extended his talons and flicked the tip of one over her hardened clit.
She jolted, orgasm strumming through her body. Her wetness sealed their bodies together at one central point as she arched. Her thighs locked tight, and he knew he’d never in his life forget the look of ecstasy that swept over her face just then. A low cry spilled from her lips, and her pussy milked the length of his cock as she came. Retracting his talon, he worked her clit with a fingertip, dragging more from her.
“Hunter!”
His name on her lips broke his control. He bracketed her hips with his hands, flipping her underneath him so they were half on the carpet and half on the wooden floor. She gasped at the quick movements, but he was beyond caring about anything except the drive toward orgasm.
Catching her wrists in one hand, he held them over her head and pinned them to the floor. His hips bucked hard, driving deep inside her sweet heat. It felt so damn good, he was going to go off like a biobomb.
His jaw locked as she arched under him, her beaded nipples rubbing against his chest. Their mingling scents combined with the musk of sex and sweat in the room, dragged out the primal hungers, and the hawk fought for dominance within him. He slammed his cock into her over and over again, no finesse, no concern for her comfort, just the white-hot need to come inside his mate’s soft body. But her long legs clamped around his flanks, lifting her into his thrusts. Her voice chanted in his ear, calling his name, urging him on.
That was all it took to send him flying, to push him higher than he’d ever been in his life. Her pussy clenched around his cock again, and she hissed as she shattered in his arms. His fingers bit into her wrists, his back bowing as he came in powerful jets inside her.
“Delilah,” he breathed. Shudders racked his body as he released her hands and sank down on top of her. He buried his nose in her throat, inhaling the fragrance of her with each ragged breath.
She flung her arm around the back of his neck, panting. Her legs relaxed, her thighs falling open against the floor. His cock slid from her pussy, and he grunted. He knew he’d want her again. Soon.
First, he should probably get them both up and off the floor. A self-deprecating smile curved his lips. Certainly not how he could have ever contemplated taking his mate the first time. Then again, he’d never imagined having one—hadn’t even wanted one. But she was here now and he had to deal with her.
He gathered her against his chest and stood. She stirred when he laid her on the bed, yawning catlike. “I should…”
“No, you shouldn’t.” Crawling onto the microsilk sheets next to her, he pulled her back into his arms. “You’re here for a week. Stay there.” He settled against her, throwing his thigh over hers. “Sleep.”
She sighed, a little purr rumbling in her chest. Her body relaxed into boneless sleep. It was amazing how felines could do that. He let out a slow breath, stroking his fingertips down her side. The restlessness that had ridden him for weeks had dissipated, and his muscles loosened by degrees, his eyes sliding closed. If he was taking the wrong risk and she gutted him in his sleep, at least he’d die having had the best sex of his life.
Not a bad exit strategy.
2
When Delilah woke up, the man was wrapped around her like a boa constrictor. She smirked. Afraid she’d get away, was he? Smart man.
She’d stay the week, though, if for no other reason than to find a way to get around his security system and snatch his ruby. She knew it was back in the safe. When he thought she was asleep in the middle of the night, she’d watched him take it out of her bag and return it to the safe. A frown pulled at her forehead as confusion swamped her. He had to know she could get into the safe again if she’d done it before. Faster this time, probably. So why put it back? His actions made no sense.
Then again, when did the rich make sense to anyone but themselves? Maybe he was just stupider than she assumed. It didn’t matter, so long as she could get enough time alone in this room to steal the ruby.
Once she made that happen, she’d offload it before anyone could prove she’d had her paws on it. If anyone asked why she’d been in Hunter’s flat, she could always claim to be a hired jade. It wasn’t like the police wouldn’t believe she was a prostitute. Her mother had been, and so had her sister Lorelei—until she’d clawed her way to the top of the food chain as a madam. Now Lorelei owned the most notorious technobrothel in New Chicago. Hell, the world, maybe. As unsavory as the life of a jade was, it wasn’t illegal. She couldn’t be arrested for getting paid to fuck a wealthy man. And, really, part of the fun of Delilah’s own job was taking from wealthy men. They’d taken so much from her and her family, it was only fair to return the favor. She’d have to lay low for a while after this, though. The money was definitely good enough to make it worth her while. Her client obviously wanted the ruby bad.
So, now it was a challenge. Figure out how to take the gem right out from under Hunter’s nose and not get caught. She ran her tongue down a long fang and grinned. She’d been paid to do a job and she was going to do it. She never failed, which was why she got the prime commissions. And playing with the hawk wasn’t going to be a hardship. He was good-looking, had an acre of microsilk sheets to roll around on, and had the most talented mouth she’d ever come across.
The things she did for her job.
It surprised her how he’d seen to her pleasure before he’d taken his own. Not what she expected from a spoiled rich boy like him who’d grown up with anything and everything he wanted. Then again, did she really care why? He was a mark, nothing more. She’d use him and he’d use her, but when it was over, she’d be the one on top. She always was.
Hunter sighed, his warm breath whispering over her neck as he snuggled in deeper. His arms tightened around her torso, pulling her even closer to him. The hard arc of his cock pressed against her ass. A low purr soughed from her throat. Now, there was a toy any cat would like to play with.
Reaching behind her, she let her fingertips feather over the length of him. He groaned against her skin, giving a tiny jolt as he woke. Peeking over her shoulder at him, she winked. “Good morning.”
“Mmm. Yes, it is.” His palms cupped her breasts while his hips thrust into her hand. “Don’t stop.”
She chuckled. “Hadn’t planned on it.”
“Good,” he grunted.
Extending her claws, she lightly ran the tips up the long shaft of his cock. He groaned, his hips thrusting into her touch. She rubbed the pad of her thumb over the tiny opening at the head and smeared the bead of moisture there, massaging it into the bulbous crest. His ragged breath brushed her ear, and he rubbed his palms over her nipples. Heat wound through her. The man knew how to touch a woman.
She loved the power that raced through her when she held a man’s cock in her hand, when she sucked it into her mouth. At that moment, rich or poor, smart or stupid, the man was hers. He would do anything for her. Her pussy clenched at the thought, moisture slicking the lips. Her fingers tightened around Hunter’s dick, but the angle at which she had to twist her arm made it difficult to stroke him the way she wanted to. She moved to roll over, but he stopped her, pulling her hand away from his cock.
“I wasn’t done yet.” Wriggling in his arms did little for her—he was bigger than she was, and unless she wanted to damage him, she wasn’t going to get away.
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