Falcon’s Captive by Vonna Harper

over her labia?
    Why was she standing there whimpering, drooling even?
    She still didn’t have the answer when he returned to her rear opening, coating it with her own fluids this time. She tried to see behind her, then reared back and gave him a beseeching look. “Don’t, please, don’t.”
    “You don’t know what I have in mind.”
    Something broke down inside her. She was no longer aware of Falcon Land’s existence, and if a small part of her remembered that one of her kind was watching, it didn’t matter.
    How could it, when this man who’d stormed into her world pushed a fingertip into her, bringing her sex juices with him? His finger stretched her, the sensation nearly painful and wondrous at the same time. Undone by her response, she again rose onto her toes and risked a wrenched spine trying to see what he was doing. Even though she couldn’t see beyond her body’s curves, she knew what was happening.
    His finger was fucking her ass, going where no man’s had ever gone, where she’d never imagined one would rest, pulling her apart and filling her all at the same time. She was certain he could reach clear to her belly this way, sure she’d die if he did.
    “I can’t—I can’t—”
    “This isn’t your decision.” Cupping her buttocks with the hand not engaged in fucking her, he pressed. “I’m your captor. As such I can and will do whatever I want to you.”
    Her captor. Owner and master.
    Any other time she would have fought with every bit of strength in her, but even though she couldn’t comprehend how it had happened, he’d stolen her will. All he’d done was place a single finger against her and her wings had been clipped. No longer could she fly. Or fight.
    However, much as she wanted to beg him to return her body to her, she didn’t. Instead, she nearly bit her tongue as the invasion deepened. No matter how many times he worked his finger back and forth, her muscles clamped down on what she couldn’t expel. Sensing his determination, she struggled to relax and let it happen, but instinct refused to give way. The probing wasn’t painful but so much more than her system could deal with.
    No, it wasn’t that at all.
    Instead, she wanted his fingers elsewhere, in another hole.
    Maybe he understood why she vacillated between trying to escape and offering herself to him every time he drove into her. Off balance and lost in sensation, she could no longer distinguish between her separate body parts. Indeed, everything seemed connected to her ass, which he controlled.
    Up until now she’d believed she could withstand whatever he tried to do to her, that she’d never surrender. But she’d made that vow without knowledge of how weak and hungry her body would become or how little will remained.
    Something about his larger size and the restraints he’d put on her worked in tandem with his take-charge approach. She barely understood what was happening to her. Only his touch, his power and control, mattered. He could hurt her; she’d be a fool not to acknowledge the potential. But instead of breaking her down, he was turning her body against her.
    Lighting it on fire.
    Suddenly ashamed of herself, she pressed her hands against the back of her captor’s neck. Cursing, he lowered his head. As he did, she drew her arms over and off him and forced them down between their straining bodies.
    “What the hell—” he started.
    “No! Do you hear me, no!”
    She’d barely gotten the words out when he withdrew his finger from her rear entrance, leaving her ass lost and lonely. Free, if that’s what she truly wanted. “Think you’ve won, do you?” he taunted. “Listen to me, Wilding. I’ve just begun with you.”
    If he’d thrown the words at her, she might have been terrified. Instead, she detected a teasing note behind his challenge. Remembering childhood wrestling matches with her siblings, she pondered whether he intended to turn things into a game between them, but she’d be a fool if she