She knelt by his side, sneering at him. “How does it feel now, lightweight?”
“Fine, you caught me. So what?” He tried to act like he didn’t care, but his dick gave him away. She’d caught him and tied him up. A personal fantasy that involved her tongue, breasts and definite oral action.
The temptress didn’t miss a beat. Seeing his arousal, she wrapped her hand around him, and he hissed out a breath.
“Oh my. Big bad pride leader has a problem.” She snickered and gripped him tighter.
Blessed torture. “Joy.” He sucked in a breath when she ran her other hand between his legs, cupping his balls. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His eyes crossed when she stroked him.
“Well now. Seems to me like you don’t have as much control as you thought.” She smiled, the cat that ate the canary. With Joy, probably literally.
“I—oh man. Please. Do that again.” He arched his hips off the ground, his cock like a steel post, as if he hadn’t recently come inside her.
“What’s that?” She let him go, and just as he was about to plead with her not to leave, she straddled his waist on her knees, so that he could feel her wet heat above him but not surrounding him. “Tell me, Quince. Who’s in charge now?”
The little sadist was getting a kick out of this, but because it was his deepest wish that she finally show him what she could do, he fed her ego.
He clamped his lips shut tight, goading her.
And she responded beautifully. God, he loved her. Her green eyes sparkled with…well, with joy. He wanted to laugh at the thought, but he groaned instead and closed his eyes when she lowered herself to rub that sweet cream between her thighs over his erection. He pumped against her. Just a little bit more and he could get the tip of himself in her and thrust—
“No. I don’t think so.” She raised up off him and leaned down, so that her breasts were close to his face.
He felt sweat run down his temple. “Come on, baby. You know you want me,” he forced himself to say, even knowing how he’d pay for it. God would he pay.
Joy smirked at him. He looked to be in serious sexual pain. His dick was rock hard. And his eyes about rolled up in his head when she’d been holding him. The power trip had to be going to her head, because she felt something deep inside her break free.
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. Mine. So warm, her cat purred.
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.
“Please. Fuck me. Come on. Put me inside you.” His guttural plea overjoyed her cat.
“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.”
“God, yes. Okay? I want to mate you.” He swore.
“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 something.” He licked his lips again. “Sit on my face.”
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 you.” He bucked again, but this time she decided to give him a reward before he broke out of those restraints and issued some payback.
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.