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He bites my lip. “Quit your wriggling.”
“No,” I rasp. I can feel his throbbing erection against my thighs. “You promised me adiscussion.”Struggling against the skirt of my dress to get my leg up only aggravates him more. Suddenly we’re moving and he plants my ass on a rung of the ladder leaned up against the side of the barn.
He barely gives me a second to find my bearings before he’s gathering up the material of my skirt. “Wha . . .” I grab onto his shoulders to steady myself.
“You’re right. I did promise you adiscussion.”His fierce tone sends a pinch of misgiving all the way to my toes.He wouldn’t hurt me, would he?But once my skirt is hiked up over my lap and he presses his hand to the apex of my thighs, my worries disintegrate.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe.
The pressure turns into slow, languorous circles. Without the ladder to hold me up, I’m sure I’d melt into a puddle at his feet. The soft surface of the buckskin is perfect to drive me mad.
He leans into my ear. “Is this what you’ve wanted all night long? Me with my fingers on your cunt.”
I curl my arms around his neck, burying my nose in his neck as another slow circle has me almost coming out of my skin.
“I think it is,” he taunts. “Your eyes have been begging for this.” His wicked fingers slide up to the laces. “Or maybe you’ve been begging for my fingersinyour cunt?” He slowly unties them to push his way in between the leather and my curls.
He makes contact with my clit and I cry out, my heart rate soaring with how good it is.
“Oh, shit. You’re wet. So fucking wet.”
He works his big callused palm further into my leggings, cupping me, almost sending me right over the edge. Never have a felt anything like this, like the Mother has set me on fire and now she’s waiting for me to burn up. I rock into his hand, seconds away from doing just that.
“No,” I whine when the pressure lets up.
“Hush.”
“No, I – ahhh!”
A blunt finger explores my folds and I become a mess of unintelligible ecstasy as he slowly pushes it into me. “Oh, yes,” he rumbles.“Exactlywhat you’ve wanted from me.”
The feel of his finger inside of me is beyond divine. There’s not much room for either of us to maneuver but my hips twist and buck, desperately trying to urge him on. “Stop squirming,” he orders, wrapping a hand around the front of my throat to push me back so he can look me in the eye.
“Please, Luka,” I plead, faint with desire.
“Please, what?” he demands, his expression intensifying as if my begging is to be enjoyed or even savored. It sends a tremor rippling through my core. He must feel it because he applies a bit more pressure to my neck. Sweet bliss. I arch. “Yes, I need –”
“No,” he announces hotly. “Youneedwhatever I give you. Nothing more. Nothing less.”’
The objections on my tongue disappear as he pushes the heel of his hand hard into my clit, driving his finger deeper.Yes!Another squeeze to my neck. The animal need to chase down my climax consumes me. He squeezes again and I take hold of his forearm, dying for that last final bit of something that will set me off.
Chapter 14
Luka
In the glow of the northern lights, she’s magnificent; wanton, desperate, about to dip her toes into a very deep pool of rapture. Her tight cunt is slippery and spasming at even the slightest movement of my hand – either the one with the finger inside of her or the one wrapped around her neck. Vaguely I recall Eldon’s hell-cat comment and feel a smirk tug at my lips. Hell-cat, indeed. This side of her is too good to be true.
“Be still,” I order when she continues to roll her hips, but with her eyes at half-mast and her breathing heavy, she pays me no mind. I give her a shake. “I said be still or you’ll get nothing.”
Finally acknowledging me, she grips my arm more tightly. “Fuck you,” she gasps as another twinge squeezes the finger I’ve got tucked up inside her. My cock throbs with the insult. So defiant at every turn, my delicious little raven. Though there’s not much room in her pants, I partially withdraw my finger from her depths.
“No,” she wails, but it dies off as I add another finger to the first and shove them both into her. We both revel in the stretch. “Fuuuuck,” she moans.
Dammit, why did I choose to do this here?I need her sprawled across my bed, naked and completely at my mercy, where I can play with her, bringing her to the edge over and over before I drive into her in every imaginable position, in every possible hole. The prospect causes heat to swamp me from head to toe. I quit playing around. Squeezing her neck a little tighter, I thrust my hand up into her again and again until she topples over into oblivion.
It doesn’t take long. She was ripe for it and I devour the sight of her body shuddering and her features going slack. As she comes down off her high, looking small and vulnerable, the need to protect her buds to life. My palm slides from her throat to the back of her neck and I cuddle her against my chest. Over my shoulder, I scan the yard, but it’s empty of any movement except for the horses. A little aftershock clutches at my fingers and I realize I’m still buried inside of her. Reluctantly, I pull free, setting off a succession of whimpers from her.
“Sshhhh,” I soothe, stroking her hip under the dress. “I’ve got you.”
