He could have hurt her earlier. He hadn’t. He’d annoyed her, patronized her, then dared her to come after him. Was he crazy? Did he not think she’d have her revenge?
She saw the sweat trickle down his forehead into his hair.
He blinked up at her when he heard her purring. And she smiled.
The raw lust in his gaze—for her—set her off. She had to have him again, but this time, on her terms. How he’d hate that, that she’d taken charge. Even better.
“You know. There are a lot of ways to make a man beg.” She lowered her pussy over him and lightly rubbed over his cock.
He gasped and then clenched his jaw.
“Yeah. Ways to make you feel so good,” she whispered and licked his ear. He jerked under her, and she laughed softly. “And so hungry.”
“Joy,” he growled.
She nipped his earlobe, then pulled back to stare into his eyes. So golden. So pretty. Her cat wanted to rub all over him, so Joy did. Gyrating so that she touched him all over, flesh to flesh, smothering him in her scent. Time she took charge, for once. That he was turning her on like crazy was a bonus. Even helpless, he looked wild, raw.
“
“What will you give me if I do?” She scooted up his body and leaned her breast over his mouth. “How about a treat?”
He latched onto her nipple and sucked and licked, moaning his pleasure. When she started to lose her focus, she pulled away and made him give her other breast the same attention.
She pulled back, both aroused and amused at how hard he was breathing. “Did you like that?”
“Yeah,” he rasped and licked his lips.
She could just imagine what else he wanted to be licking. Soon. But not yet. Not until she had some answers.
“Tell me, Quince. Are you and Alissa engaged?”
“Fuck no.” The outrage in his tone reassured her.
“Why did you really trick me back in that spa in Whitefish? To get to my family?” She leaned down and kissed a trail toward his nipples.
“I wanted you. Hell, I still want you.”
Good answer. She licked his nipple, then bit him.
He jolted off the ground as if struck by lightning. “Jesus. Fucking kiss me.”
“Do you want to mate me?”
When he said nothing, she looked up from his chest to see his intense eyes blazing at her. They glittered like gold in the shadows, and his pupils enlarged as his cat stared out at her before ceding to the man once more. She nibbled her way to his other nipple and sucked hard, lost in the taste of him.
He groaned. “Please. Joy. Put yourself over me. Let me inside.” His ragged breaths warned her he couldn’t take much more.
“Answer me.”
“
“Why?”
“Shit. Why not? You’re fucking sexy as hell. You’re smart. I like you.”
“And you want to rule the pride.”
“Actually, I don’t.”
The blunt words froze her in place. “What?”
He swore again. “Damn it, Joy. I’m going to die if you don’t ease me. My balls are blue, and my dick is so hard it might break. Give me
She wanted to, badly. “Tell me the truth first.”
“I want you. Period,” he said through gritted teeth. “Pride be damned. And screw your family. I want
She scooted up his body and settled her knees on either side of his head.
He stilled. “Please, baby. I’ll make you feel so good,” he breathed.
Needing more, she eased over his mouth and moaned when he immediately started licking her. He sucked and played until she found herself riding his lips. But not wanting to go over without him, she rose and turned around before he could protest.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” he rasped when he saw what she intended, then started licking her again.
When she put her mouth around him, tasting the seed at his tip, he jerked and pumped his hips faster. His hands had to hurt like hell behind his back, but he didn’t seem to care. And soon, neither did she.
Joy couldn’t think past the need to swallow him down, to take him into her body and soul. He wanted her. Not the pride, not her sisters. Just her. She believed that much out of him at this moment. Because his struggling desperation for satisfaction couldn’t be feigned.
She eased her hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed while she drew more of him into her mouth. He sucked her clit and licked, and she readied to come. But not before him.
She angled her hand between his legs, and he spread them wider. As she drew him to the back of her throat, licking the thick shaft stretching her lips, she cupped his balls and squeezed.
He drew on her taut nub and shattered her at the same time he jetted into her mouth. She swallowed him down, lost in her own climax. Their animal spirits merged, and the glorious touch of his soul prolonged her pleasure.
He finally ceased spending, and she released him from her mouth and carefully lifted off him. Drenched in sex and blessed peace, she moved to his side and stared down at him, not surprised to see his eyes shuttered, his lips slick with desire.
He sounded like gravel when he garbled, “Jesus. Am I dead?”
She laughed at him and sat on her haunches, still trying to catch her breath.
“Not dead then. Can we do that again?”
She shook her head. “Aren’t you mad that I got the better of you?”
“Honey, you can take me down any time you want. You have the sweetest pussy and tits I’ve ever tasted.”
“Tits?”
He flushed. “I, er, I mean breasts. Melons. Mounds?”
She laughed at him.
“So if you’re done having your wicked way with me, can you remove the ties at my wrists?” He rolled onto his side.
“Hmm. I don’t know… Say, ‘Joy is great’.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Say it.” She just looked at him.
“Joy is great.”
She hummed with happiness as she untied him.
Then he added, because he was Quince, “At fucking. Joy is great. At making me lose my mind. Joy is great. At sucking my—”
She punched him in the belly and took comfort in his
“Neanderthal.”
He sat up rubbing his wrists, a glint of humor in his eyes. Before she could blink, he tackled her to the ground, their positions now reversed. He leaned over her, caging her wrists together, holding her down with one hand.
“Now, kitty. Maybe we should try this my way. Say, ‘Quince is great’. No, wait. Say, ‘Quince is my master. The great and mightiest man ever to lie between my golden thighs’.”
