He grinds into me slowly, the leather of his Narwagh armor rough against my sensitive skin in a way I really like. I lean forward and nip at his bottom lip, and a satisfied purr rumbles in his chest. The sound has me wondering if his gryphon is as horny and unapologetic as mine is. His full lips skim mine, and it focuses my thoughts solely on the feel of him against me. He doesn’t move to kiss me or fuck me; he seems content on simply teasing my mouth...my breasts...my pussy.
I growl in protest, and it seems to amuse him even more.
“You think you want the climax right now, but you’re a Huntress, Falon. You need to stalk it,” he tells me, running the tip of his nose up the side of my neck in a very delicious way. “You need to chase,” he declares, bringing his lips temptingly close to mine and then pulling back when I try to close the distance. “You need to lust for the kill,” he states matter-of-factly as he starts to grind rhythmically between my thighs.
I moan and tilt my hips in a way that increases the friction between us.
Ryn kisses me finally, drinking down the moans his body is coaxing from me. His tongue twirls with mine, his lips suck at mine and nip. He kisses me so thoroughly that I almost come from that alone. Ryn reads my body like it’s his favorite book, and he pulls back just as I get close to riding my release over the edge. I whimper, putty in his capable hands, and he chuckles.
“See, Falon, you have everything you need right here. Treno isn’t going to hunt or be hunted. He isn’t going to break you open one thrust at a time like you need. He doesn’t know you well enough to know when you need to dominate or be dominated.”
“Ryn,” I snarl. “Shut the fuck up about Treno and get inside of me!”
Ryn’s eyes light up with victory, and he rolls off of me onto his back. I don’t need an invitation, and I climb on top of him, grabbing the neck of his gouged armor vest and pulling him until he’s sitting. Fire is banked in his gaze, and I can feel his eyes on me like they’re his hands as he looks from my lips to my breasts. I untie the vest and pull it off. I shove the tunic underneath roughly over his head and then move down lower.
I untie the laces over his hips and cock, skimming the dark brown curls that peak out of the top of his pants. I can see the outline of him pressing against the animal skin of his pants, and I can’t help but lick my lips. I want my mouth around him. I need to taste his want and feel his needy fingers in my hair as I swallow him down.
Ryn tilts his hips up as I get his pants untied, and I pull them off his well-muscled thighs, down his calves and...shit. I forgot about his boots. I quickly yank them off, one foot at a time, and by the time I get Ryn fully naked, I’m so wet and ready that I’m pretty sure I’m going to come before he can even get inside of me. He watches me just as hungrily, and I crawl back up his legs and palm him. He’s shiny with desire, and I stick my tongue out, eager to taste how his lust is flavored. His hips jerk up, and he hisses as I run my tongue up the underside of his cock.
My hard nipples skim his thighs as I wrap my lips around his head. I bob shallowly at first and then gradually take Ryn deeper and deeper into my throat. I hum appreciatively when he moans my name. Wrapping my palm around his base, I work in time with my mouth to make him feel like I’m taking all of him in my throat.
I clench around nothing as he threads his fingers in my hair, bucking into my mouth and worshipping me with his moans and praise. Out of nowhere, he pulls my mouth off his cock and pulls my lips up to his.
“Hey!” I protest, and he laughs.
“I want to come in your cunt, Falon, not your throat,” he declares, his lips kissing me into submission.
He pulls away and palms my breast, dropping his mouth to suck on my nipples as I reach down and position him at my entrance. I drop down on top of him, and sure enough, I come right away. Incredible sensation shoots out to the tips of my body and then gets sucked back to where his cock is buried deep inside of me. I ride him and my orgasm as it ricochets through my body.
I grind against his base until his brown curls are soaked with my release and his lips are against my ear.
“Yes, that’s where you belong, my Huntress. Your body against mine, your lips screaming my name, your cum all over my dick, my mouth, my fingers. This is where you should always be, and this is my place now too. I live now to feel you spasm with pleasure around me. I exist to worship you, your mind, your heart, your body. You’re mine now,” Ryn declares.
He flips me onto my back and lets his body claim me the way his words are trying to. I throw my head back and float on all the exquisite sensations his dick and mouth are calling from my body. He nips at my neck and jaw, palms my breasts, and he fucks me hard. It’s all so good that my staccato moans turn into a steady thrum of just his name spilling out of my lips. Ryn bites at my shoulder hard enough to register the pressure but not enough to break the skin. He buries himself between my thighs and roars out his release, the meat of my shoulder still between his teeth. His thrusts get more and more shallow as he empties himself inside of me. Then suddenly, just when it seems like things are slowing down, he grinds into me, and it hits everything just right and sends me over the edge one more time.
He plays with my nipples as I come apart again, chuckling when I slap his hands away. He rests his forehead between my breasts, and we both work to catch our breaths. He doesn’t pull out of me, and for some reason, I’m grateful for that. It’s as though we’re floating in this in-between world of pleasure and connection and intimacy. But the minute he moves, it will shatter. I’ll have to crash back down to a world where I don’t belong, dealing with shit that’s way out of my paygrade.
I just want to stay in this moment, Ryn between my thighs, pleasure echoing in ripples of warmth through me.
I play with the short strands of his brown hair. The light catches streaks of blond as the locks move through my fingers, and it’s like the sun is proudly pointing out all the places it’s kissed his soft hair over time. Ryn’s fingers trace up and then back down my sides in a slow, hypnotizing rhythm.
“We’ll be leaving by the end of the week,” he tells me, his voice and body relaxed against mine.
“What?” I ask, surprised by that statement.
He looks up at me, his gray eyes studying my face. “I had to change the normal exit strategy to accommodate you and several others who have been working behind the scenes here, but it’s all arranged. Five more days, and we can all be free of this place forever.”
“And go where?” I ask.
Ryn’s brow dips as if he thinks the question is odd. “We go with the Hidden and put an end to this war once and for all,” he states, like it should be obvious.
Zeph’s face surfaces slowly in my mind until it comes into focus. It’s as though I can still feel his hands around my throat and see the way his face contorted with cold rage when he told me to leave. His words play back in my head as if he’s snarling them at me still.
“Get home if you can, hide if you can’t, and hope a Cynas gets to you before the Avowed can, or worse, the Ouphe dregs track you down.”
“You’ll throw me to the wolves, just like that?”
“It’s where your kind belongs. Oh and, Falon, if you ever come back here, I’ll kill you myself.”
