Hunter Betrayed by Nancy Corrigan

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satisfaction.
    “You close?”
    Going by the smirk on his full lips, he knew the answer but
the teasing note to his voice told her more about her new lover than anything
else could. He wouldn’t let her be in charge as she’d been with other men, not
unless he wanted to give her the power. He would command her pleasure, direct
her and love every minute of it.
    She nodded. More arousal flowed to coat his hand. The wet
smack of his palm against her sex reached her ears. His pleased smile grew.
    “Love that sound,” he groaned.
    He pumped faster into her. Her breathy moans added to wet,
sucking noises. They would’ve embarrassed her, but the carnal stamp of approval
on his face stopped it. She lifted her bottom and moved with him.
    “I can’t wait to feel your greedy muscles massaging my
dick.” He leaned closer, pushing his fingers deeper into her core. “You’re
going to milk my cock dry, Harley.” He brushed his lips to her cheek. “My seed
is yours and you are going to take every last drop. Understand?”
    She whimpered.
    He growled. “Do. You. Understand?”
    “Yes.”
    He grunted in response and kissed her hard, still working
her sex with quick pumps. The curl and thrust of his fingers turned into a
grinding press of his palm to her clit. He captured her nipple with his other
hand. A tug on the sensitive tip and she careened over the edge. Pleasure,
pain, ecstasy—it all rolled into the intense waves whipping through her body.
She opened her mouth on a soundless scream.
    The motion of his hand kept the orgasm going. She thrashed
against the intensity of the release, but he forced her to ride the edge for
longer than she thought possible. Finally, he yanked his fingers free and
jerked her limp body into his arms. He kissed her as if this were their first
and last kiss. She returned it, giving him everything she had, more than she’d
ever given another. It lasted forever, yet not long enough. Between one stroke
of his tongue and the next, his image faded.
    Her arms dropped to her sides. She knelt on trembling legs
and glanced around. She was alone. Again.
    She cradled her hand with its incomplete symbol. “I think
this is my hell. Being alone when all I want to do is curl up next to the man
sworn to hunt down and destroy the brothers and sisters I never knew I had.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Calan panted through the lust and pain tightening his body.
Tingles that had nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with the
out-of-body experience he’d just had burned every particle of his being.
White-hot pokers danced over him, leaving him in nearly the same agony Rhys experienced,
day in and day out. The only thing that made his suffering bearable was the
memory of his soon-to-be mate lost to desire.
    Was it worth it?
    Rhys’ agony-laced voiced echoed in Calan’s head. Guilt
welled. In order to accomplish the feat he hadn’t been sure was possible, he’d
drawn strength from his brother the same way Calan had over the lifetime they’d
been together.
    “Yes,” he rasped. He switched to the more intimate form of
communication he shared with his siblings. By the gods, yes. I never knew
how good it’d be. I felt her pleasure, Rhys. It was different from what we feel
but no less satisfying. I can’t wait to join our bodies.
    Don’t be a fool, Calan. The female is Dahm’s child.
Whether she’s fought the darkness or not matters little. The same chaotic force
that twisted one of the greatest members of the Seelie Court has worked its way
through Harley from the moment she took her first breath.
    Not once has she—
    Rhys growled. Yet. You might’ve stopped the taint’s
spread but you cannot heal the damage it has already done. She is not pure.
    Her white light—
    An anguished roar resounded between Calan’s ears. He didn’t
flinch but lowered his gaze on the sight of his brother’s lengthening jaw and
reddened eyes.
    You shared with me the knowledge you gained of her modern
world and of the