Free Unwanted by Kerrigan Byrne Page A

 
    There was power in this.   And she felt it coursing through her as she brushed the hard length of him through the soft animal skin.  
    A pained gasp escaped his lips and Rhona smiled, releasing the laces and unleashing his cock.  
    She’d almost forgotten how big it was.   How intimidating it could seem, jutting from a wreath of dark bronze hair, and every bit as immense as the rest of him.  
    Casting a glance back up at his face, she captured her bottom lip between her teeth enjoying the thrill of anticipation that coursed through her.  
    “You don’t have to,” he breathed.   “ Rhona …”
    She loved it when he said her name.   She loved that when she wrapped her hand around the thick base of his shaft, he hissed and every muscle in his body went splendidly rigid.  
    And she loved the slew of harsh, foreign words that ripped from his throat as she enclosed the blunt tip in her mouth.  
    He tasted good.   A mixture of salt and musk and something ultimately familiar.   Something altogether her very own.  
    Rhona slowly worked her mouth past the ridge of his head and reached lower, opening her jaw wider to take in as much as would fit.   She used the moisture suffusing her mouth to ease her way, leaving as much of it on his velvety flesh as she could when she drew back.    
    Finn jerked and groaned, but still didn’t touch her.  
    The second time she used her hand to guide his length past her lips, inch by inch, sucking softly when she drew back.  
    He growled again.   This time it sounded like a warning.  
    Rhona didn’t hurry, exploring his shaft with a rhythmic hand as she used her moist tongue to find sensitive veins beneath the thin skin.   Carefully covering her teeth with the fullness of her lips, she sucked him into her mouth and ran her tongue along the thin slit of his head that now welled with something slick and succulent.    
    A hand clamped behind her head, threading strong fingers through her unbound hair.   A fist closed around the one stroking his cock, gripping with a gentle brutality as he fed her its length.  
    Rhona sucked it in greedily.   Eyes locking with his, she used her free hand to brace against his hip.   She set a rhythm of pulling him in deeply and sucking as she drew back.   The many inches that her mouth could not take, she stroked with her fist, palmed within his bigger, stronger hand.  
    He panted like a wolf after taking down a fresh kill.   He blessed her in his own language, then cursed her.   He moaned a prayer to his Gods, and maybe a few of hers as well.   His hand left hers to stroke her face, to touch her mouth where they joined. To cup her jaw.  
    His expressions quickly varied from heart-rending tenderness, to lusty desperation, to a demanding snarl and back again.  
    When she used her tongue to swirl around his head in rhythm to her strokes he moaned her name.  
    “Stop,” he gasped.  
    Rhona knew what was coming and she increased her pace.   She could feel it building.   Feel him growing larger in her mouth.   Feel the desperate pull of his muscles as his blood gathered to free him from the frenzy of his need.  
    “If you don’t stop, I—” A raw sound tore from deep within his chest and emerged on a curse.   His every muscle bulged and flexed before locking tight.   His cock jerked twice before long streams of his release pulsed into her mouth.  
    Rhona opened to it, swallowing his pleasure.   Using it to further ease his way.  
    He’d thrown his head back, the muscles of his neck and jaw obviously battling to keep in a cry of release.     He was most beautiful this way.   A sleek, lethal beast incapacitated by her lips, a prisoner of the pleasure she drained from him.  
    She didn’t stop until his hand tightened in her hair and pulled her away from him.  
    Finn’s shoulders slumped forward and he shook greatly as one last tremor ripped through his massive frame.   Though the ecstasy had released its hold on