could keep you in a cage, you wild creature.” Shara growled her approval of the idea. “I should keep you leashed and collared, all the time, and train you to eat out of my hand.”
She braced her feet against the ground and tipped her hips up, drawing him even deeper inside her. It was an invitation Damon couldn’t refuse.
But just to make sure he had to let her go, according to his own rules, he locked his arm around her waist and lifted her away from the branch. There was just enough room to slide his hand down the front of her, to ease his fingers through her pubic hair, and finger her throbbing clitoris. “You’ll be so naughty if you come,” he told her and felt her shudder as she struggled to keep from doing just that.
Damon pinched her clitoris hard, driving her over the edge. She thrashed and shook, and he slammed her into the branch one more time, burying himself deep inside her as he came.
He was left dizzy with the power of his orgasm, but he pretended to be more shaken than he was. He stepped away from Shara and leaned against the tree, his eyes closed as he apparently recovered.
He smiled without opening his eyes when he heard Shara run.
* * *
What the fuck had Damon done to Shara?
Jared stared at the pair of them from the shadows of the jungle. She had marks all over her body, like a leopard. She was naked, gagged with a lot of thick cloth and bound with heavy jute rope. Damon drilled her from behind when she tried to get away and Jared was stepping forward to intervene when the other man obviously climaxed.
It had been rough and quick, and Jared was outraged. Shara couldn’t possibly have enjoyed that sex. It was selfish to take a woman like that, to give no consideration to her pleasure and take only his own. Damon had no right!
He’d taken another step closer when Shara broke and ran. Damon was clearly overwhelmed by his release, and Shara was making her escape. Jared was determined to help her. He bolted after her, abandoning Damon and his little camp of captivity.
She must have heard him because she glanced back, her eyes sparkling in a way that made no sense to Jared. He was taller than her and caught up to her easily. “Shara!” he said, but she evaded him with another spurt of speed.
Damon had probably frightened her. Jared lunged after her and snatched her, tossing her over his shoulder. She kicked and fought so hard he had to hold her ankles together in case she hurt herself.
He had to find a safe place for them, a place to hide. He glanced back toward Damon’s camp, glad he couldn’t hear any signs of pursuit. He couldn’t forget the rope trap in the jungle—even though he wasn’t sure who had set it, clearly the jungle was dangerous. He carried Shara to the rocky shore on the far side of the island, hoping neither of the other men ventured there.
* * *
Jared was a gentleman.
He set Shara down on a big rock that had been warmed in the sun, and gently removed her gag. He lifted his canteen to her lips and gave her a drink, his gaze roving over her body. Shara knew he was looking at the marks Damon had painted on her, and she saw he was horrified.
He’d be more horrified if he knew how much she liked it.
“I saw what he did to you,” he said, shaking his head. He was unknotting the rope around her waist. “Are you all right?”
Shara bit back a smile, knowing the truth would only trouble him. “Fine, thanks.”
“Look at your skin,” Jared said with a shake of his head. He ran a hand over her shoulder, then touched a slight chafe on her wrist from the rope. “It’s barbaric.” He bent and kissed the mark on her wrist. “What’s with the spots?”
Shara shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m supposed to be like an animal.”
Jared shuddered. “It’s not right. It’s twisted. People should agree to the game.”
“What if we agreed to this one?” Shara asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I like being hunted. I mean this is my fantasy. I mean
She braced her feet against the ground and tipped her hips up, drawing him even deeper inside her. It was an invitation Damon couldn’t refuse.
But just to make sure he had to let her go, according to his own rules, he locked his arm around her waist and lifted her away from the branch. There was just enough room to slide his hand down the front of her, to ease his fingers through her pubic hair, and finger her throbbing clitoris. “You’ll be so naughty if you come,” he told her and felt her shudder as she struggled to keep from doing just that.
Damon pinched her clitoris hard, driving her over the edge. She thrashed and shook, and he slammed her into the branch one more time, burying himself deep inside her as he came.
He was left dizzy with the power of his orgasm, but he pretended to be more shaken than he was. He stepped away from Shara and leaned against the tree, his eyes closed as he apparently recovered.
He smiled without opening his eyes when he heard Shara run.
* * *
What the fuck had Damon done to Shara?
Jared stared at the pair of them from the shadows of the jungle. She had marks all over her body, like a leopard. She was naked, gagged with a lot of thick cloth and bound with heavy jute rope. Damon drilled her from behind when she tried to get away and Jared was stepping forward to intervene when the other man obviously climaxed.
It had been rough and quick, and Jared was outraged. Shara couldn’t possibly have enjoyed that sex. It was selfish to take a woman like that, to give no consideration to her pleasure and take only his own. Damon had no right!
He’d taken another step closer when Shara broke and ran. Damon was clearly overwhelmed by his release, and Shara was making her escape. Jared was determined to help her. He bolted after her, abandoning Damon and his little camp of captivity.
She must have heard him because she glanced back, her eyes sparkling in a way that made no sense to Jared. He was taller than her and caught up to her easily. “Shara!” he said, but she evaded him with another spurt of speed.
Damon had probably frightened her. Jared lunged after her and snatched her, tossing her over his shoulder. She kicked and fought so hard he had to hold her ankles together in case she hurt herself.
He had to find a safe place for them, a place to hide. He glanced back toward Damon’s camp, glad he couldn’t hear any signs of pursuit. He couldn’t forget the rope trap in the jungle—even though he wasn’t sure who had set it, clearly the jungle was dangerous. He carried Shara to the rocky shore on the far side of the island, hoping neither of the other men ventured there.
* * *
Jared was a gentleman.
He set Shara down on a big rock that had been warmed in the sun, and gently removed her gag. He lifted his canteen to her lips and gave her a drink, his gaze roving over her body. Shara knew he was looking at the marks Damon had painted on her, and she saw he was horrified.
He’d be more horrified if he knew how much she liked it.
“I saw what he did to you,” he said, shaking his head. He was unknotting the rope around her waist. “Are you all right?”
Shara bit back a smile, knowing the truth would only trouble him. “Fine, thanks.”
“Look at your skin,” Jared said with a shake of his head. He ran a hand over her shoulder, then touched a slight chafe on her wrist from the rope. “It’s barbaric.” He bent and kissed the mark on her wrist. “What’s with the spots?”
Shara shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m supposed to be like an animal.”
Jared shuddered. “It’s not right. It’s twisted. People should agree to the game.”
“What if we agreed to this one?” Shara asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I like being hunted. I mean this is my fantasy. I mean
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