Falcon’s Captive by Vonna Harper Page B

her.
    She’d become his slave, his sex object.

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    T he fingers filling her had been quiet while his attention was on her breast. Now they were on the move again, plowing and withdrawing in a motion that should have become familiar but wasn’t. She felt as if she were sinking into her own cunt, becoming it, being defined by it.
    The cyclone returned to pull her into its center. She spun in helpless circles. Heat and then more heat seared her. Her mind filled with images only to reject them. She saw a Falcon, then countless small birds. A curtain of snow was followed by light rain followed by the relentless sun. Next the moon, cool and full, filled her vision. She stared at her people seated around a cooking fire, but when she tried to join them, they became Ekew warriors. The enemy reached for her, grabbed her, threw her to the ground, and wound ropes around her until she couldn’t move. Then a man stepped into her vision, big and naked with knowing eyes and possessive hands.
    In a dim and unimportant way, she acknowledged that Nakos was no longer sucking on her breast; not that it mattered because he still owned her pussy, filled it, and gave it a reason for being. Then he pushed her soft, swollen flesh out of his mouth and moved down between her legs. Dizzy, she blinked him into focus. His naked chest made it all too easy to imagine him without any clothes, stripped of everything except the power inherent in his muscles.
    I want to trust you.
    “Say it again, Jola. Beg me.”
    Any other time, she would have thrown the words back at the damnable man who’d spoken them, insisting she wanted nothing to do with him, but he’d taken her far beyond the independent woman she’d always been. Forced her. Either that or she’d allowed herself to be brought into this space. Not caring which it was, she squeezed her legs against his thighs. Her breathing put her in mind of a desperate deer trying to outrun a cougar.
    “Beg me for sex.”
    Yes, yes! “Damn you!”
    “You may say that, but it doesn’t mean you don’t need me.”
    “Need? This morning I didn’t know you existed.”
    “You do now.” His voice was low, thick, and heavy. Not only had he kept the two fingers inside her, he now stroked her mons, the touch light but inescapable.
    Mewling, she ground her knuckles into her belly. She wouldn’t surrender; she wouldn’t!
    To her shock, he pulled out of her only to run his hands under her buttocks and lift her onto his thighs. Her mind shattered.
    “Such an exquisite creature, all sensation and hunger. Your hunger is your undoing, Jola. If you’re ever going to win this battle between us, you have to learn how to control yourself.”
    “I hate you. Hate you!” Even though she wanted to claw him, she lifted her arms over her head. The moment she did, she acknowledged that she had indeed surrendered everything to him.
    As if agreeing with her, he pulled her even tighter against him. Staring at the sky, she bent her knees yet more and planted her feet under her. His cock ground against her burning tissues, forcing another primitive sound from her.
    “Hate me if you must. It doesn’t change your needs, or mine.”
    Need. More powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced.
    Her senses splintering like thin ice, she grabbed her hair and yanked. Pain poured through her only to slide away.
    “Stay with me, Wilding.”
    Stop calling me that! she wanted to scream, but he was right. She’d never felt more wild. The pressure against her pussy increased. Then her sex lips parted and he slipped in. Only his tip invaded, yet the promise of more arched her back and opened her mouth. A low moan escaped. She again tugged at her hair, then pushed her fingertips into her scalp.
    “My lord told us that the Wildings might not have been created like humans,” he said in a strangled tone. “That their sex might be part animal, or bird.”
    A chill instantly cooled her fevered body. “Bird?” she got out.
    “Those were my