His enticing musk invaded her senses, embedding itself so deep inside her that she feared it would remain a permanent part of her.
“What are you doing to me?” she muttered, her hands running a restless path down his chest.
His soft laugh brushed over her cheek as he reached down to grasp the button on her jeans, helping her wriggle out of them before tossing them across the room.
“Nothing you aren’t doing to me,” he muttered, arching back to run a searing gaze over her body now covered in nothing more than a red thong.
Isi shivered, the gold and jade gaze a near tangible force as it moved from the tattoo that ran the length of her neck to linger on her breasts that felt oddly heavy.
“Why does your musk make me feel better?”
His hands glided down to grip her hips, his lips tracing the curve of her breast.
“Actually, I don’t have a clue.”
“Can you use it as a—”
His hands gripped her hips, abruptly lifting her up so he could tug her to face him, settling her back down so she straddled his lap. A groan was wrenched from her throat as the hard line of his cock hit her tender clitoris, nearly making her come.
“A what?”
She struggled to think as he returned his attention to her aching breasts. “An aphrodisiac?”
“It can be.” He tilted back his head to flash her a grin filled with wicked promise. “But trust me, I don’t need an aphrodisiac to make you hot and bothered.”
She dug her nails into the smooth skin of his shoulders. “Don’t mock me.”
He continued to tease her nipple, rubbing his cock with flawless precision against her. Oh…shit. It felt good. Violently, insanely good.
“Mocking is not what I want to be doing with you,” he said, kissing a path between her breasts.
“Talon.”
With a low groan, Talon lifted his head to claim her lips in a kiss that demanded complete surrender. Hunger blasted through her, searing away any hope of resistance.
“Before this night is over I intend to hear you scream my name,” he husked against her lips. “Over and over.”
She pressed against his erection in blatant invitation. “You talk a big game, but how do I know you can deliver?”
He chuckled, blazing a path of kisses down her throat. “Don’t ever challenge a Pantera, darling. I might not ever allow you out of my bed again.”
She instinctively shied from his possessive tone.
“I’ll leave your bed whenever I want to,” she warned, deliberately rubbing against his cock. She smiled at his violent shudder of pleasure. “And if you think you can manipulate me with sex, you’d better think again.”
“Isi,” he growled, his eyes narrowing. “Can you stop searching for an insult in everything I say?”
“I just don’t want you assuming—”
His hands moved over her body, his mouth planting restless kisses between her breasts and down the quivering plane of her stomach.
“There’s no assumption,” he rasped. “Just you and me. Let yourself go.”
Isi gasped when he grabbed her by the waist and before she knew what was happening, she found herself perched on the edge of the table with Talon kneeling between her spread legs. Leaning forward, he dipped his tongue into her belly button, a shocking bolt of pleasure aiming straight between her legs.
Holy shit. Talon truly was a Hunter.
He went straight for the kill.
She planted her hands on the table behind her, feeling as if she was being assaulted with sensations. The bold exploration of his hands, the moist caress of his tongue, the heady musk that stirred her senses.
It was like being tossed into the middle of a raging vortex.
“Just for tonight,” she managed to rasp.
He lifted his head to stare at her with open amusement. “You won’t budge an inch, will you, Isi?”
“Never.” Way past the point of no return, Isi decided the only thing left was to give in to the inevitable. Running her hands up the curve of his neck, she plunged her fingers into his hair. “Now shut up and prove you’re more than just talk.”
Hell no, she didn’t just go there.
What Pantera could resist a blatant challenge to his manhood?
Especially if proving his manhood meant taking this female over and over, until she was too sated with pleasure to move.
Of course, he would prefer if she wasn’t watching him with that wary defiance, as if convinced he was plotting some nefarious means to hurt her. Not that he could blame her. He’d given her little reason to trust him.
Something that was going to change.
Gently spreading her legs wider, Talon allowed his hands to skim up her bare thighs, his gaze drinking in the sight of the tiny scrap of lace that was all that hid her delectable pussy.
His heart thundered as his fingers headed toward the sweet spot, feeling off-balanced by the intensity of his desire.
He expected the male part of him to be ready and eager to have sex with this female. Even when he was trying to convince himself she couldn’t be trusted, he was battling his ruthless desire. But the hunger of his cat was unexpected.
He’d never had his animal so close to the surface during sex. It was intensely erotic to have his pleasure echoed within the cat.
He didn’t question why his animal would be so intensely fascinated by Isi.
Not when he was already beginning to suspect the truth.
She hissed out a sharp breath as the power of his cat glowed in his eyes, filling the room with a golden light. Not that she was afraid. Not his foolishly brave Isi.
It was the same raw hunger that clawed at him.
“I need to taste you,” he said thickly, his fingers at last reaching the edge of her thong. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Her eyes darkened, her hands tightening in his hair as he allowed a claw to form, slicing through the delicate fabric. His cat growled in pleasure as the satin fluttered to the table, leaving her bare to his avid gaze.
Damn.
She was beautiful.
His mouth watered as he slowly leaned forward, closely monitoring her reaction. As desperately as he wanted her, he was prepared to halt the second she revealed any hesitation.
She watched him from beneath lowered lashes, her face flushed with passion. Then, for one breathless second she tensed, her expression troubled. Talon swallowed a curse.
Isi had been forced to the Wildlands, and then bullied into staying.
He wasn’t going to pressure her into sex if she had doubts.
But before he could pull away, she tightened her fingers in his hair and tugged him forward.
He met her smoldering gaze. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.” She gave a slow nod, her dark hair with its blue highlights shimmering like satin in the dim light. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He studied her for a long moment, waiting until he could see the frantic urgency smoldering in her midnight eyes.
Only then did he lean forward, at last allowing his tongue to stroke through her slick fold.
His eyes slid shut in pleasure.
Christ.
She tasted of magnolia and woman. Sweet, luscious cream and power.
Talon’s cock twitched, pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans.
He needed to be in her.
He needed to mark her. Not only with his passion, but with his musk. Hell, with his very essence.
The thought should have been terrifying. Instead, nothing had ever felt more right.
This female was precisely what he needed. Strong. Independent. But with a heart that was aching for the opportunity to love.
They’d both lost their families and deep inside they were both searching for a place to call home.
Something they could build together.