Ram Wild, by Decadent Kane – Excerpt
RAM WILD, BY DECADENT KANE
- EXCERPT -
Echo glared at the back of Jace's head, hoping he could feel her anger.
She swallowed the growl that tried to escape her lips.
He was getting under her skin on purpose.
She shouldn't let him get to her, but no one had shared her space like this in...
well she didn't remember the last time she had someone actually staying with her.
Thinking on it made her realize, other than when she was a child, she'd never shared her habitat with others.
Her home was the one place she could be herself, where she didn't feel like she had to meet some silly nymph expectation.
Other nymphs she had grown up with used their lust magic to get anything and everything they wanted, and many males would succumb to sudden death because of it.
Echo didn't want to kill, and she could get things she wanted without a man.
She could barely believe how abrupt Jace was, how could he just make himself comfortable on her couch?
And did he have to take up so much room?
No. She couldn't let him push her around. She was a nymph. Her very essence was of seduction. She was made to lure, to get what she desired. Men did as she wanted, even if she didn't always like it. That's how her magic worked.
Why didn't Jace do as she wanted him to? Could he be immune to her nymph charms?
Echo slipped around the couch and right onto his wide lap.
Her white skirt flowed out, and his jeans scratched along her bare thighs, creating an erotic sensation with his erection so close to her core.
She needed to catch him off guard if she was going to make him leave.
She refused to let him get his hands on her fleece and she wouldn't be giving it up without a fight.
She had to keep a hold of it, had to protect her trees and magic.
She was certain she could use the fleece to extinguish Fahd, she just had to figure out how before confronting the dark entity.
There was no one else in the area to do it, and since she was tied to the white oak, she couldn't very well leave.
She'd been on her own for so long, she didn't need more help anyway, just the fleece.
Echo smiled, batting her lashes at him. Her fingertips walked slow steps up his muscular chest. Barely gracing the silver chain along his neck below the collar of his shirt.
Heat radiated off Jace and straight through Echo as her heart slammed in her chest. She couldn't mess this up; why was she so nervous?
It wasn't as if she had never seduced a male before.
Even one as attractive as Jace, or an immortal.
She chalked her nerves up to feeling the magic draining ever so slowly from the land and thinking far too hard about the task at hand, seducing Jace.
He was just another guy, a means to an end, only she didn't have to worry about killing him with her nymph seduction.
He would and could handle it. So why in Hades did it feel like she was the one falling under his spell?
He smelled entirely too good for a man. The scent of woods and magic wafted off him, tickling her senses.
It was a spicy, very male scent. He had to be giving off some kind of pheromone because what she really wanted to do was taste his flesh again.
To run her tongue up his perfect tan neck, nibble at his delectable lips, and, by the gods, feel his tongue penetrate her.
Waves of need thrummed over her. She had to resist because he wasn't giving in about the fleece, and she reminded herself of that fact.
He didn't care why she might need it, only that he had a claim on it or something, and males had one track minds.
Echo only had one chance to make her plan work; she couldn't get distracted by sexual thoughts of her own right now and blow it.
"You know, men usually do what I want." Her words came out in a flirty whisper.
She let her fingers slide down the side of his stubbled cheek.
His whiskers prickling along her sensitive skin.
"I can see you have a strong will, and once you set your mind to something, it can't be undone easily.
" She used all the luring magic inside her to emphasize her words, wanting him to feel as if he were the only man in the world, wanting him to believe she only had eyes for him.
Human men liked flattery, it didn't hurt to try with an immortal, right?
She was barely containing herself as it was and if she didn't hurry up and make her move, she would succumb to his heady scent.
By the gods, why did he have to smell so good?
Was this some trick by one of the gods? Loki perhaps or some other?
Gods and men alike played with people's minds, one reason she knew she couldn't stay near the other nymphs—not that she ever fit in among them with her green eyes and dark hair standing out in such contrast. Plus her bigger than average size.
Which she liked and found many men enjoyed too.
His handsome features drew her in, even though she tried to ignore them and hang onto her anger.
She enjoyed the closeness, the feel of his heat and his erection.
Echo wiggled, moving over him. Jace groaned, and the sound made her want to hear how he would sound as he slid in and out of her.
Would he have a deep grunt as he came? Echo squeezed her thighs together, her core clenching at the prospect of having her way with him.
"You're right little nymph, my mind is firmly set, and I will have my way. If you'll be so kind as to give me my fleece, we can have some fun before I leave the city." His dark, hooded eyes seemed to see straight through her.
She gripped the rage inside her, holding onto it tightly.
