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Taming The Hunter

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2019
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His smile was so infectious, she felt joy in her core. He leaned in to kiss her and the sweet, firm touch branded her softly. Stubble brushed her breasts with a tease. And he dashed his tongue over her curves, avoiding her nipple, which frustrated her in a good way. When he explored the underside of her breast, he paused and traced her skin with a fingertip.

“This dark mark here. It’s not a scar?”

“No, a birthmark.” It was about an inch long. A dark line right under her breast and between two ribs. She’d studied it often, wondering over it. “They say birthmarks are scars from a previous lifetime.”

“I assume those who say that believe in reincarnation?”

Oops. She wasn’t about to let him start thinking now.

Diving in, Eryss kissed him hard and deeply, rubbing her breasts against his shirt and vest. His fingers found her nipples and he pinched them gently, then not so gently. She moaned deep in her throat and rocked her hips upon his lap.

Moving too fast? Could one ever move fast enough toward destiny?

“Dane, let’s do this. Share energies.”

He kissed her jaw and nuzzled his nose against her cheek as he whispered, “Does that mean what I think it means?”

“Yes.”

Suddenly Eryss was airborne, and she landed on her back on the couch. Dane crawled over her, unbuttoning his shirt as he did, and she helped him pull the clothes down his arms and fling them to the floor. She pressed both palms to his chest, reveling in the solid muscle and warm, tickly hairs.

“You’re beautiful,” she said. “Surfer guy.”

He laughed that wondrous and soul-touching laugh, and she laughed because it was infectious and she wanted to take on the energy he put out.

“You are the beautiful one,” he said as he bowed to kiss her between the breasts. “You and your energetic heart chakra.”

He slid his tongue along the curve of her breast and glided up to suckle at her nipple. Raking her fingers through his hair, Eryss held him there, gasping as his expert touch moved the energy from her breast out through her body and to all parts that now tingled and curled. Her toes dug into the velvet couch.

She reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and he chuckled from his throat as he moved to her other breast. A confirmation that she was on the right path. Shoving down his pants to his hips, she then danced her fingers around to land on the head of his penis, which had escaped his boxers. Hot and hard, it filled her palm. He gasped when she clasped her fingers over the top of his erection, and his movement pulled him down through her grasp. She quickly caught him again and this time controlled the pistoning action herself.

“Your energy is definitely very focused,” he said as he glanced up at her and winked. He closed his eyes, and she controlled his silence with a firm grip of his cock. He was able only to moan then, and that pleased her immensely.

“You don’t want to go up to the bed, do you?”

“No, I like it here in the jungle.” He shook back a loose strand of his hair from his eye. “Uh, do you have birth control? I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m good. Birth control,” she replied. It was her standard way to explain that she conjured a birth control spell once a quarter under the harvest moon. But the guy never needed to know the method, or anything beyond that she was safe.

She wiggled her hips as he slid her dress down to her thighs and then her knees, until she eventually kicked it aside. And all without letting go of his cock. So talented.

“You’ve got the hold of someone who must prefer driving,” he commented as he looked down at her firm clasp.

“It’s just so fun to hold. You don’t mind?”

“Not at all. As long as you don’t mind me kissing you here.” He slid up alongside her so she didn’t have to let go of him, but also bowed forward to place a kiss at the apex of her thighs. And he didn’t stop there. His tongue dashed out to explore and taste and devour. “You smell like coconut here.”

“I always use coconut oil in my body lotions.”

“I like it. I think that stuff comes in handy as a lube, too, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Oh, lover, we are not going to need it,” she cooed, and met Dane’s winking smile.

Had she seen that smile so many times in her various reincarnations? Possibly.

“Come inside me, Dane,” she whispered.

He moved up to kiss her mouth, and his fingers stroked her folds still, tendering her most sensitive spots with ease and devotion. When she guided his erection between her legs, he propped up on an elbow and met her gaze. In the soft candlelight his eyes twinkled, and as he entered her, the intensity in his irises held her mesmerized. He owned her with his eyes, with the smile that grew as his rhythm began and the thickness of him filled her.

Eryss clutched at his hip, beckoning him faster, and never losing eye contact. The expressions on his face moved from a tense, lip-biting agony to a cool, smirking confidence. And then his eyes closed and his body trembled. His thrusts grew deeper, harder. She dug her fingernails in at his hip, begging, pleading for the mastery.

And the tug and tease of his erection at her clitoris summoned an orgasm that shook her very bones at the same time that he gasped and clutched the couch near her head. They came together.

As they had through the centuries.

* * *

Dane was startled awake by Eryss’s cry. They lay entwined on the emerald sofa amid a wild and weird winter jungle. Still in the clinging throes of sleep, he watched as she sat up and touched her ribs just beneath her breast. Right where that weird birthmark darkened her skin.

“You okay?” he muttered, fighting the urge to come fully awake.

She nodded sleepily. She was fighting wakefulness as well. It was still dark outside. “Just a weird dream.”

She settled beside him and he pulled her close. As her skin melded against his, his erection took note and he smiled against her shoulder.

“Really?” she murmured.

“It’ll settle,” he said. “Unless...?”

“Come inside me, Dane,” she said in a beautiful sleepy tone.

And so he did, slipping into her hot wetness and not even feeling the need to thrust. It just felt great being inside her. And together they drifted to sleep again.

Chapter 5 (#u66acf346-a78a-5d11-bf24-8b8957433691)

Dane strode out of the bathroom and down into the kitchen, veering toward the fridge only because it was a natural inclination to seek snacks after sex. But instead he grabbed a glass from the shelf and poured some tap water. He retrieved his cell phone from his coat pocket and propped a hip against the butcher-block table.

Scratching his bare abs, he checked his emails. None. Not that he’d expected any. He was on an unofficial vacation. But he always strived to stay in touch with the Agency. There was a possibility someone might want to get ahold of him. He’d emailed Tor that the dagger pickup would be delayed, but it wasn’t a problem. The Agency was pretty sure the dagger was neither cursed nor contained active magic.

Because sometimes weird stuff did happen around the weapons he debunked. It all had to do with the energies. Blades and weapons made from metal could pick up magnetic properties, and if you stood in the right place at the wrong time, the thing could be propelled toward you due to paramagnetism.

He loved stuff like that. Made the job more interesting than it already was.

“Energies,” he whispered now, and his thoughts returned to last evening when Eryss had asked him to place the rose quartz over her heart chakra. “Who’da thought?”

So he’d give the idea of stones possessing energy credence. Because he had witnessed it, and was pretty sure she hadn’t tricked him with a low-voltage device such as the type magicians palmed for unsuspecting suckers. That didn’t make her a real witch, just a woman connected to nature.

And there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.
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