Lord of the Hunt (13 page)

Taryn looked at him for a moment. “You’ve never had sex just for fun? Because you could? Because you wanted to?” If he said no, that would be tragic. Insects buzzed in the background, the jungle hummed with life and magic. They were the only people for miles. “Verden?”

“I was thinking.”

“I already know the answer because you took so long to respond.” She placed her hand on his arm.

“No you don’t. It was just so long ago I’d buried it. It was before I went to Court.”

And he’d been at Court for quite a long time—in mortal years anyway. She wanted to ask about his life before he became Hunter, but now wasn’t the time or place.

He lifted his gaze to her face, his lips curving in a smile that promised all kinds of pleasure. “Maybe that is about to change?”

“That depends…I’m not about to lie on the dirt.”

“Have some faith in me.” He led her a little bit away from the temple to where another building was now being reclaimed by the jungle. Vines grew up the sides and the roof and two walls were missing, tumbled into a pile of gray rocks. What was left was beautiful, carved with pictures that must have once told a story.

She knew if tourists started tramping through here, the magic would dissolve. The only reason it still remained was because it was uninterrupted. Her fingertips tingled. The magic she could do in the mortal world was small because she was so young. Here she felt like she could do anything. Rebuild the wall? She almost needed to do something. Verden cleared the floor of old leaves and fresh ones appeared with a sweep of his hand.

“Did you check for spiders?” Then she decided to try it herself, but there was nothing in the building—just her and Verden.

As if they were the only people now in existence.

His lips pressed against hers and all her concerns melted on her tongue. Her blood was hot, her skin sheened with humidity, and her clothes stuck to her. Around her the air thrummed with power. The ancient site and old magic intensified every sweep of his tongue or brush of his fingertips along her skin. He kissed her neck as his hands traced down her back and cupped her butt, drawing her close. The length of his erection pressed against her stomach and her belly contracted as longing filled her. Her nipples peaked against the thin dress.

His fingers traced the curve of her butt, a caress that was more teasing than anything. His eyes were bright and luminous, as if he was truly alive instead of going through the motions. “You make me remember why I came to Court. I was looking for something. I thought I’d found it when I became Hunter, but I was wrong. The women just wanted me for what I could get them.”

She drew back a little. “I’m no different. I wanted to escape Court.”

“I offered; that is the difference. You never tried to hide what you wanted.” His fingers found the buttons on each side of her dress and he began to flick them open.

“Yet I do with every breath at Court. I can’t ask directly for what I want, and I can’t speak to you.” She undid his shirt and pushed it open. His skin was smooth, like silk, planes of muscle dipped and curved. Perfect, but had she ever imagined anything less?

“Then I shall speak to you in public.” He undid the last button, so her dress gapped at the sides, then his hand slid under the fabric. His thumb swept across the underside of her breast. “And drag you away at every opportunity.” He lowered his head and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking through the fabric.

She arched her back and gasped. He didn’t need to drag her anywhere; she’d go willingly. He kissed back up her throat, teeth nipping softly at her skin. She pushed his shirt off and he let it fall onto the bed of leaves.

Even though her dress no longer covered much, she wasn’t sure she wanted to get totally naked. Were there wild fae here, watching? Verden pushed off his boots so he stood in just his trousers. Then he beckoned her forward, to the waiting bed of greenery. She hesitated, watching as he undid his trousers; then he pushed them down and stepped out of them.

Naked, he was glorious. Flawless.

Fit and lean.

The afternoon sun slanted on his golden skin, highlighting every curve of muscle and the light dusting of hair that arrowed down. Her gaze lingered on his shaft as it curved toward his body. Her tongue traced her lower lip as she looked up. He was waiting for her.

She swallowed. Today she was a wild fae, giving into the need burning in her blood—a need that he’d lit. One that only he could sate. They were safe here, hidden away from everyone. She’d worry about everything else later. She carefully untied the ribbon on her shoulder and let the dress slide down her body. She stepped out of her delicate slippers, ballet flats that would make a mortal green with envy. They were both making every move deliberate, as if giving the other the chance to back away. It wasn’t too late. They could put on their clothes and end this now.

