Hunted (The Tinder Chronicles) by Alexa Land Page B

yells were hoarse, primal, and my body shook
violently. The only thing holding me up was Bane.
    “That’s it, sweetheart.”
His voice was soft, and I realized as I came down from that blinding orgasm
that his thrusts into me were slower, more controlled now. I whimpered a little
as yet another shockwave pulsated through me, my hips bucking automatically. He
still held my cock, but his touch was different now, too, gentle and soothing
as he brought me back down.
    When that huge,
devastating orgasm had finally reached its conclusion, he eased his cock from
me, and I scrambled around and desperately tried to grab onto him. “No! Please
don’t stop. I don’t want it to be over.”
    He picked me up and
kissed me deeply as he cradled me in his arms, then said, “It’s not over, love.
We’ve barely gotten started.”
    I smiled at that as he put
me on my back on the mattress, then climbed on top of me. I parted my legs for
him, and he pushed his cock inside me again. The sound I made was
embarrassingly close to a sigh of relief. He laid down on top of me, propped up
slightly on his elbows, and went back to thrusting into me, slowly, deeply. It
was so good, totally different than the hard, fast pounding he’d been giving me
earlier, but still so pleasurable.
    I reached up and
touched his cheek, and he turned his head and kissed my fingertips. “This is
the first time I’ve ever had sex in a bed,” I admitted. He knit his brows and
studied me closely. There was a note of sympathy in his expression. I rolled my
eyes and said, “Come on. I was just mentioning it as a side note. There’s no
need to look at me like I’m pitiful.”
    He grinned a little and
said, “That wasn’t a look of pity. It was a look that said, I am absolutely determined
to take care of you, far better than you’ve ever taken care of yourself.”
    I had to grin, too.
“I’m never going to make that easy for you.”
    “I know.” He leaned down
and kissed me again, pumping into me slowly, steadily.
    When he broke the kiss,
I asked, “How old are you, Bane?”
    He threw his head back
and laughed. “So, you figure this is a good time to get information out of me,
do you?”
    I smiled at him,
reaching up and lacing my fingers with his. “Maybe.”
    “Why do you want to
know?”
    “I’ve just always been
really curious.”
    “I’m five hundred and
sixty-three.”
    “Holy Christ.”
    He laughed again and
said, “Anything else you’ve just been dying to ask me?”
    “Why have you never
filed your fangs down?”
    “Because they’re who I
am.”
    “They must make life
fairly difficult, though. It means you can never blend in with humans, that you’ve
always had to remain in hiding.”
    “Far from it. Humans
can’t see my fangs, because I cast a concealment spell centuries ago. One of
the many perks of being born a warlock.”
    “Then why can I see
them?”
    “Because I built a
loophole into that spell.”
    “What was the
loophole?” I asked.
    “I specified that
anyone I fell in love with would be able to see me for who I am. I never wanted
to hide my true self from whomever I loved.”
    “But I’ve always been
able to see them, from the first time I met you.”
    “That’s not possible.”
    “The first time we met,
I was sixteen. You were already in love with me back then, you big perv,” I teased,
grinning at him.
    He laughed at that.
“Not true. I fell in love with you about three years ago.”
    “Uh huh.”
    Bane laughed again,
then flipped us over abruptly so that I was now on top of him. He slapped my
ass, and I yelped in surprise. “You’ve obviously regained your strength,” he
said, “since your brattiness has rebounded considerably. No more going easy on
you.”
    Bane began thrusting hard,
up into me, while at the same time wrapping his hands around my waist and
bouncing me up and down on his cock like I was a sex toy. “Oh God yes,” I
ground out, reaching for my cock and stroking myself.
    His eyes were