Neecy heard his pants drop, the ripping of the condom box then the condom package. She squirmed a bit and Yager growled. “Don’t. Move. I’m barely holding on here, baby.”
She didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she just couldn’t help herself.
Teasing him was so much fun. Spreading her legs, she looked over her shoulder, and said, “Then you better get off your ass and fuck me… Will.”
“You,” he ground out, “are such a vicious brat.”
Yager kicked her legs farther apart as he kept her rooted to the spot with one hand. His other hand slid over her ass and down between her legs. She moaned as two fingers pushed their way into her.
“What am I going to do with this body tonight, Lawrence? How many different ways am I going to make you scream my name?” She panted as his fingers went deeper. “Damn, Neecy. You’re drenched. Is all this just for me?”
“Not if you keep making me wait.”
Yager leaned over her, his tongue licking across her spine.
“We’ve got all night, baby.”
“You’ve got till dawn.”
He paused, his body suddenly tight. “What if I wanna fuck you in the morning?”
“That’s not part of the deal.”
“There’s a deal?”
“There is now.”
A long moment of silence followed that declaration and Neecy worried he might leave. Especially when he pulled his fingers from her body.
She didn’t want him to leave, but she didn’t want Nice-‐Guy Yager to have any false hopes either. Waking up in his arms would be a huge mistake and they both knew it.
Strong hands gripped her hips, yanking her body back. His latex-‐covered cock slammed into her, forcing its way past tight muscle. She winced as her body took a moment to adjust to his size. As always it was a snug but delightful fit.
“Then I guess I shouldn’t waste a second, huh, Lawrence?” Yager demanded as his hand slipped around to the front of her body and slid between her thighs.
“Nope,” she gasped as his fingers found her clit. “You better not.”
It was pretty much the last thing she said for the next few hours…
Waldgrave took apart his rifle. He loved the monotony of meticulously cleaning his weapons. It allowed his mind to focus on more interesting things. Like the Hunt. His congregation of Hunters knew they’d been preparing for something, but they had no idea what.
Not surprising. How often does a true test of one’s skill come? How often do you truly risk your life while on a hunt?
How often does a goddess put you on this path? He worshipped Her not merely because of her beauty or power, but because her cruel nature spoke to him. She understood him when no one else did. Not his ex-‐wives. Not his children.
And when she finally gave him a task, it was something as wonderful as this. A true Hunt for the best hunters.
“What do you want us to do with the body?”
Waldgrave didn’t bother looking at the carcass of one of his loyal disciples.
They’d caught him, but he’d done his duty. He knew the boy had revealed nothing before dying because no Crows attacked his house. They were not females who waited for anything. If the Crows knew where they were, they’d be breathing down his neck this very moment.
No. They still had time.
“Prepare him for the pyre. We’ll offer his body to the flames and his soul to Her.”
“No. Stop!”
Yager’s cock popped out of her mouth and she glared up at him. “What is it now?”
“You can’t keep going down on me every time I try to have a conversation with you.”
Wanna bet? Neecy licked her lips and again wrapped her mouth around his hard cock.
“Goddammit, Neecy.” She liked when he moaned that. Made her feel kind of powerful.
She deep-‐throated him and sucked hard. His back arched and she thought for sure he would pop. And if he popped, he sure as hell wouldn’t feel like talking.
Instead, however, he grabbed her shoulders and hauled her off. Next thing she knew, he’d flipped her on her back and pinned her down with his body.
“I wanna talk.”
“Then find a priest…or a therapist.” That seemed like a pretty nasty thing to say, but he only smiled at her. Why couldn’t she have a normal stalker like everybody else?
“You can’t fight me forever, Neecy.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Really.”
He sat up, bringing her with him. “Now, let’s get you comfortable.”
She was comfortable. With his cock in her mouth. But, no, that wasn’t good enough for Will “we have to talk” Yager.
Yager pulled her up until her back touched the headboard, then he grabbed hold of the sheet and covered her. Sitting down close beside her, Yager fixed the sheet so that it covered his hips and his gorgeous cock. Disappointing.
Once he put them the way he wanted, he turned to her. “So, tell me about yourself.”
“No.”
“What do you mean no?”
“I mean no. This wasn’t part of the deal.”
“Actually, we don’t have a deal. All you said on the phone was that you wanted no dating and no relationship. At the moment, that’s what we have.”
Neecy turned her body so she could look Yager in the eye. “What do you mean
‘at the moment’?”
“Come on, Neecy. You know I’m not giving up that easy.” She really wished he didn’t look so cute when he said that.
“Is that right? And if you keep persisting, why should I keep this going? Why shouldn’t I throw you out on your ass right this second?”
He didn’t answer her. Not verbally anyway. Instead, he reached out and gently grasped her breast through the sheet. One squeeze and he had her. They both knew it. She couldn’t even breathe. He toyed with her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“Tell me to go, and I’ll go.”
He had to be kidding. She could barely think with his hand playing her so effortlessly.
“Tell me to go, Neecy.”
Yager knew she wouldn’t, she could see it by the look on his face. Not now.
Leaning forward, she tried to kiss him, but he pulled back. He kept his hand on her breast, though.
“No you don’t. I wanna talk first.”
“About what?” Damn, she’d really have to do something about the whining.
What was it about this man that pulled emotions out of her she never allowed herself to have much less express in public?
“About you. I wanna know about you.”
Again? “I died when my boyfriend…”
“Not that. After that.”
“After that? You were there for ‘after that.’ Why do I have to go over it again?”
“I wasn’t there, Neecy. I was living my life with the Ravens and you were living yours. I didn’t even know you were a history professor or that you had your PhD. So I want details.”
She didn’t get this guy at all. Why did he care?
“I know. Let’s make this a reward system.”
Neecy’s eyes narrowed even as she writhed under his hand. “What does that mean?”
Finally releasing her breast, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his sheet-‐covered lap. Her legs straddled his hips, as she put her arms around his neck.
“Now, where did you go to college for undergrad?”