Chapter 40
Derian
She’s incredible.
Huntyr Lachlan is a beautiful woman. It’s impossible to deny that. With long dark hair that contrasts against her vividly bright eyes, and her incredible curves in all the right places, you’d have to be insane not to find the woman attractive.
Like this, though?
She’s completely in her element. She’s practically glowing from the thrill of the mayhem.
She’s not even thinking. Her body and instincts have completely taken over, and I’m no longer watching Lady Lachlan with her gentle smiles and underhanded comments.
I’m not even watching the Huntress filled with rage, violence, and calculation.
I’m just watching Huntyr. As she is.
And she’s stunning.
Beside me, Cal sinks back into his seat, surveying the damage. “This is going to talke forever to clean up.”
It sure will.
The dining room is a picture of destruction. Chairs broken, tables fractured, and food lining the floors and walls. Huntyr herself is covered in it.
Every blow she takes is like a direct strike to me, but Ulna was right. This is the kind of chaos that our people feed off of. If Huntyr is going to live among us, she should learn to stand on her own.
Looking at her, though, she doesn’t need any lessons.
“Definitely half-Fae,” Taric agrees, watching her head butt an opponent. “Where was that spunk during our days of training?”
“She was obviously faking her lack of skills,” Ulna points out.
Cal and I turn to each other, both worried about what my Aunt is about to piece together. Anyone else knowing Huntyr’s true identity right now could be far too dangerous.
But Ulna simply pours herself another glass of wine and laughs.
“Strategy at its finest. She made herself the perfect underdog.”
I look at Cal, and he nods, silently agreeing that, for now, we seem to be in the clear on that front.
If I don’t get her out of this room soon though, the chaos will get out of control.
This fight will end with either blood spilled or me bedding her right in the center of the floor amidst all the carnage.
And as desperate as I am for her, I’m just as desperate to keep the pleasure of witnessing her in ecstasy all to myself.
I push my hands onto the table, lifting to my feet.
“Enough!” I yell, the room stilling as I do, just as Huntyr bashes a man over the head with discarded dish ware she’s picked up from the table beside her.
Everyone is silent, slowly climbing to their feet and breathing heavily as I make my way around the table. They part easily for me, creating a clear path directly from me to her.
Every step towards her has my blood rushing even faster. The closer I get, the more desperately I need her. She stares at me, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling in perfect time. Those long fingers are still clutching the dish as I finally come to stand before her.
I look down at it, nearly losing all ability to speak as I recognize what she has in her hand.
“A cake platter?” I ask, my words soft and just for her ears.
She glances down at it quickly, as if she didn’t even realize that’s what she’s holding. Her lips quirk up, slowly at first, but then they split wide in the first true, genuine smile she’s ever given me.
And then she laughs.
A joyful, lighthearted laugh that I immediately commit to memory.
“I told you,” she breathes, cheeks flushed from the fight. “I’m remarkably adaptive.”
I can’t wait any longer.
I take her hand in mine and pull her away without another word. The platter falls to the ground and shatters as we leave the dining room. She’s still laughing when the doors close behind us.
The door to my bedroom is barely closed before I’m pushing her against the wall, throwing my hands on either side, and caging her in front of me.
She’s still fucking grinning.
The ends of her hair are covered in cake, and her dress is stained, but she’s so unbelievably happy I’m about to become undone. I’m like a starving man. I’ve never wanted or needed anyone the way I need her right now.
Her joy is the most powerful aphrodisiac I’ve ever encountered.
“That was quite a show you put on out there,” I whisper.
She bites her lip as she looks up at me, pushing against the wall so that her hips buck against mine. “You looked like you were enjoying it.”
I tangle one of my hands in her hair, pulling her closer to me. “Oh, I was.”
“It’s a shame it’s over,” she sighs, even as her eyes spark even brighter. “I was having such fun.”
My playful little Huntress, always making me work for it.
“Is there anything I can do to continue your fun?”
She tilts her head back, trailing those perfect lips along my jawline, and I’m impressed by my own willpower as I stop myself from ripping the tattered remains of her dress up and sheathing myself deep inside of her, right here and now.
“Well,” she purrs, pulling back to level those wide eyes on me. “I believe you were going to show me what you can do with that filthy mouth?”
The fragile hold I had on my control snaps.
I close the inch of space between us, bringing my mouth down upon hers in a kiss that is neither gentle nor loving.
