Hunted by Ella Ardent Page A

that’s why we’re here.”
    “And this?”
    Shara smiled. “Maybe I like it too.”
    Jared’s eyes narrowed as he fingered the collar, and he reached for the knife in his belt. “No, it’s fucked. We’ll cut this off. It probably has a tracking device in it or something.”
    Shara stopped him with a touch. She liked the collar, and if it had a tracking device, all the better. “No, leave it.” She met his gaze and let her tone harden. “I said I like it.”
    He seemed to be mystified by her reaction, then he was amused. “Maybe you two deserve each other.”
    “Maybe there’s only one way to find out.”
    Jared’s expression turned questioning.
    “Compare and contrast,” Shara said with a smile. “I like to sample all the options.”
    He laughed. “You and me both.” He glanced over her again, and smiled as if reassured. “You are gorgeous, you know.”
    Shara smiled. “Are you tempted to capture me, then?”
    Jared’s eyes darkened. “Maybe,” he murmured. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned closer, brushing his lips gently across her own. His touch made Shara’s blood simmer in a very nice way, if not as vehemently as Damon’s did. He looked into her eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
    “Just a little bit wild,” Shara murmured, her voice deep. He bent to kiss her and she gave his bottom lip a little bite. She purred, feeling playful, and Jared grinned.
    “Are you a bad kitty, then?” he asked.
    Shara scratched his shoulder with one fingernail, drawing a path down his arm. His eyes glimmered in a most promising way. He growled low in his throat as she wrapped herself around him, then she kissed him slowly.
    She hadn’t even decided yet whether she’d be bad, in Damon’s terms, and let herself come, or whether she’d play his game and hold back. It was hard to say whether it was better to be punished or rewarded by him—the main thing was she wanted the game to continue.
    Damon was watching. Shara was sure of it. The hair was prickling on the back of her neck with awareness of someone watching them, and she decided she’d give him a show. She wrapped her legs around Jared, completely uninhibited, and seduced him on the rock, in full view of whoever cared to look.
    * * *
    Damon wondered if Shara was performing for him.
    He hoped she was.
    The possibility made him hard all over again. He wondered whether she would come or not, and what he’d do to her either way. A part of him wanted to possess her exclusively, but he recognized that this weekend was her fantasy. There was something hot about watching her overwhelm Jared with her touch, something incredibly sexy about seeing her be so wild in the sun. She had those spots painted on her skin, the ones he’d painted there, and really he couldn’t have planned the site for her seduction better. He liked the look of the collar around her neck, and liked even better that she had insisted upon keeping it on.
    He saw a flicker of movement far to his right and was even more still after that. He wasn’t the only one watching the couple on the sunny rock, and he wondered what exactly Neil had planned.
    Damon stood in the shadows, his gaze flicking between Shara and the spot where he’d glimpsed movement. Shara was amazing, so wild in her passionate assault he wanted to just watch her. It was as if the spots and her nudity had awakened something feral within her, something that made a pulse throb in his cock. She stripped Jared naked, moving with quick impatience, then took his cock in her mouth.
    Jared leaned back and closed his eyes as he moaned. Shara worked him, slowly and then more quickly, prolonging his torment in a way that made Damon want her to do the same to him.
    Maybe he’d get his new kitty a cage.
    Maybe he would take her out in public, with the nipple clamps and leash hidden beneath her clothes. He’d clamp her clit, too, then, and fasten the chain between the three clamps. It would slide across her skin beneath her