Free Hunted by Ella Ardent Page A

the hood over her head again.
    “Set me free!” Jared cried.
    “Work it out for yourself,” Damon retorted. He rolled Shara over then, using another cable tie to secure her bound wrists to her bound ankles. She wriggled, because she thought it was expected, then found it so exciting to be this helpless she fought harder against her bonds. She realized she’d expected to be able to break free if she really tried.
    But she couldn’t.
    She was helpless and his.
    Shara moaned in delight, then Damon’s strong hands were on her. She halfway hoped he’d bang her senseless right then and there, but she knew in her heart he was one to savor the moment. He picked her up then once again, he tossed her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing at all. He carried her away, heading for some lair he’d obviously already prepared.
    Shara couldn’t wait to get there.
    * * *
    Bastard.
    Jared’s determination to get even with Damon redoubled. At least he was partly on the ground now, if still tangled in the net. He managed to get the jack knife out of his pocket, then wriggled around until it was in his hands. He opened it, and with some effort, cut the cable tie.
    After that, it was easy to get out of the net.
    It was also pretty easy to see which way Mr. Control had gone. Jared removed the rope that had held the net high above the ground and coiled it up, planning how he was going to put it to use again.
    Soon.
    * * *
    Shara was hot and wet, she was trussed helpless and she was his.
    Damon couldn’t think of a single way the situation could be improved.
    He carried his trophy into the tent he’d set up. It was a small two-man tent, made of nylon colored to blend into the jungle undergrowth. Even he lost track of it when he stepped away, and in the night, it would be practically invisible. The supports were all hidden beneath fabric so they didn’t catch any light, and with Shara so securely gagged, no one would hear them.
    He certainly wasn’t going to make any noise. He carried her to the tent and placed her gently inside, turning back to pull shrubbery and vines across the access. His cock was thumping with anticipation, because he’d dreamed of having her like this for months. It seemed too good to be true, especially as she was wet and writhing, as excited as he was.
    She was wriggling on the floor of the tent, proving to both of them she couldn’t even change her position, much less escape. Damon closed the entry to the tent, sealing them into a private world, then removed her hood. Her eyes widened as she looked around, her gaze finally locking on him. He watched her breasts rise and fall in her agitation. The smell of her arousal was even stronger. There was only a little ambient light coming through the nylon, and he couldn’t wait for night to descend. Then he’d be able to surprise her, take her unawares, even without blindfolding her. If he was lucky, that would make her even more completely his.
    He undressed by the door, setting his clothes and boots aside, liking how avidly she watched. She inhaled at the sight of his hard cock and he smiled at her, letting her worry about what he would do to her first. She was on her side, still hog-tied. He eased alongside her and ran his hand down her throat. She swallowed and he felt the racing of her pulse beneath his hand.
    “Too much?” he murmured, his voice so low she’d have to read his lips.
    She shook her head, and he saw that her eyes were shining.
    “I’ll have to work on that, then,” he teased and the sparkle in her eyes grew brighter. He deliberately unfastened the front of her shirt, running his fingertips over her skin as it was exposed. Her bra had a front clasp and he unhooked that, then cradled her breasts in his palms. He pushed both garments back so they were caught on her upper arms, and he could admire the spots he’d painted on her. Her nipples were a bit red after the clamps the night before and he spared her a smile.
    They were also hard