“It means I am yours forever, but”—he closed his eyes on a sigh—“you cannot complete this bond, no matter how much I want you to.”
The words stabbed her open heart. “Why not?”
He pressed kisses to her eyelids, her temples, the tip of her nose. “Because eternity is a long time, and I’m not a simple male. I’m the bastard son of Arawn, Lord of the Underworld.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Here, between us, I am your devoted mate and lover. With you, I will always be gentle. Once I walk out of this prison, however, I will be the male who’s been chosen to lead the greatest, most vicious Hunt of all time.”
His unspoken promise hung between them. She voiced it. “A Hunt that will include all members of the Unseelie Court.” Including her half brothers and half sisters, if they’d survived. “Except me.”
He held her face between his large hands and stared deeply into her eyes. “Yes, and that is the male you must love, not this one.”
He kissed her once more, sharing his devotion with her. She felt it in each thrust and stroke of his tongue with hers. She clutched him tighter even as he broke the kiss. With their breaths mixing, he asked, “Do you understand?”
She nodded, and he moved his fingers to the hem of her shirt. He jerked it up. She automatically raised her hands. Her top fluttered to the floor.
He dropped his gaze to her breasts. The bra she’d worn barely contained them and just covered her nipples. He ran his thumb over one point. It pebbled. A circling pass around her areola hardened it more. She squirmed and would’ve pushed his teasing finger away, but he covered her breast with his mouth a moment later and sucked. The tug connected with her womb. She moaned from the clenching, the rough pulls and her instantaneous response. One touch, and she hovered on the edge of paradise.
He settled his hands on her hips, massaging them, and suckled on her breast as if he had all the time in the world to worship her. He pulled her closer. She cried out with the slam of her body to his, but not in pain. Anticipation and excitement ramped up her desire.
She arched her back and pushed her needy flesh into his mouth. The wet material of her bra sensitized the tip. Each swipe of his tongue skipped electric tingles over her skin. Her other neglected breast begged for the same, but he made no move to release the one he’d latched on to. The ache grew unbearable. She covered her abandoned breast with her hand and squeezed the nipple. The pinch added to the sensations taking over her body.
He brushed her fingers away and kneaded the plump flesh in tandem to the tugging of his mouth.
“Calan.” She shivered. “That feels so good.”
His rumble of approval ignited the tingles skipping across her skin. A shudder raced down her spine. He switched his attention to her other breast and gave it the same loving kiss as the first. She dug her fingers into his hair and yanked, needing his mouth on hers, needing the passion and the release she knew he’d give her. He growled around her breast and sucked harder, throwing her into paradise.
Waves raced through her body, shocking her. She’d never had this instantaneous reaction to a man’s touch before. No guy she’d slept with had been Calan, however. She moaned his name as her body trembled and shook with the intensity of her orgasm. The gentle motion of his thumb brushing over her wrist added to the experience.
She held on to Calan and let go, reveling in the endless release. Finally, it eased. She grabbed the short locks of his hair and tugged his mouth from her breast, capturing his lips and kissing him.
She nipped him when he tried to take the lead and pulled back when he demanded more. It was his turn. He would feel her passion. If he didn’t want the words that reflected the emotion she felt growing inside her, she’d show him how she felt.
Harley turned her head to the side, breaking the back-and-forth kiss. He refused to give her the control she wanted. He would, though. She knew exactly how to garner it too. Before he could make the next move, she gripped his cock. A squeeze of his thick rod froze him, and with rough tug, and he moaned.
Oh yeah, she’d been right. Calan wanted to be worshipped too. He just thought he had to give it to her first. Well, he’d pulled a mind-blowing orgasm from her. It was his turn, and she knew exactly what they both wanted.
With her hand on his ass and his cock as a handle, she gently guided him onto the bed. He sat, spreading his legs and giving her a perfect spot to kneel.
“Harley—”
She swiped her thumb over the slit already glistening with precum. His warning turned into a moan. Liking the sound, she bent and kissed the swollen head. His flavor hit her, and her shuddered breath escaped. He tasted as smoky and rich as his scent implied. She licked, suckled, and teased more of his essence from him. The moans reaching her ears were hers, but the curses belonged to Calan.
Hands gripping her hair, he urged her closer. The silent demand reflected her wants. She opened her mouth and drew him deep, as far as she could. She groaned around the thick cock stretching her lips. The unique flavor of her Huntsman had the potential to intoxicate her. Already, lightheadedness threatened. She grabbed his thighs to steady her swaying body. Poised above him, she had him right where she