She needed it in order to do what needed to be done and not fall for his physical charms. The words coming out of his mouth did more to enrage her than woo her.
Jace smirked as his arms moved down toward her body.
As if she'd let him get very far after his remark, despite her own desire to have him.
Echo kept careful track of how close his very strong looking hands were to her backside. Her skin seemed over sensitive to his every little movement, his every breath. He rocked himself against her, the hard length of him derailing her thoughts again.
No, she needed to stay on track.
Echo rocked her hips and met his thrusts, encouraging him as his hands slid down her sensitive sides. Before he managed to grab onto her hips, Echo snatched a hold of the collar of his shirt with both hands and used all her might to pull him up off the couch.
Leverage was everything.
"Be that as it may, you aren't welcome here.
" She smiled, proud she had moved him off the couch and put a little cool distance between the heat of their flesh.
Her nipples hardened against her blouse, causing a rippling sensation, making her wet for him.
The space offered her some perspective. If he couldn't be seduced, couldn't be moved to let the fleece go, she'd have to find a way to get him out and make sure he didn't find it until she had taken care of Fahd.
All she had to do now was get him to the door before he could counter her leverage.
Echo couldn't contemplate what she might do if this didn't work.
Darkness was falling in the sky, and the land was shifting, trying to not attract Fahd by moving magic around the forest, not concentrating it in one area, even as she tugged at her own magic she could feel the forests need to not give too much.
Jace's eyes widened in shock. Echo willed her magic through her bare feet, drawing up from the land, letting the warm tingle flow through her stomach and out her hands, shoving the man to the front door in one quick burst of magical energy.
As a nymph in harmony with the land, her magic could be powerful if she needed it to be.
Mother nature would lend her strength, and the land adored nymphs.
She was sure she had him. She would throw him out and lock up behind him.
He spun around faster than Echo thought possible without missing a single step. He danced her toward the front door, grabbing a firm hold of Echo's wrists, keeping the magic from hitting him again as he moved out of her line of fire. His eyes seemed to darken even more.
Everything happened so fast she barely registered what he'd done until her back roughly met the unforgiving door.
His leaned his chest into her, pinning her to him, and the very weight of his form felt entirely too good.
Damn her body for wanting his. How had he managed to turn the tables so easily?
He should be on his knees begging for her to caress him, to make him come.
Instead she was pinned against her own door.
Jace pulled her hands apart and slid them up above her head before she could react.
He was using his body against her when she should have been using hers against him.
She tried desperately to swallow her shock and the wanton need for him to be aggressive with her some more.
Since when did she like being thrown around so much?
Echo considered the fact that no man had ever manhandled her until she met Jace.
"I don't think that’s any way to treat a guest." His eyes blazed with a heat Echo had seen on countless men through the years.
By the gods, she enjoyed that look and the fact he was using it on her.
Her core throbbed with need. As much as men wanted her, she lusted just as much, but until Jace came along she hadn't had much satisfaction and she could almost swear he knew it.
The peaks of her nipples rubbed along her blouse, and she tried not to move to encourage the sensation, which sent a rippling zing straight to the throbbing betwixt her thighs.
This man, this immortal was far more than she bargained for, and she still hadn't quite figured out how he managed to get past her invisibility wards, it was as if fate had played a role somehow.
The land helped to protect her; had it let him in?
Technically, he shouldn't have been able to find her.
Echo struggled ineffectively. She pulled at her wrists, but his hold was solid and didn't budge even a little.
There was only one option left. "Guests are invited," Echo said as she pulled her knee up quick and hard, landing in the sweet spot between his legs.
Satisfaction coursed through her for standing up to him.
How dare he think she wouldn't. Though her true feelings were of need and want, she wouldn't be giving in to his desires when he should be the one giving in.
That was the whole point of this entanglement to begin with.
Damn him for switching it on her. And he deserved that knee for her body's betrayal and invading her space.
It was only fair she managed to invade his as well. She smiled in spite of his scowl.
His jaw clenched, and a grunt barely made it past his perfect lips, but, to Echo's surprise, Jace didn't go down.
Every other man she'd kneed had fallen while holding onto his precious balls.
But Jace stood stoic, seemingly even stronger than he was before as his grip tightened slightly on her wrists.
Not enough to hurt, but enough for her to know she had made a small impact on him, even if he didn't respond fully to her invasion.
Instead, he only allowed a few inches of space between them—enough so she couldn't knee him again.
He took a deep breath, perhaps to calm himself, and then said, "Don't worry, I invited myself. "