they huddled at the back of the group, obviously terrified he was
talking to them.
He ignored them, his attention all for the woman whose touch
had haunted him for the past week. The feel of her body against his, the soft
breathy sighs of pleasure, the way her cunt hugged his cock…all there as soon
as he closed his eyes at night. He’d about worn the skin off his palm fucking
his own hand.
She didn’t move, just watched him with her chin up, as aloof
and poised as if she were a grand lady and he a mere serf who’d had the
audacity to speak to her.
“I said, come here.” He shoved his thumbs into his sword
belt, his stance imposing. “Don’t make me come and fetch you.”
Gods, he wanted to. Wanted to chase her down, tumble
her to the ground and show her why he was the only man she’d ever need.
Admiration ran through him as she appeared to consider her choices. Defying
him, challenging his authority. Anticipation welled, whipping the lust swirling
through him into a frenzy. He’d make her pay for the defiance, in ways they’d
both enjoy immensely.
She flicked her hair over her shoulders and arched her back
so the sheer shift moved over her luscious figure. Her dusky nipples pressed
against the fabric, drawing a groan from the crowd. He ignored them as she
walked slowly across the clearing, picking her way with care.
With each step, the shift parted to reveal the length of her
legs, from delicate and tiny bare feet all the way up to thighs that made a man
want to get down on his knees and thank the gods he was male. Thighs Bane
planned to part, then wrap around his waist as he plunged into her heat.
His heart thundered behind his ribs as she approached, the
heavy thud driving adrenaline around his body. Forcing himself not to move, he
watched her with an implacable gaze. His cock jerked again, begging for
release. Just a few more steps and he could touch her. Draw her into his arms
and claim her forever.
She stopped just out of reach and tilted her head to give
him a challenging look. Silence fell in the clearing as those assembled watched
the drama unfolding. They’d come to watch a claiming, but this was turning into
something far more explosive.
“Don’t play games with me, little faery. You won’t like the
reaction.”
He lowered his voice warningly, aware of everything around
them. The clearing, the interested spectators just waiting for him to grab her,
force her onto her hands and knees and fuck her. He wanted to, his cock as
desperate as he was to claim her utterly in the eyes of his people.
She bit her lip, her expression slipping and allowing him to
see the nerves within. Realization hit him hard. Eyes narrowing, he looked past
the erotic image she presented, the one his very male instincts wanted to focus
on, and saw what was actually there.
Under the bravado, she trembled, the thin fabric of her
shift giving her away as she took a breath in, the pulse at her throat pounding
as thickly as his. As he watched, she gathered her composure and lifted her
chin to give him a look that all but seared the flesh from his bones.
“Perhaps I want to play.”
That did it. Bane’s control snapped and he surged forward.
She was quicker. With a squeal, she dodged under his outstretched arm and
darted past him. Lust warred with delight at the game she was playing. He
roared and raced after her.
She didn’t get far. He caught up with her two steps past the
furs he’d been sitting on. His hand caught her shoulder, spinning her around
and throwing her off balance at the same time. She collided with his outstretched
arm and gasped as he hauled her up against his muscled body.
She didn’t struggle, her eyes wide in her delicate
heart-shaped face and searching his. Behind him, the crowd roared approval that
he’d caught his prize and a chant started up.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!”
He ignored it, holding her against him with one arm and
snagging his free hand in the mass of red hair at her nape. He’d
talking to them.
He ignored them, his attention all for the woman whose touch
had haunted him for the past week. The feel of her body against his, the soft
breathy sighs of pleasure, the way her cunt hugged his cock…all there as soon
as he closed his eyes at night. He’d about worn the skin off his palm fucking
his own hand.
She didn’t move, just watched him with her chin up, as aloof
and poised as if she were a grand lady and he a mere serf who’d had the
audacity to speak to her.
“I said, come here.” He shoved his thumbs into his sword
belt, his stance imposing. “Don’t make me come and fetch you.”
Gods, he wanted to. Wanted to chase her down, tumble
her to the ground and show her why he was the only man she’d ever need.
Admiration ran through him as she appeared to consider her choices. Defying
him, challenging his authority. Anticipation welled, whipping the lust swirling
through him into a frenzy. He’d make her pay for the defiance, in ways they’d
both enjoy immensely.
She flicked her hair over her shoulders and arched her back
so the sheer shift moved over her luscious figure. Her dusky nipples pressed
against the fabric, drawing a groan from the crowd. He ignored them as she
walked slowly across the clearing, picking her way with care.
With each step, the shift parted to reveal the length of her
legs, from delicate and tiny bare feet all the way up to thighs that made a man
want to get down on his knees and thank the gods he was male. Thighs Bane
planned to part, then wrap around his waist as he plunged into her heat.
His heart thundered behind his ribs as she approached, the
heavy thud driving adrenaline around his body. Forcing himself not to move, he
watched her with an implacable gaze. His cock jerked again, begging for
release. Just a few more steps and he could touch her. Draw her into his arms
and claim her forever.
She stopped just out of reach and tilted her head to give
him a challenging look. Silence fell in the clearing as those assembled watched
the drama unfolding. They’d come to watch a claiming, but this was turning into
something far more explosive.
“Don’t play games with me, little faery. You won’t like the
reaction.”
He lowered his voice warningly, aware of everything around
them. The clearing, the interested spectators just waiting for him to grab her,
force her onto her hands and knees and fuck her. He wanted to, his cock as
desperate as he was to claim her utterly in the eyes of his people.
She bit her lip, her expression slipping and allowing him to
see the nerves within. Realization hit him hard. Eyes narrowing, he looked past
the erotic image she presented, the one his very male instincts wanted to focus
on, and saw what was actually there.
Under the bravado, she trembled, the thin fabric of her
shift giving her away as she took a breath in, the pulse at her throat pounding
as thickly as his. As he watched, she gathered her composure and lifted her
chin to give him a look that all but seared the flesh from his bones.
“Perhaps I want to play.”
That did it. Bane’s control snapped and he surged forward.
She was quicker. With a squeal, she dodged under his outstretched arm and
darted past him. Lust warred with delight at the game she was playing. He
roared and raced after her.
She didn’t get far. He caught up with her two steps past the
furs he’d been sitting on. His hand caught her shoulder, spinning her around
and throwing her off balance at the same time. She collided with his outstretched
arm and gasped as he hauled her up against his muscled body.
She didn’t struggle, her eyes wide in her delicate
heart-shaped face and searching his. Behind him, the crowd roared approval that
he’d caught his prize and a chant started up.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!”
He ignored it, holding her against him with one arm and
snagging his free hand in the mass of red hair at her nape. He’d