Excerpt from Hunter's Bounty, my new paranormal romance in an anthology with Sascha Illyvich and Margie Church.
Damn him. Why
won’t he stop pushing?
His
jaw ticked and his lips thinned. She’d hit a nerve. At first she thought about
apologizing, but that would show weakness. The last thing she needed to do was
show her vulnerability. He would take that as a sign that she could be swayed.
“Believe me; she will have the best
protection I can buy for her after we get her back.” His voice was gruff and
filled with anger. She didn’t want to provoke him any further, so she pretended
to sleep. No way would she get any sleep before dawn. There was just too much
going on.
“I know you’re not sleeping over there.
I can feel you thinking.” This time he spoke to her in a lighter tone of voice.
She sat up and smiled at him.
“Sorry. I just wanted out of that
conversation before we said things we’d regret.” Looking back out the window,
she hoped he would leave it alone. This wasn’t something she enjoyed talking
about. She generally stayed away from anything emotional or personal, but the
connection they had was like no other she’d ever experienced.
“Well, don’t get too comfortable, vamp.
We will talk about this some more. You can bet your sweet little ass on it.” He
pulled her by the chin to face him. “I will have you. Anyway I want.”
His eyes bore right through her. She had
no doubt that he would have her again. That she was looking forward to. He was so
commanding and dominant in bed. All of the things she craved. All of the things
she needed to reach her maximum orgasm. They would have to stop soon so she
could rest. He would definitely take her then. She almost smiled at the
thought. She stared him in the eyes. “I know.”
“You’re getting wet again aren’t you?”
He let her chin go. “Why don’t you get busy right now. Undo my pants and suck
me. Take my cock all the way back to your throat.” He reached over grabbed her
hair making her scalp sting, and pulled her down to his crotch. “Taste your
juices on my dick. See how good we are together.” She unsnapped the button on
his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Then she reached in and pulled his
erection out. Lana’s mouth watered to
taste him, to feel him sliding across her tongue.
“Yes, Sir. I want to please you.” And
she did want to please him. She wanted to taste them together. She wanted him
to fuck her mouth as he wished. Hard and fast would get her off, too. He pushed
her head down as she opened her mouth, taking him deep. His salty pre-come
exploded on her tongue, making her want him all the more. She wrapped her
tongue around his girth, sliding, caressing his member. She heard him inhale
sharply through his teeth.
“Sonofabitch, that feels good.” His grip
tightened in her hair as he pushed and pulled her head up and down, fucking her
mouth. His hips rose and fell in the seat as he pumped into her throat. She
timed her breathing with his thrusts. She couldn’t see how he was driving, but
she guessed he had it under control.
“Come on, baby, suck me.” His groans of
pleasure surrounded her, spurring her on. She loved the submission she gave to
him. She could get drunk on his sounds of ecstasy. The tip of his cock slammed
into the back of her throat making her wetter. She thought she might come from
the intensity of the act.
Her mouth slipped off of him on an
upstroke. “I am sucking you.” She swirled her tongue on the crown and swallowed
him whole again. She had her hand working his cock in tandem with her mouth.
Gripping, pulling him toward bliss.
“Dammit, I’m gonna come. You better
swallow every last drop and lick me clean. If you so much as spill a drop, I’ll
take it out on that sweet little ass of yours.” He glared down at her
challenging her. She was oh so tempted to spill, but she figured he would take
her ass anyway.
She increased her suction, making his
body quake.
“Here it comes, darlin’.” His cock began
to pulse and jets of come splattered on her tongue. She loved the salty
sweetness of his release and greedily swallowed every single drop.