It’s desperate.
My hand trails down her back, feeling every silken inch of exposed skin as I pull her to me.
The soft whimper that escapes her mouth sends satisfaction coursing through me and I need to hear it again.
I need to hear that sound over and over.
I wrap my other hand around the back of her head, angling it just right so that she opens for me.
She’s just as hungry for me, her tongue stroking against mine, her hands clawing at me as she works to rip my shirt over my head. Once it’s off, her hands move everywhere, exploring every inch of my body that she can.
This isn’t a game anymore. She’s not trying to rile me up or tease. We’re both lost to our need for one another.
She’s perfection. She smells of wine, sweat, and that utter essence that is just her, and I’m completely enveloped by it. I want to be enveloped by it. I want her scent wrapped around me as much as I want her wrapped around me.
As I pull away, she whines slightly, but stills when she sees the devilish grin I give her before I slowly lower myself, dropping to my knees before her.
It’s not a position I’ve often found myself in.
Without breaking eye contact, I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, kissing gently along the soft skin of her inner thigh and savoring the sound of her gasp.
“If I remember correctly, you mentioned something about enjoying when a man begs for you?”
She flushes, something that seems impossible considering how heated her skin already is, and her hand spears into my hair, gently pulling at the strands.
“So, Huntress, would you like me to beg for you? Would you like me to beg you to let me trail my lips up every inch of this perfect thigh, and then the next, until I reach that beautiful spot between them? Should I beg to fuck you with my mouth until I feel you quiver on my tongue?”
She’s panting now as I trace idle circles along her ankle. Lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes brilliantly shining. “I fought to the death for you. The least you could do is say please.”
Wicked woman.
“Please, Huntyr.” I press my lips against the side of her knee. Then higher. Then higher. “Please give me the supreme pleasure of unravelling you with my mouth alone.”
I could spend the rest of my life listening to that breathy little gasp on repeat.
Sadly though, I need more than a gasp.
I pause my movements, glancing up at her. “I need an answer, Huntress.”
She’s biting down on her lip, head tossed back against the wall, dark hair falling all around her like curtains of midnight-shaded silk. All I get from her is a nod. It might be all she’s capable of.
And it’s all I need.
I hook my fingers through the lacy undergarment separating us and bury my face against her warmth, letting the taste of her explode against my tongue.
The effect is instant for both of us. Her hand pushes me deeper as cries of pleasure echo around us, and I’m just as invested. She tastes like summertime. Like the way the water in the rivers beside the mountains in Amberhull tasted when I was a boy.
“Derian.”
My name on her tongue is a song. A beautiful melody of such pleasure and wanting that I need to hear it over and over again. I need to carry her further. I lose myself in the pursuit of her climax—kissing, sucking and nipping that little bud until her thighs begin to tense.
Only then do I lift my hand, curling two fingers inside of her in time with the work of my tongue, and I feel tremors hit in beautiful waves of perfection. She doesn’t bother to hide or quiet her moans, and I’ve never been prouder.
The leg she’s standing on gives out, but I’m already rising to wrap an arm around her waist, lifting her.
“Now,” she whispers. “Please.”
I have absolutely no intention of waiting.
Without warning, I take her to the floor.
The walk to the bed is far too long for me to wait to be inside of her, and luckily for me, she doesn’t seem to mind.
Desperately, she rips her dress up just as I lower my pants enough to sheath myself inside of her in one violent thrust that has her screaming my name again.
She bucks against me, taking everything I give her and throwing it back at me. It’s fast and desperate. Absolutely feral. When the storm outside crashes against the window, she simply starts peppering kisses down my neck and chest, whispering beautiful words like ‘yes’ and ‘please’ and ‘more.’
Damn if I don’t want to give her every fucking thing she asks for.
Her fingernails claw into my back as I bury my face in her hair, breathing in that smell of her like it’s the last breath I’ll ever take. When she comes apart underneath me, I follow her over the edge.
In the still moments that follow, I roll off of her. We’re both panting, sweating messes, staring at the ceiling. I can’t help but wonder if she’s just as shaken from whatever the fuck that was as I am.
“You know,” she finally says, breaking the silence. Then she turns those eyes on me, and I’m instantly hard again. “The floor wasn’t on the list of places you wanted me.”
That smirk of hers is going to be the death of me.
I grin and pull her mouth to mine again.