Except it wouldn’t end.

They would circle each other at Court, wondering what it would be like. Maybe this would be it. Get him out of her system. Even as she thought it, she knew it wouldn’t happen like that. Giving into craving never took away the desire. Yet she couldn’t turn away. She stepped closer, the magic of the ruined site snapping between them.

He drew her down to the bed of leaves, his body covering hers. His knee was between her thighs, separating her legs. His shaft was hard and hot against her stomach. She kissed him, her hands smoothing down his back, his skin was slick from the jungle heat. The magic here was older, raw and wild where Annwyn was tame and restrained.

Verden kissed down her throat, his tongue caressing her collarbone, his body pulling away as his hands moved over her. Her skin burned with every touch. The days and days of waiting and lusting without being able to act on a single glance had taken their toll. She was fairy, not stone.

His hand smoothed up her leg, and he touched the little toe ring with his lips before working his way up her leg, kissing and tasting, taking his time as though he wouldn’t get another chance. The heat in his eyes shocked her. She hadn’t expected it to be so clear. His expression was undisguised hunger, as if he hadn’t allowed himself to feel, or be free, in too long.

His lips grazed her inner thigh, his breath hot on her skin. She pulled him back toward her, hooking her legs around his hips so his shaft was pressing against her slick and swollen folds. So tempting, so close. Every breath smelled of him and jungle. Wild and intoxicating.

He took another kiss and rolled his hips, teasing without entering. He was smiling, as if he were enjoying her gasps and the way her fingers kneaded his butt. That he was really smiling made her lips curve in a grin.

“What’s so funny?” he said between kisses.

“Nothing. I was smiling because you are.”

“Don’t I smile?” He rolled his hips against hers, but this time, she was ready and the tip of his cock slid into her core. She drew in a breath, expecting more, but he stopped.

She looked him in the eye. Her thumb brushed his cheek, then his lower lip. “Not really, not enough.”

“I can’t help it when I’m around you.”

“You should spend more time with me.”

“I know.” He sank deeper into her. Filling her.

She didn’t try to bite back the moan of satisfaction. As he began to move, she closed her eyes; she had to as sensation rippled through every nerve and tightened in her belly, liquid heat pooling in her sex.

No, she needed to see him. She opened her eyes and pushed him back so he knelt between her legs, her hips resting on his thighs. The surprise left his gray eyes and was replaced with molten understanding as he gripped her hips and thrust deeper. And she watched every stroke. She watched the way he moved, the look on his face in the fading light.

His thumb swept over clit, circling, and she broke apart, his name on her lips as she came. He caged her body again, sealing her lips with his as he came with a growl lodged in his throat. He thrust again, as if drawing out the sensation. She trembled and came again, clenching around his cock. He did it again, and this time she could feel him grinning against her lips.

Her body was already oversensitive and responded to his touch too easily. She didn’t want it to end. She didn’t want him to roll away and dress. She wanted to hold on to him. He was hers.

They lay there, entangled, as their breathing settled, the air cooling their skin. The hum of insects and their breathing were the only sounds. Nothing and no one disturbed them. But they both knew the spell had to end; they couldn’t stay here forever.

Could they?

She sighed and he eased away, but instead of getting up, he laid on his back next to her, gazing up at the stars as they appeared in the soft, dark sky. There were half a dozen before he spoke.

“I like it here.”

“That’s what you said about the other place.” She glanced over, but he wasn’t looking at her.

“I never used to like it here. It was too different, too wild, but it grew on me. When I was thinking of someplace special to take you, this place was the only place I thought of.”

“It’s very magical.”

“A lot of rituals took place here. Since they died, no one comes here.”

“A lost temple.” She smiled. Their lost temple where no one could find them.

He turned onto his side and looked at her, his gaze drinking her in as if he never wanted to forget. “You would come back?”

