Ryn takes a step closer to me and laughs, but once again the humor doesn’t meet his eyes. “You want to see the magic I can work between your thighs, Falon? Is that it?”
I snort. “Na, I think Treno might be a better fit there.”
Ryn leaps for me as Treno’s name leaves my lips, and I leap back to try and avoid him. This time, I’m not fast enough. I make a mental note to still pay attention to body language while shit talking. Pigeon gives me an approving nod and then strolls back to her imaginary bowl of popcorn and her gryphon sized Lazy Boy.
Ryn digs his fingers into my sides, and I wait for the pain to sink in, figuring he’s going to use talons on me like I did him. Instead, I get all squirmy when I realize that he’s tickling me instead.
What in the actual fuck? Who tickles someone that’s trying to beat the shit out of them?
I growl, annoyed by the fact that he’s clearly not taking this seriously. I wiggle away from him slightly and slam an elbow down on his neck. A threatening rumble moves from his body to mine, and he reaches up to pin my hands down. I shift until my fingers are razor sharp again and call on my wings. I use my wings to help push me off of my back and start swiping at Ryn.
He may be up for a tickle party, but I want blood and retribution.
Ryn snarls at me, or rather his gryphon snarls at me, when I claw lines up his neck and cheek. Pigeon comes screaming forward, and I can practically hear her saying oh no he didn’t while she pulls off imaginary earrings and readies herself for a brawl.
Ryn blinks, and his gryphon’s eyes disappear. I shove Pigeon back with an I got this and use my wings to shove Ryn off of me. I leap up and then fly backward, keeping him from tackling me again. He jumps up in the air to even the playing field. I turn and make a wing sprint in the direction of Kestrel. Ryn grabs me by the ankle before I can even get a yard away. He drops like a sack of boulders, back down to the ground, pulling me with him as he does. I screech and kick to try and break his hold, but he’s too fucking strong.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he grunts out as he continues to muscle me out of the air. My wings flap furiously as I try to keep that from happening. I inadvertently kick up wind, dust and other forest debris as I try to get away.
“Thought I’d look in on Treno,” I grunt back.
Satisfaction flares inside of me when Ryn reacts the way I knew he would. He gets pissed. Now that I know Treno is a sore spot for him, I won’t be able to stop picking at it.
“You think that marked prick cares for you?” he challenges, triumph flashing through his gray eyes as he manages to finally pull me to the ground.
I try to leap away, but he’s too fast. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me under him.
“You think he’ll ever care more for you than he does power?”
I land blow after blow against Ryn’s chest, arms, face, neck.
“He’s not capable of it, Falon,” he warns, ignoring my assault like it’s nothing.
Pigeon is practically clapping inside of my head, and I’m confused by it until she slams me with desire.
“Damnit, Pigeon, this is not foreplay,” I yell at her, but she ignores me and immediately starts bombarding me with flashes of gryphon porn.
“If you’re trying to turn me off, it’s working!” I yell at her, and the flashes immediately stop.
I study Pigeon for a beat. “One minute you want to rip him apart, now you want me to fuck him?” I ask, bewildered by the one-eighty.
“You have all you need, Falon, you just don’t want to admit it. You like the game too much,” Ryn tells me, pulling my focus from Pigeon back to him.
“What?” I ask incredulously.
“You like being chased. You like the hunt. You especially like being caught,” he declares, finally pinning my hands on each side of my head.
He leans down in one quick motion and runs the tip of his nose in a circle around my diamond hard nipple. Fire explodes low in my abdomen, and a moan sneaks out of my lips. My legs spread open in invitation, and Ryn chuckles.
“So much for your thighs not working like that,” he teases, and I growl at him.
Shit. I’m pretty much never going to live that down now.
“You want to talk, or you want to continue showing me how much I like being caught?” I snap up at him.
Ryn brings his eyes level with mine and settles himself between my thighs. I like the weight of him there, and Pigeon sends me her eager agreement.
“Now, now, Huntress, don’t underestimate your prey,” Ryn chides. “I can talk and show you at the same time.”
He grinds into me slowly, the leather of his Narwagh armor rough against my sensitive skin in a way I really like. I lean forward and nip at his bottom lip, and a satisfied purr rumbles in his chest. The sound has me wondering if his gryphon is as horny and unapologetic as mine is. His full lips skim mine, and it focuses my thoughts solely on the feel of him against me. He doesn’t move to kiss me or fuck me; he seems content on simply teasing my mouth...my breasts...my pussy.
I growl in protest, and it seems to amuse him even more.
“You think you want the climax right now, but you’re a Huntress, Falon. You need to stalk it,” he tells me, running the tip of his nose up the side of my neck in a very delicious way. “You need to chase,” he declares, bringing his lips temptingly close to mine and then pulling back when I try to close the distance. “You need to lust for the kill,” he states matter-of-factly as he starts to grind rhythmically between my thighs.
I moan and tilt my hips in a way that increases the friction between us.
Ryn kisses me finally, drinking down the moans his body is coaxing from me. His tongue twirls with mine, his lips suck at mine and nip. He kisses me so thoroughly that I almost come from that alone. Ryn reads my body like it’s his favorite book, and he pulls back just as I get close to riding my release over the edge. I whimper, putty in his capable hands, and he chuckles.
“See, Falon, you have everything you need right here. Treno isn’t going to hunt or be hunted. He isn’t going to break you open one thrust at a time like you need. He doesn’t know you well enough to know when you need to dominate or be dominated.”
“Ryn,” I snarl. “Shut the fuck up about Treno and get inside of me!”
Ryn’s eyes light up with victory, and he rolls off of me onto his back. I don’t need an invitation, and I climb on top of him, grabbing the neck of his gouged armor vest and pulling him until he’s sitting. Fire is banked in his gaze, and I can feel his eyes on me like they’re his hands as he looks from my lips to my breasts. I untie the vest and pull it off. I shove the tunic underneath roughly over his head and then move down lower.
I untie the laces over his hips and cock, skimming the dark brown curls that peak out of the top of his pants. I can see the outline of him pressing against the animal skin of his pants, and I can’t help but lick my lips. I want my mouth around him. I need to taste his want and feel his needy fingers in my hair as I swallow him down.
Ryn tilts his hips up as I get his pants untied, and I pull them off his well-muscled thighs, down his calves and...shit. I forgot about his boots. I quickly yank them off, one foot at a time, and by the time I get Ryn fully naked, I’m so wet and ready that I’m pretty sure I’m going to come before he can even get inside of me. He watches me just as hungrily, and I crawl back up his legs and palm him. He’s shiny with desire, and I stick my tongue out, eager to taste how his lust is flavored. His hips jerk up, and he hisses as I run my tongue up the underside of his cock.