Page 32 of Huntress and the Thorn Court
“And tomorrow morning?”
“What about it?” he asked feigning ignorance. His face was close, I could feel his warm breath brush across my lips as he spoke.
“Are you going to fuck Carla?”
“Sheisconvenient,” he stated causing me to narrow my eyes. “So unless you’re offering?” When I didn’t speak, he lowered his voice to a more serious tone. “Are you offering, Isabel?”
Was I? I didn’t know what I was doing or what was causing me to ask these questions of him. The tension mounted between us. My gaze focused on his lips before meeting his green eyes again. The weight of his body on mine was doing delicious things to me. With what he said the other night, I doubted he would make the first move. He exhaled heavily before releasing me and yanking me to my feet.
He took a seat on the couch leaving me standing in the middle of the room.
“Tomorrow morning,” he brought up again.
“Are you going to sleep with Carla?”
He cocked his head studying me. “Is it truly Carla that you take offense to? What if I decided to fuck Sandra or Vicky? Would you approve of them to share my bed?”
I gritted my teeth feeling my anger boil.Holy hell!I was jealous. I glanced up at Gideon, who just sat there studying my reaction. He smiled sympathetically like he knew the conclusion I’d just come to.
“I have to have sex with someone, Isabel. I don’t have much of a choice. My wolf is powerful. If I don’t regain control, I can go feral.”
“Do you want to have sex with Carla?” The answer might hurt, but I demanded to know.
Hearing the command in my tone, I wondered if the Alpha in him would even answer. “No.”
“Vicky?”
Running his fingers through his hair, Gideon exhaled heavily. “Enough beating around the bush, Isabel. The full moon rises in a few hours, so my time is limited. I don’t want to fuck Carla, or Vicky, or any of the other she-wolves begging for a spot in my bed. I want to fuck you.” Just hearing him admit that had warm tingles racing down my body. “And based on the scent of your arousal filling this room like a sweet perfume, I’d say you want to fuck me too.” He huffed pinching the bridge of his nose. “But I know the reasons you deny me. They haven’t changed and I can’t hold everything waiting for you.”
The silence hung heavy between us. Something about this man called to me in a primal way. If anyone ever discovered what I’d already done, it’d not only ruin my reputation, but I might never rule the Order. Who would follow a hunter that had tainted herself by sleeping with the enemy? But that wasn’t the main problem at hand. Could I sit by as Gideon slept with someone else?
I sauntered across the floor letting my hips sway with each step. Gideon watched every move with intrigue. As I stopped in front of him, he looked up so his eyes could stay locked with mine. Bending down, I cradled his face between my palms. Gently I brushed my lips against his. He didn’t hesitate to kiss me back, but when I tried to deepen it, he broke away.
“Isabel,” he groaned.
“I thought…” I bit my lip nervously taking in his sullen appearance.
“I can’t be your dirty little secret,” he hissed brushing my hands from his face.
I stood straight staring down at him with a harsh glare. “What do you want from me, Gideon? To call my father and tell him we’ve slept together.”
“I want you not to feel ashamed about it!” he barked. His words were like a slap across my face. Blinking away my surprise over his surge, I realized he wasn’t wrong. I was embarrassed but not in the way he assumed. It wasn’t because I slept with him, but that I enjoyed the depravity of sleeping with a werewolf.
The moment I admitted it, even just to myself, it was like a weight was lifted. I wanted Gideon, werewolf or not. The Hunter Order didn’t have the right to make me feel guilty for wanting a man.
Dropping to my knees, I placed my palms on his thighs.
“Isabel,” he exasperated.
“Shhh…” I placed a finger on his lips before giving him a gentle shove so he leaned back against the couch.
Curiously, he watched as I made quick work of his belt and undid his slacks. When I reached into his boxers, he groaned my name once more, but didn’t stop me. I loved the feel of him in my hand. It was like steel encased in velvet. Having touched him, I could only think of one thing better. I didn’t wait to see if he’d stop me to tell me again what a bad idea this was. Leaning forward, I took him into my mouth. He let out a long hiss as my mouth stroked down his hardened length.
“What are you doing, minx?” he asked.
I let him slide from between my lips, but kept my hand firmly wrapped around his base. “If you have to ask then I must not be doing it right.” He chuckled throatily. Taking him back into my mouth, I found my rhythm. I paused for a moment when Gideon’s fingers clutched my hair. Glancing up at him from under my lashes, I saw only desire. He assisted me as I bobbed my head letting out a groan enjoying the masculine taste of him.
“Stop,” he hissed. Ignoring him, I continued with my task, but he gripped my hair firmly popping me off him. I stared up at him seeing the hunger in his eyes. “Clothes off.”
