No. I thought. For once he won’t be in control.

I caught his hands and tossed them off me. Giving him a dark look.

His brows shot up. Clearly surprised and faintly displeased at my rejection. His lips parted and I could see him preparing to say that cursed word again.

The one that made him my master and my loins yearn for him.

Kerdan. I slammed a finger to his lips. Unwilling to let he and my body control this unwanted joining.

If it’s happening it shall be my way. I slowed way down, set on frustrating him. Rolling my hips in rhythmic circled as I rose onto my knees above him. Until I was perched only on the crown of his erect member.

Using the same motion, I swayed back down on him. Taking him back in.

His eyelids fluttered and he moaned again once he was all the way back inside me once more.

Claiming me.

So, if he’s not all the way in, he doesn’t feel as though his possession is complete? I liked that idea.

I began to stroke only the tip of him. Moving up and down and rotating it just beyond my entrance. And despite myself, it felt good. I tossed my head back. My blonde hair waving wildly down my back. And without conscious thoughts, my hands lifted from his chest to drag nails up my thighs as I felt wave after surging wave of pleasure pulsing through my body. From there my hands pressed along the inside of my hips. One wandering beneath me to put a finger on each side of his base. Following my body up and down.

He grunted. His back curling forward and his stomach flexing at the new touch. His gaze had been locked on my face but when my other hand wandered up the flat plane of my belly and up to scoop my own breast. Massaging it against my chest made the pleasure almost unbearable and made Hawk’s eyes caress down my neck to where I touched myself.

Both at my breast and lower.

His attention seeming magnetized by watching the motion of me rising nearly off him then slicking back down a few inches.

“More.” His jaw was tight, and he looked like he was in nearly physical pain.

“Ah, ah.” I looked down at him. Blinking slowly and peering from beneath heavily hooded eyes. “You said I could have it my way.”

“Perhaps I did.” He grated out. “But you also lost a bet. And then refused to be honorable enough to make good on it.”

We glowered at each other in a dangerous face off. While I continued massaging him into my body and touching myself like a wanton.

“Perhaps I would’ve in my own good time.”

He scoffed. “Likely, never. Let us not pretend I’m a fool, Mary.”

I wish he was. He’d be a lot easier to avoid. But instead, he seemed clever enough to always anticipate my every move.

Like the very devil himself.

Despite myself, I whooshed two deep breaths through my teeth and my body thrust forward, nearly falling on him. And I was overtaken by wild spasms. As if my flesh had taken over all my desires and thoughts and now fell on him. Squeezing him inside my as if trying to pull him deeper.

The inside of my body worked around him like a fist. Making me tip up then slump in a wild rhythm until I was so exhausted, I could no longer move.

I felt a hot surge of smooth slickness soak his staff.

His hand hesitantly slid over my shoulder and along my back to rest between my shoulder blades. Holding me to him.

I sighed and felt my whole body relax down on him. Though he was still as hard as dungeon bar within my core. And his body was nearly quaking with excitement. I felt myself blinking slower and slower and wasn’t sure when his hand had started working in circles along my back.

Soothing me.

I registered I was blinking slower and slower. I’m perilously close to falling asleep on him.

Around him. I sat upright and gave him a shocked look. Squawking I launched off him, dragging the coverlet with me and swinging it around as I ran to the door.

“Mary Mage!” His voice cracked like a whip. “I’m not nearly done with you.”

I yanked the door open.

“You go out that door before giving me the same as I’ve given you, you’ll pay.”

I ran out the door and down the hall. I heard heavy footfalls and saw him standing in his doorway, his fingers hooked around both edges of the doorframe as if to hold him back from launching into the corridor.

His cock still slick from my pleasure.

“I swear by all that’s holy Mary, if you do not finish me, I’ll take you on your knees like a dog tomorrow!” He shouted it so loud that every male in the chambers lining the corridor had to hear his vow.

And his words sent cold chills snaking down my spine. There was such vehemence in them I’d no doubt he meant them, or what he shouted after.

“In the gardens outside if it’s the first time I get my hands on you, and anyone that sees it can be damned! You remember you’ve done this to yourself!” His chamber door slammed so hard, I’d have sworn this whole wing of the castle shook.