Page 84 of Dare
I wanted the pain of his touch, and the agony of his tongue, and the ferocity of his cock. I wanted to be taken, to be split open, to be ridden. I wanted us to wreck one another’s world.
“Why you?” I begged while scraping through his hair.
Why him? Of all monsters, why this one?
Jeryn’s body strained, as though tormented by the same question. Like a starving man, he plied my throat with open-mouthed kisses, his lips feeding on the sunbursts. My eyes flipped to the back of my head, my cunt melted, and my shaky fingers dashed up his scalp.
“Fuck,” he seethed against the inked symbols.
The illicit sound oozed down my spine as I bowed into him, disturbing the roots and clinging for support. With every sweep of his tongue, a fractured moan dropped from my lungs. The merciless contact turned me into an explosive—a glowing ball of flame, with the power to drain the ice from this man’s veins and turn him into flint.
Hellfire, that’s what happened. His mouth became that flint, and my body became kindling, smoking and sizzling. Pinned against him like a spread butterfly, anticipation robbed me of oxygen.
Sultry air drenched the chamber. Glowing blossoms quivered from the bushes outside.
His face burrowed into my throat, licking and sucking the sunbursts like he wanted to consume them, to erase them. And my skin liked him so much for that. I drowned in his scent and his groans and his touch, each forbidden pass of his tongue like an apology, and I couldn’t, I just couldn’t.
I straightened, swooped down, and grabbed his face. Finally, I beheld the prince’s expression, from the sharp irises to the inflated black pupils, from the half-mast orbs to the unhinged jaw—from loss to lust, with nothing held back.
His attention riveted on me … saw me.
I didn’t love him. Yet I understood him, and I thirsted for him, and there could be more. Little by little, there might be so much more.
I fixated on his corrupt mouth, longing to soften the contours. With a ravenous gasp, my mouth dove for his own.
The motion triggered a swift response. At the last moment, Jeryn reeled back, his palms grappling my cheeks.
“No, my little beast,” the prince husked. “Far too easy.”
His torso heaved against mine. Wound up like a spring, I panted into him.
His little beast. For the first time, the nickname sounded like an endearment. To that end, ambition lit his face, an impulse that urged me backward.
Far too easy.
I realized what he meant. I’d known this experience before, only this time a thrill fired through my blood.
With a hooded gaze, the enemy moved toward me. Instinctively, I skittered off his lap and launched to my feet.
Jeryn rose like a wolf on the hunt. In the shadows, the dark prince stalked my way.
As feral calls played through the rainforest, I walked backward toward the chamber’s exit. In my wrinkled nightgown, I must look as rumbled as he did. Tousled blue hair fell around Jeryn’s face, the snags indicating where I’d cleaved through the mess. Low slung pants skimmed his waist, his hipbones visible along with every cobbled muscle stacked across his upper body. If I peered closer, a wet mark would reveal where my pussy had drizzled onto him.
But I wouldn’t peek, because I’d have to come nearer. As the prince had said, that would be too easy.
We’d begun like this. Captor and captive. Predator and prey. Tonight we would continue that way, except with another desire in mind, a different kind of chase. One that nobody was here to witness or judge or stop.
This hidden world was ours. Within it, we could be as wild as we wanted. Whoever caught the other would have their pick of the pleasure.
“I shall give you a head start,” Jeryn husked.
“I don’t need it,” I whispered.
And his lips tilted a fraction. “Then run.”
That instruction, I would heed. Twisting, I bolted from the chamber.
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