her, his voice going so deep it growled against her ears, “I am yours, my lady, to do with as you please.”
    Kayla kissed her way across his chest to his other nipple, giving it some attention as she curved her hands over his tight, bulging shoulders. That this huge, brawny man was telling her that he was her toy made all kinds of ideas fill her head. “I like how you taste.”
    “Then have me.” His eyes searched hers. “Feast on me.”
    Putting her mouth and tongue on his body gave Kayla a heady sense of power. She reveled in it as she ran her hands over him, mapping every long stretch of skin and the delicious strength knotting beneath it. She toyed with him, pinching his nipples until he groaned. She caressed them with her fingertips as she used her tongue on his belly. The columns of his thighs turned to steel as she knelt and shook her hair back, wanting him to see as well as feel the moment she kissed the slick, satiny bulb. It throbbed so strongly now it tapped her chin.
    “Hmmmm.” She kissed him, and let her lips linger. A pearl of bitter sweetness seeped from the velvety eye of his cock, and she lapped it up before she opened to engulf him.
    “Ah.” Ryan shook, making the shelves rattle behind him. “Now you make me dream again, oh, my lady. More, yes, take more of me. Take all of me.”
    Kayla slowly worked her lips down, sucking firmly as he glided in and out. She didn’t know if his hips were thrusting or her head was bobbing. They were one instead of two now. He possessed her, his cock pushing in her mouth, and she devoured him, her lips caressing as she took every inch. He felt so large and hard she wondered if he could last much longer, and prayed that he would. Nothing felt as good as this. Rubbing her palms against his thighs, she reassured him, and then goaded him by cradling the tight bulge of his balls with her curious fingers.
    Rope tore, and leather shredded, and when Ryan pulled her up into his arms Kayla wrapped hers around his neck.
    “Again I break my promises.” He walked her back until he braced her on the work table, and stepped between her thighs. “You make a liar out of me and I do not care. I must be inside you. Will you let me give it to you now, love?”
    Kayla leaned back, using her legs to draw him closer as she tasted him