“I would go anywhere with you.” The words were out before she could vet them. She’d revealed too much. It was one thing to lust after him and fuck him, but she was in no position to fall for him—or admit such a foolish thing. People at Court didn’t seem to fall in love. They loved the deals and games more than each other.
Fairy
men
don’t play with their hearts.

He placed a chaste kiss on her lips. “I won’t use the truth against you. If I wanted lies, I wouldn’t be here with you. I’d be at Court pretending to smile and have fun.”

That was as close to an admission of where he wanted to be as she was going to get. He’d played Court politics for too long to actually reveal much more. Sadness welled in her heart for him. She rolled onto her side and brushed aside a strand of his hair.

His hair and clothes were careless because that was the only freedom he had; everything he did was controlled by the rules of the Court, the deals he was caught in.

“Do you ever want to run away and never go back?” She whispered the words.

“It doesn’t matter what I want. It’s what is good for Annwyn.” He blinked slowly. When he opened his eyes, the mask was back up. “I think I have gambled more than I was willing to lose.” He fingers traced her lips before he let his hand fall away.

He’d finally realized that he didn’t want to risk his position to be with her, and yet she couldn’t bear for the game to end. Not yet. Not when they were just starting. Maybe he’d gotten what he wanted and that was it. She was the fool. She’d let herself think she was more than casual fun—wanted to be more. A tiny part of her had started falling for him. She sat up so he couldn’t see her face.

The leaves rustled behind her. His hand traced up her back as if he still had the right to intimacy.

She couldn’t look at him. “And this? Was this good for Annwyn?” Was it even good for her? Probably not.

He stood up and offered her his hand. The sadness on his face made her wish she’d never asked. “No. Gwyn will be gutted if he finds out. He showers you with attention—”

“He makes no move. He does nothing but publicly claim me.” And she hoped that would be as far as it went.

“You want more? You want to be his lover?” He lowered hand.

“No.”
I
want
you.
But she couldn’t say it. Not now. She got up and dusted off a few clingy leaves. “I’m here with you.” Her words were choked. She had no idea what she was doing.

He cupped her chin so she had to look at him. “You think I want this? Do you know what I risk? I am the Hunter; Gwyn is my friend. And yet I can’t walk away. You are lodged in my heart. I feel alive. I don’t have to lie and play games with you, yet when I go back to Court, I must tell even more untruths and make certain I never give away my true desire.” He kissed her, leaving no doubt. Searing and intense—not the kiss of a man who had taken what he wanted and was no longer interested.

Her toes curled in the leaves. She was in his heart? It wasn’t his status that he’d been talking about. He’d gamble his heart. She wasn’t the only idiot falling for the wrong person.

“Then what do we do?” Her hands rested on his chest.

He leaned his forehead against hers. “I have no idea.”

For a moment, neither of them moved.

“I’m not trying to end this, Taryn. But you need to realize what is at stake.”

“I do. If I fail, my parents die.” That was the only reason she’d come to Court, but she’d let herself become distracted.

He shook his head. “If we are caught, we could both die.”

For half a second she was expecting him to smile, but he was being deadly serious. “What do you mean?”

“We are blindsiding the King. He may not be wanting to take you to bed—the Queen would make you disappear—but you are the object of his affection. If he knew you had another lover, he would lose face.” Verden picked up her dress and helped her do it up.

She didn’t move, couldn’t. She hadn’t thought of it like that.

He sighed and a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face. “I don’t know how to untangle this web we have made without someone getting hurt.”

Chapter 9

Verden had caught himself smiling more than once as he’d walked back to the castle, long after he’d let the hounds lead Taryn away. By now the corridors would be deserted except for a few serious revelers intent on winning back their money or looking for a warm bed. He strolled through the hallways being cleaned of fallen leaves by shadow servants. How much longer until castle Annwyn had no roof? He glanced up, but leaves still hid the purple night sky.

He wanted to lie beneath the night sky as the stars appeared in the mortal world. He’d never experienced anything like that. Sex was traded for favors, but that’s all it was, there was no connection, no warmth, just part of the deal. But not with Taryn.