Outcast (Book Two of the Forever Faire Series): A Fae Fantasy Romance Novel by Hazel Hunter Page A
Authors: Hazel Hunter
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on her lips, and smiled. “Yes, Ryan. Unless you want me to throw you to the floor and–”
He pushed his hands under her bottom as he thrust inside her, his hips jerking frantically as he worked into her clenching opening. “Kayla, help me. Look at me, show me your eyes. I cannot stop, I cannot wait, I cannot think.”
He had filled her so completely that she could no longer tell where she ended and he began. “Then stop trying,” she whispered. “Nothing matters but this.” She tightened around him until he began to move.
Ryan draped her over his arm, urging her back so he could get at her breasts. At the same time he worked between her thighs, plowing in and out with deep, hard thrusts until the table under her began to pound just as rapidly against the wall. Kayla gripped his strong arms and rolled her hips up and down, fucking him back as she heard herself make a soft keening sound. He was going to split her in half soon, and she didn’t care. It meant nothing as the tides of hunger swelled and rose within her. When he came into her in the next moment she jutted her breasts against his mouth and cried out as lights burst behind her closed eyelids. The rest of her exploded in fast and furious surges of pure, hot ecstasy.
Ryan said something as if from a distance, and then released a guttural sound as his big body shuddered over her. Deep inside, his shaft swelled even larger and then pulsed with every thrust as he pumped his creamy seed into her again and again.
They held onto each other until the last of the delight faded, and Kayla shivered and huddled close to him. Ryan held her against his chest, murmuring to her as he rubbed his cheek on the top of her head.
“We do not have to dream in solitude,” he told her as he drew out of her and lifted her from the table to her feet. “We can have what we desire. If you will only hear me, and trust in me, there is nothing that can come between us, love.”
Kayla looked down as her clothes settled over her naked body, and turned away from him. She took in a breath and smelled the scent of their bodies and sex, blended now like some secret, erotic perfume. This moment should have been glorious and satisfying, but he’d reminded her of what did stand between them. Tara. Nineteen years old, frightened and helpless, and with no one in the world but Kayla. God forgive her, but Kayla found herself wanting to agree with him.
All right. Send Tara away with your friends.
But the words never left her tongue. They soured there as she faced her own selfishness. She wanted him more than her sister. She was tired of taking care of her. Everything about Tara was dark and depressed and a dead end. Tara gave nothing back. She was like a vampire, always demanding more and more because no matter what Kayla did, it was never enough. It never defeated the nightmares, the depressions, the despair. Since they were kids it had always been about Tara. Every time her sister looked at her Kayla could almost hear it: Help me, save me, love me and only me.
If Kayla could have hated Ryan as much as she hated herself in this moment, none of this would have happened. She felt him reach out to her.
“Don’t,” she said, without turning. “You should sleep well enough tonight. I know I won’t.”
What began as a walk quickly broke into a run. Kayla had to get away from him. Her temper was barely leashed. As she passed the stalls, every horse made furious sounds. They reared, kicked, and pounded their stalls. It sounded as if the barn was about to shake itself to pieces.
But as Kayla flew through the door, she didn’t care. Instead all she could hear was Tara trying to explain what she had done. He said some stuff. No guy ever talked to me like that. I thought he cared about me. He made me do it.
Now, at least, Kayla understood. Her sister had been telling the truth after all.
Chapter 9
J ANNON FINISHED HAMMERING the last peg into the wooden stand, and gave it a firm shake to
He pushed his hands under her bottom as he thrust inside her, his hips jerking frantically as he worked into her clenching opening. “Kayla, help me. Look at me, show me your eyes. I cannot stop, I cannot wait, I cannot think.”
He had filled her so completely that she could no longer tell where she ended and he began. “Then stop trying,” she whispered. “Nothing matters but this.” She tightened around him until he began to move.
Ryan draped her over his arm, urging her back so he could get at her breasts. At the same time he worked between her thighs, plowing in and out with deep, hard thrusts until the table under her began to pound just as rapidly against the wall. Kayla gripped his strong arms and rolled her hips up and down, fucking him back as she heard herself make a soft keening sound. He was going to split her in half soon, and she didn’t care. It meant nothing as the tides of hunger swelled and rose within her. When he came into her in the next moment she jutted her breasts against his mouth and cried out as lights burst behind her closed eyelids. The rest of her exploded in fast and furious surges of pure, hot ecstasy.
Ryan said something as if from a distance, and then released a guttural sound as his big body shuddered over her. Deep inside, his shaft swelled even larger and then pulsed with every thrust as he pumped his creamy seed into her again and again.
They held onto each other until the last of the delight faded, and Kayla shivered and huddled close to him. Ryan held her against his chest, murmuring to her as he rubbed his cheek on the top of her head.
“We do not have to dream in solitude,” he told her as he drew out of her and lifted her from the table to her feet. “We can have what we desire. If you will only hear me, and trust in me, there is nothing that can come between us, love.”
Kayla looked down as her clothes settled over her naked body, and turned away from him. She took in a breath and smelled the scent of their bodies and sex, blended now like some secret, erotic perfume. This moment should have been glorious and satisfying, but he’d reminded her of what did stand between them. Tara. Nineteen years old, frightened and helpless, and with no one in the world but Kayla. God forgive her, but Kayla found herself wanting to agree with him.
All right. Send Tara away with your friends.
But the words never left her tongue. They soured there as she faced her own selfishness. She wanted him more than her sister. She was tired of taking care of her. Everything about Tara was dark and depressed and a dead end. Tara gave nothing back. She was like a vampire, always demanding more and more because no matter what Kayla did, it was never enough. It never defeated the nightmares, the depressions, the despair. Since they were kids it had always been about Tara. Every time her sister looked at her Kayla could almost hear it: Help me, save me, love me and only me.
If Kayla could have hated Ryan as much as she hated herself in this moment, none of this would have happened. She felt him reach out to her.
“Don’t,” she said, without turning. “You should sleep well enough tonight. I know I won’t.”
What began as a walk quickly broke into a run. Kayla had to get away from him. Her temper was barely leashed. As she passed the stalls, every horse made furious sounds. They reared, kicked, and pounded their stalls. It sounded as if the barn was about to shake itself to pieces.
But as Kayla flew through the door, she didn’t care. Instead all she could hear was Tara trying to explain what she had done. He said some stuff. No guy ever talked to me like that. I thought he cared about me. He made me do it.
Now, at least, Kayla understood. Her sister had been telling the truth after all.
Chapter 9
J ANNON FINISHED HAMMERING the last peg into the wooden stand, and gave it a firm shake to
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