Claiming Magique: 1 (17 page)

Not willing to bear a moment more of
separation,
Alexa
opened the silver clasp at the
front of her cape. The garment slipped off her shoulders, spilling to the ground,
leaving her naked except for her heels and diamond earrings. Although they were
essentially outside, she didn’t feel a bit of cold. Thanks to the numerous
space heaters, the temperature in here was warm, nearly balmy.

While the passion in Hunt’s gaze…

At her nudity, he’d stepped forward,
then
stopped at the edge of the platform, taking in
her length. His smile said he approved, but it didn’t make him come to her.
Again, he waited.

Alexa
submitted, moving past Ethan and Kyle.

“Have fun,” Ethan murmured, always
encouraging.

“Quiet,” Kyle growled beneath his
breath. “Don’t break her concentration.”

As if they could. She continued past
Brad, Chris and the rest who’d watch her and Hunt in the coming hours, adding
to the carnal excitement, though they wouldn’t have her. Not as he did. Tonight
she was his alone.

She climbed the platform’s three
steps and advanced until she and Hunt were face-to-face. Her first thought was
to tear off his clothes and push him onto the mattress. However, she resisted,
not wanting their last time together to go too quickly. “Hi.”

“Hey you.”
He trailed his fingers down her arms.

Few orgasms had been as gratifying
as that simple touch. She trembled.

Smiling, Hunt eased
Alexa’s
arms behind her back, holding her wrists in one
hand. With the other, he cradled her face, lifting it to his. “You like my
surprise?”

Oh yeah. “It’s amazing. Can you
afford it?”

“Don’t you
worry.
”
He kissed her forehead, cheek,
throat
.

Each brush of his lips was more
arousing than the last. She whimpered. “Okay…but it’s so much.”

“I’m barely touching you.”

“Not that.” She inhaled deeply as he
suckled her shoulder.
“This place, the guys.”

Hunt whispered in her ear, “Ronnie
promised me a discount on them if I teach her Pig Latin.”

Alexa’s
shoulders shook with her laughter. “It may come in handy if
she’s ever audited by the IRS.”

“The Pig
Latin?”

“The
discount.”

Hunt drew her into him, so close his
erection pressed against her mound. She moaned in appreciation.

He murmured, “As the winner of the
Miller-Stein award, you’re not going to allow the tax man to get anywhere near
her.”

Alexa’s
cheeks got hot. “You know about my award?”

“One of many,” he said, rubbing the
tip of his nose against hers. “Beginning with the spelling bee you won in
fourth grade.”

She’d forgotten about that. Her
nanny at the time had hung the certificate on the refrigerator door, no doubt
hoping
Alexa’s
parents would notice. They didn’t. Her
father and mother never went into the kitchen, preferring that the staff bring
them whatever they might need.

“I like the glasses you wore then,”
Hunt hushed. “They made you look so much more together than your classmates.”

Alexa
groaned and blushed again, unable to help herself. “You saw
those pictures too? God, I looked like a dork. I was a dork.”

“Quiet.” He ran his thumb over her
cheek. “You turned out amazingly well.”

Before
Alexa
could argue the point or thank him for caring enough to snoop into her past,
Hunt lowered his mouth to hers, slipping his tongue inside.

Oh…oh…
It was a surprisingly sweet kiss, filled with affection and
acceptance she’d never known from a man. Only Ronnie had approved of everything
she was or had been.

Until Hunt
came along.

Alexa
inhaled deeply, filling herself with his scent, clean and
masculine. It weakened her further. She sagged into him, suckling his tongue.
The musical piece wound down, replaced by another just as erotic. The guys
spoke in low murmurs. They might have been talking about sports or what they
planned to do once they were finished with this evening’s activities.
Alexa
didn’t know, nor did she care. Her world became Hunt.

His lips were wonderfully soft, his
freshly shaved cheeks smooth and hot against hers. She twisted her wrists,
wanting to be free so she could touch him. He released only one of her hands,
proving he was in charge tonight.

Alexa
allowed him to believe it, for a second.

She cupped the side of his face,
driving her fingers through his hair. Hunt pulled her closer, deepening their
kiss.

They necked as young kids do when
they know they can’t go any further, this was all they had. For the moment, it
seemed enough.
Special.
Caring.
Hunt’s tenderness aroused
Alexa
more than if he’d
thrown her on the bed and plowed inside. Her tongue played with his, a sensual
dance. She stroked his cheek with her thumb.

He angled his mouth for better
penetration, delighting her even more. Pushing his tongue from her mouth,
Alexa
filled him with hers instead, showing him she’d also
have a say in what happened this evening. Hunt followed her lead, but no longer
held back, his passion growing uncivilized, savage. She welcomed it, pressing
her body against his. If she could have slipped inside him, becoming a part of
his heart, soul and mind, she still wouldn’t have been content.
Every part of her begged for more.
Now.
This very second.

She pulled her mouth from his and
gulped air. Before Hunt could stop her,
Alexa
squirmed out of his hold and sank to her knees.

“No,” he said.

“Please,” she whispered, lifting her
face.

Hunt’s complexion was dark with
desire, his expression wild with lust and longing so great he appeared dazed.

Alexa
seized the opportunity, unbuckling his belt, pulling down
his fly, pushing his boxers and pants to his knees.

His erection sprang out, hard and thick,
smelling of sex.

