Ryn takes a step closer to me and laughs, but once again the humor doesn’t meet his eyes. “You want to see the magic I can work between your thighs, Falon? Is that it?”
I snort. “Na, I think Treno might be a better fit there.”
Ryn leaps for me as Treno’s name leaves my lips, and I leap back to try and avoid him. This time, I’m not fast enough. I make a mental note to still pay attention to body language while shit talking. Pigeon gives me an approving nod and then strolls back to her imaginary bowl of popcorn and her gryphon sized Lazy Boy.
Ryn digs his fingers into my sides, and I wait for the pain to sink in, figuring he’s going to use talons on me like I did him. Instead, I get all squirmy when I realize that he’s tickling me instead.
What in the actual fuck? Who tickles someone that’s trying to beat the shit out of them?
I growl, annoyed by the fact that he’s clearly not taking this seriously. I wiggle away from him slightly and slam an elbow down on his neck. A threatening rumble moves from his body to mine, and he reaches up to pin my hands down. I shift until my fingers are razor sharp again and call on my wings. I use my wings to help push me off of my back and start swiping at Ryn.
He may be up for a tickle party, but I want blood and retribution.
Ryn snarls at me, or rather his gryphon snarls at me, when I claw lines up his neck and cheek. Pigeon comes screaming forward, and I can practically hear her sayingoh no he didn’twhile she pulls off imaginary earrings and readies herself for a brawl.
Ryn blinks, and his gryphon’s eyes disappear. I shove Pigeon back with anI got thisand use my wings to shove Ryn off of me. I leap up and then fly backward, keeping him from tackling me again. He jumps up in the air to even the playing field. I turn and make a wing sprint in the direction of Kestrel. Ryn grabs me by the ankle before I can even get a yard away. He drops like a sack of boulders, back down to the ground, pulling me with him as he does. I screech and kick to try and break his hold, but he’s too fucking strong.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he grunts out as he continues to muscle me out of the air. My wings flap furiously as I try to keep that from happening. I inadvertently kick up wind, dust and other forest debris as I try to get away.
“Thought I’d look in on Treno,” I grunt back.
Satisfaction flares inside of me when Ryn reacts the way I knew he would. He gets pissed. Now that I know Treno is a sore spot for him, I won’t be able to stop picking at it.
“You think that marked prick cares for you?” he challenges, triumph flashing through his gray eyes as he manages to finally pull me to the ground.
I try to leap away, but he’s too fast. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me under him.
“You think he’ll ever care more for you than he does power?”
I land blow after blow against Ryn’s chest, arms, face, neck.
“He’s not capable of it, Falon,” he warns, ignoring my assault like it’s nothing.
Pigeon is practically clapping inside of my head, and I’m confused by it until she slams me with desire.
“Damnit, Pigeon, this is not foreplay,”I yell at her, but she ignores me and immediately starts bombarding me with flashes of gryphon porn.
“If you’re trying to turn me off, it’s working!”I yell at her, and the flashes immediately stop.
I study Pigeon for a beat.“One minute you want to rip him apart, now you want me to fuck him?”I ask, bewildered by the one-eighty.
“You have all you need, Falon, you just don’t want to admit it. You like the game too much,” Ryn tells me, pulling my focus from Pigeon back to him.
“What?” I ask incredulously.
“You like being chased. You like the hunt. You especially like being caught,” he declares, finally pinning my hands on each side of my head.
He leans down in one quick motion and runs the tip of his nose in a circle around my diamond hard nipple. Fire explodes low in my abdomen, and a moan sneaks out of my lips. My legs spread open in invitation, and Ryn chuckles.
“So much for your thighs not working like that,” he teases, and I growl at him.
Shit. I’m pretty much never going to live that down now.
“You want to talk, or you want to continue showing me how much I like being caught?” I snap up at him.
Ryn brings his eyes level with mine and settles himself between my thighs. I like the weight of him there, and Pigeon sends me her eager agreement.
“Now, now, Huntress, don’t underestimate your prey,” Ryn chides. “I can talk and show you at the same time.”
