but as a man to a woman. It was surprising, but chemistry like this wasn’t something she ran across often. Especially not while she was on a job. Best not to question it.
Reaching past her, he lifted a small, carved stone statue from his bedside table. He held it in front of her eyes and let her get a good look at it. Standing on a flat base was an ancient warrior in ceremonial garb—loincloth, headdress, and an eagle symbol carved over his chest. It was compacted, so that the figurine formed a long cylinder.
“What are you doing?” She shot a confused glance over her shoulder. There were a lot more pressing matters to take care of than a miniature Mayan statue.
“As if you couldn’t guess.” He tilted the top of the statue so that it parted her curls and rubbed against her clit. “Spread.”
He couldn’t possibly…but he did.
Rolling her hips, she kept the constant contact against her clitoris. Her arm reached back to fist in his silky hair. A moan exploded from her throat and her thighs eased apart. He pressed the small statue to the entrance of her sex, pushing in one slow micrometer at a time. It stretched her, and a helpless whimper echoed in the wide room. If she weren’t so wet already, it would have been painful. As it was, the pleasure was going to kill her.
“That is a twelve-hundred-year-old figurine,” she gasped, horror and excitement rippling through her. Stealing things like that were how she made her living. The man was clearly insane, but Deus this felt too good to stop now.
“At least. From the ruins of Palenque, I believe.” He pulled it out, only to push it back in again. Faster this time, harder. “You know your ancient artifacts.”
A shudder racked her form, and she twisted in his arms, clinging to sanity by the barest margin. “It’s my business to know.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her back. “It’s never been put to better use.”
The ridges in the stone pressed into the walls of her sex, slightly rough, utterly exciting. Her fingers dug into his forearm, but she was careful not to let her claws scrape him again. A shudder rippled through her. “Hunter…”
He hummed in the back of his throat. “I like it when you say my name.”
Her head rolled against his shoulder, arching her torso. “Move. Faster. Hunter.”
A rough sound burst from him as she gasped his name, and he gave her exactly what she’d demanded. She lifted her leg, curling it back over his thigh. It left her wide open, gave him all the access he could possibly want. She didn’t give a single thought to how many creds she could get for that figurine, or how this was the kinkiest thing any man had ever done to her.
Her hips snapped forward to meet each of his thrusts, working herself as quickly as he would allow. Contractions rippled in her sex, tension building deep within her until she thought she might scream. The way her heart pounded made the sound of blood rush in her ears. She panted for breath, each lungful of air dragging his hot, masculine scent to her nose. It aroused her even more. Her head pressed back against his shoulder, her body bowing as she moved closer to orgasm.
He buried the figurine deep inside her, angled and twisted it as he pulled it out again, then did the same in reverse. The maddening scrape of the smooth edges against her most delicate tissue was more than enough to break her control. Her pussy convulsed around the statue, her walls closing on it while he kept pumping the thing inside of her.
The world faded around her until there was nothing left but the harsh sound of her own breathing, the heat of his erection pressing against her backside, the wide expanse of the figurine inside her. Her sex pulsed around it one last time, and she moaned.
“Did you enjoy that?” Hunter’s warm voice vibrated in her ear, and she could hear his smile.
She shuddered when he rubbed his thumb over her swollen clit, a purr slipping from her throat. “That was…creative.”
“Thank you, kitten.”
She shot an incredulous look over her shoulder, extending her claws to dig in to his arm while she flashed a smile at him. With fangs. “I’m no one’s kitten, rich boy.”
“You purr like one.” He kissed the nape of her neck, and she had to fight another purr. Something must have given her away, because he laughed. She hunched her shoulder and glared back at him.
He just smiled and twisted the figurine still buried inside her, making her gasp and shiver. Pressing it deeper, he slowly worked her with it again. He slid his hips back enough to slip the hand not holding the statue down her back and between her thighs. Rubbing her vaginal lips on either side of the thrusting figurine just emphasized the hard stone length of it moving within her. Her hands balled into fists, her claws digging into her palms.
Trailing her own moisture to the recessed pucker of her anus, he eased a finger inside her ass. Her breath caught, dark ecstasy charging through her system. He slid a second finger in, widening her. “I’m going to fuck you here, Delilah.”
“Yes,” she moaned, nodding for emphasis. The mere thought of being penetrated by both him and the statue made wetness surge between her thighs.
The statue stopped moving for just a moment, long enough to make her anticipation shriek. His cock nudged against her ass, entering in one long, slow push. She hissed, felt her fangs slide down, and struggled to keep a grip on the wildness inside. Her back arched and shudders ran through her muscles. “Don’t. Stop.”
“I haven’t even started, kitten.” His mouth opened on the back of her neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh. But he didn’t move within her. She was stretched past bearing, his long cock throbbing in her ass, the figurine lodged in her pussy.
She held herself still, agony and ecstasy balancing her on a razor’s edge. The need twisted tighter and tighter until she was ready to scream. “What are you waiting for?”
“For you to relax.” His palm slid up and down her side, the touch soothing, but did nothing to alleviate the tension building within her body.
Concentrating harder than she ever had in her life, she un-balled her fists and forced each muscle in her body to loosen. When he moved within her, sweet pain followed in his wake. She was so full. The movement of his cock pressed the thin wall separating her anus and her pussy against every single ridge and curve of the figurine.
She could feel every detail.
She moaned. The hot, vital feel of his flesh inside her along with the hard stone was exquisite. Gooseflesh broke down her limbs and she shivered, liquid flames coursing through her veins. He rocked his hips against her, his thrusts increasing in speed and force until the hard muscles of his lower belly spanked against her ass. His hand worked the figurine within her at a tandem rhythm until there wasn’t a moment where she wasn’t penetrated by one or the other. Or both.
Beads of sweat rolled down her body, sealing her back to his front. The scent of him intensified, deep and masculine. It filled her nostrils, sinking her into every sensation. Smell, touch, feel.
He chuckled, his hand moving the figurine as he stroked into her. “Say it.”
His name. He wanted her to say his name. She grinned and, shaking her head, refused to give him what he wanted. Instead, she clamped her anus tight around his thrusting cock, giving as good as she got.