A lusty growl poured from her.
Grabbing the tails of his shirt,
Alexa
shoved them
out of the way and cupped his ass in her hands.
God.
His buttocks were so tight and firm
Alexa
couldn’t
stop squeezing the cheeks. Not that her wanton fondling of him was the full
show. She rubbed her face against his dark curls, scented with musk. Was it
conceivable for anything to smell better than this? She doubted it. If not for
her high heels stopping her, she would have curled her toes.

Hunt made a series of noises that
proved how delighted he was.

They hadn’t even begun.

She ran her tongue down his rigid
cock, from root to head, licking the tiny opening in the crown. His pre-cum was
as silky as the finest bath oil and tasted way better. She lapped up every bit
of its salty flavor. Hunt rocked back on his heels,
then
leaned forward to get even closer.

One of the guys applauded, a slow
tap-tap-tap of his fingers striking his palm. The others followed suit. Their
tempo matched the music’s, the sound encouraging
Alexa
to drive Hunt wild.

With her cheek, she eased his shaft
aside, exposing his left ball, hot to the touch, lightly furred. So male and
feral, she whimpered in delight. He groaned. She cut it off with her first
lick, reducing him to a startled pant. Her second lick had Hunt pushing to his
toes.
Alexa
waited until he came back down, his shoes
slapping the platform, and then she drew his testicle into her mouth, sucking
gently, drawing her tongue across its rough contours.

“Shit,” he whispered, clamping his
hands on her head.

She expected him to push her away,
unwilling to come like this, at least the first time.

Hunt drew her a bit closer.

Several of the men whistled. “Right
on,” Kyle called out.

“Don’t stop,” Hunt gasped.

As though
such a thing were even possible.
Never would she consider leaving him until they were finished for good…and they
would be. Once more, grief pressed close.
Alexa
willed it away, concentrating instead on her task. She released his left
testicle and took the other into her mouth.

Hunt squirmed as she ran her fingers
down the separation between his cheeks, seeking his anus.

“Holy fuck shit damn,” he sputtered.

That’s it, baby. Get it all out.

As long as he didn’t order her to
stop, life was good. With her thumb stroking his tight ring,
Alexa
finished with his balls and took his cock into her
mouth, not stopping until she’d contained his full length, her face buried in
his thick curls.

Hunt panted another series of oaths
that sounded more like a plea …a man who no longer had control.

Good.
Alexa
not only wanted to drive him crazy, she needed to honor him, giving Hunt
everything he deserved. A few weeks back she hadn’t believed men like him
existed except in the minds of naïve females. Yet here she was, on her knees
willingly, thinking of him—not herself—wanting him to have only the best.

When it came to his sexual
satisfaction,
Alexa
could make certain of it. She
wouldn’t let him down.

Minutes passed as she worked his
cock in her mouth, tonguing the uneven skin at the back of the head, tracing
the thick veins on the shaft, listening to his responses, aware of his body’s
need. She could have stayed at the undertaking for hours, he tasted so good,
she
liked him that much. However, that didn’t appear to be
what Hunt wanted. He not only fought climax to prolong the pleasure, he seemed
to be resisting it completely.

Alexa
felt it in the way he held his breath, his tightened hold
on her head.

She licked him one last time, then
released his rod and whispered, “We have several hours. You can rest after you
come. I’ll give you a massage as you do.”

“No.” He kept his face lifted to the
tent’s ceiling, his neck muscles corded, the veins bulging. “I’m not going to
do that.”

“Come?” Was he joking?

“Rest,” he growled. “And I have you
’til dawn.”

Surprised, she stared. That was
nearly eight hours.

He didn’t seem to want to waste a
moment of it. Undressing hurriedly, he tossed his shirt. It landed at Ethan’s
feet.

The last time
Alexa
had been with Ethan, he’d mounted her to please their industrialist client who
preferred to watch rather than participate.

That definitely wasn’t going to
happen with Hunt.

He toed off his shoes and stepped
out of his pants and boxers, kicking them away from the bed.

“Let me,”
Alexa
said, touching his
stockinged
feet.

Hunt placed his hand on her shoulder
for support as she peeled off his socks and laid them aside. On a whim, she
bent down and kissed his toes, continuing to honor and arouse him.

“
Alexa
.”

He murmured her name with reverence
rather than a rebuke. She accepted his offered hand, allowing him to help her
up, expecting him to lead her to the mattress.

Didn’t
happen.
As though they’d rehearsed this
moment, Chris and Brad joined them on the platform. Ethan soon followed. Brad
held
Alexa’s
arms behind her back. Chris and Ethan
sank to their knees at her sides, their hands on her legs, directing her to
part them. Once she had, they held onto her ankles while Hunt watched.

A pulse beat hard in her throat. Bad
girl that she was, she taunted, “I thought no one was going to touch me but
you.”

“No one’s going to take you except
me,” Hunt corrected, regarding how the men had confined her.

Even if she’d wanted to break free,
which she did not, their hold and the way Hunt regarded her so casually, so
imperially, excited
Alexa
beyond anything she’d
known. She’d experienced it all—fetish, BDSM, even the ever-sweet missionary
style, but none of those clients had studied her as Hunt did now.
With unguarded desire to rival her own.

She knew if any of these guys dared
tried to mount her without his consent, Hunt would have fought them all,
ensuring that he had her for his own. He wanted her as no man ever had. She
continued to see it in his expression, the mounting tension in his body.

Rarely had she been as thrilled or
as scared, worried where this might lead, where it had already taken—