Janus' Conquest by Dawn Ryder

that their eyes met. “You might enjoy it.” His eyes glittered for a long moment. “But I admit to enjoying bringing you to climax myself. Handling you will be my pleasure.”
    She hit him, a soft punch that didn’t really inflict any pain because of the thick muscle covering his chest, but she enjoyed giving in to the impulse anyway. Frustration was taking on so many forms, she had trouble keeping pace. Her reactions were spilling over the dams built up by years of training that taught you to temper your responses with wisdom.
    The corner of his mouth twitched up in amusement, making her groan with frustration. But there was an additional emotion moving through her as well, an enjoyment of being able to tease him. He tolerated it, even looked as though he was enjoying it. She had never pictured them playing with each other. Mating, yes, but this was teasing, and that was surprising because she treasured the little intimacy. In his own male fashion he was poking fun back at her as well. Her father was the only person she played with.
    “Maybe I should simply keep the harness and send you back to your dwelling.”
    Janus moved alongside her hip, with his chest against one of her shoulders. With her wrist held in one strong hand, he moved her around him again. “I like the idea of handling you better.” He stopped and turned her to face him as his arms held her against his body. The beads slid over her sensitive clit with every step. Her hands spread out over his uniform as she shivered in the grip of hard arousal. She wanted to climax but recalled in vivid detail how much more she preferred Janus’ touch to the 59
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    training harness. She detested his uniform because it stood between her fingers and his chest. The fabric of her robe was uncomfortable, scratching her ultra-sensitive skin with each movement she made. Time seemed endless because all she wanted to do was return to her dwelling where the waiting would be finished and she could succumb to her cravings. Tipping her head back, she witnessed a flare of arousal in his eyes. His cock was hard against her belly and she suddenly didn’t care for the tender concern he was lavishing on her. She wanted to taste the hard, arrogant Hunter who had pushed his way right into her life. The impulse didn’t make any sense, but she was past reasoning anything out.
    “Take me home, Janus. I loathe this harness and this waiting.” His face lost its controlled expression. She stroked her hand up to his neck and sighed as her fingers touched his bare skin. “I have been thinking about you for far too long.”
    His hands tightened on her hips. A flexing of his fingers over each curve as he pressed his cock harder against her body. There was a hint of uncontrolled hunger in his eyes and it empowered her. Even that little hint of being in control of such a powerful male was addictive. A bolt of fear went through her as well, but it mixed with her desire creating a potent mixture that was intoxicating.
    “You have masked it well enough.” Her words were too much temptation. Janus couldn’t let it flood his mind because it would wash aside every well-thought-out strategy he had. Yielding so much control wasn’t his style, but that was the dangerous part of answering his need for Fay. She was an addiction that might control him if he weakened. That was the main reason he’d resisted claiming her for an entire year.
    “One does not choose a lover without consideration, Janus.” She stepped away from his body and enjoyed the slide of the pleasure beads against her clit. Her body was alive with sensation and she embraced it as she cast a hungry look back at Janus.
    “Would you prefer I answered my sexual impulses lightly?”
    “I offered for you in front of your father and my comrades. That is not lightly.”
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    His voice was rough with frustration. He reached forward across the space she’d placed between them and grasped her wrist. Such a