Free NocC 004 - The Ancients 03 - Bonnie Vanak - Hunted by the Jaguar - Harlequin 2011-12 by Nocturne

suckled her as he worked the dildo in and out of her soaked core. Tension swirled in her groin as he stroked slowly, culling more moisture. Ariana struggled against the restraints, her hips rising eagerly to each caress.
    Still he kept playing with her, making her squirm and nearly scream.
    A shriek tore from her throat.
    “You’re so wet, but I’m going to push you, sunshine, push you until you beg and scream for more.”
    He tongued her faster, hitting a sensitive spot, and she shrieked. Heat built inside her body, the angel and demon dancing with delight. Ariana strained against her bonds, her core squeezing and releasing the dildo.
    Daimon stopped and she sensed he toyed with her like a cat with a mouse. Ariana gulped down a trembling breath. “Please,” she said hoarsely. “Please, do it.”
    As he hit that spot again, she arched upward with a loud cry, his name on her lips. The tension shattered, exploding inside her in glorious spasms of heat.
    Sobbing, Ariana fell back to the mattress, her lungs heaving for air. Her blindfold loosened and fell to bed. She lifted her head to see Daimon watching her with the predatory look of a jungle cat. He reached between her legs and withdrew the object.
    Ariana sputtered. “A cucumber?”
    A small smile played on his firm mouth. “You need fruit and vegetables, sunshine.” His tongue snaked out, licked the moisture from it. “It tastes delicious. Like your juices.”
    Daimon tossed it aside, his smile fading. Waving a hand, he undid her bonds. The ropes coiled and floated back into the closet.
    “Turn over,” he growled.
    Ariana did, tilting her hips up in feminine invitation.
    His hands seized her hips, pulling her back. She felt the round head of his shaft rub her swollen, wet folds. Daimon stroked it over her cleft teasingly. Then he guided his penis into her tight core until his balls were nestled against her. She gasped at how deep he was, joining to her so intimately. Rocking against him, she moved up and down, loving the way his cock slid in and out of her body.
    Bending over her, he toyed with her clit, and then his mouth nuzzled her neck. With a savage growl, he clamped his teeth on the sensitive juncture of her shoulder and neck.
    He bit down, the hot sting colliding with the fire between her legs, hurling her into another orgasm.
    His fingers dug into her hips as he thrust harder and faster. It was wild and rough, and she loved every minute of it. His taut balls slapped against hers as the friction built, his thick cock sliding in and out of her swollen core.
    “You’re mine, Ariana. Mine.” He thrust one last time.
    A scream wrenched from her throat as the pleasure exploded. Daimon shouted, wrapping his arms tightly around her, as warm seed jettisoned into her channel.
    Minutes later, they lay together, his arms wrapped possessively about her body, one thigh wedged firmly between hers. She closed her eyes and slept.
     
    When Daimon awoke two hours later, Ariana was tucked firmly against his body. He stroked her hair, his chest tight.
    He needed to look inward. Examine his heart. Was he truly making his men’s lives better? Or was he using Ariana for his own lust and the raging possessiveness he felt each time she drew near?
    His feelings for her were desperate, as overwhelming as a tidal wave. She was spirited and strong, qualities he hungered to take inside himself.
    Daimon did not feel strong. Each day he spent in this desolate prison, he felt part of his spirit slip away.
    He did not deserve love, need it. No, he was fine on his own. Maybe if he kept telling himself that it would be true, he thought with a bitter laugh.
    He could not look back and become lost in a sea of regrets. The past tugged and teased at him, whispered guilt into his spirit. But he must move on.
    Ariana was the lifeline tugging him forward. Man, he needed her.
    “You quiet my beast,’ he murmured into her soft hair, pressing a kiss on her temple.
    Ariana looked up, her eyes