4
Oran
Ilet her turn me. Her eyes are bright with a fire that is fanned by fighting. No one has ever captured my attention the way she has. But I spoke the truth. I’m not ready to return to faery. I enjoy hunting the monsters that slip through to the human world. I like the human world with all its variety.
She opens her mouth. I drag her close and kiss her, cradling the back of her head with one hand and cupping her ass with the other. The thrill of the hunt is high in my blood. I want to drink and celebrate.
I want to drown in her.
The bat drops to the ground and her arms go around my neck. She lifts onto her toes, and presses her hips to mine. I grind against her. I’m hard and want nothing more than to fuck her over my bike. She moans into my mouth and nips at my lip.
Danni tastes like summer—all heat and slicing brightness. I always go for the ones that will burn me.
Her hands slide under my shirt. “You don’t have to take me back yet. They’ll still be sleeping.”
“I know.” We have more than enough time. My hands skim over her hips.
She draws back and undoes my belt.
“It’s just the after-fight rush.” I don’t know why I’m trying to stop her; it’s never bothered me before. Sex after a successful hunt is a high I’m addicted to. And not something I’ll ever confess to another rider. This is something different. She fought with me and is sharing the high.
“Yeah? Then why are you going so slow?” She drags the fly of my jeans down, reaches into my underwear and grabs my dick.
Her hands are cold on my hot skin, but her touch is firm with each stroke. I undo her jeans. They’re the tight kind that I have to shove over her hips, along with her panties, before I can touch the wet heat of her pussy.
She rocks against my hand until my fingers slide into her. She’s hot and tight and ready from the way she’s panting against my lips.
I spin her around and she puts her hands on the seat of my bike like she’s done this before. I don’t want to think about it, so I sink into her, losing myself in her slick heat.
She groans and pushes back as though she wants more. I grip her hips and thrust harder. Danni keeps up, pushing me faster. She gasps as she comes, tightening around my cock. I give in, letting the climax roll through me, steal my breath and the high.
After the high comes the crash when injuries are felt and regrets creep closer.
For several seconds I can’t do anything more than figure out how to breathe again. Slowly, I pull out. I made a promise to take her back before the spell wears off, so we can’t linger.
I curse myself for making that vow, but then I didn’t realize how hot she’d be swinging the bat into the newyn. I would much rather be taking her to my place so we can fuck again, but slower…
I catch the thought. I don’t take women home. I don’t bring them on a hunt either.
Well, damn.
I think I’ve met the woman I want to take to faery…and that is far more terrifying than any outer realm monster.
