Free Claimed by the Mountain Man by Amelia Smarts Page B

have your permission to leave the bed now, master and king of the forest?” Her tone was cheeky, and she wondered if she’d lost her blooming mind.
    He turned slowly and stared at her, looking incredulous. “Dare you say that again?”
    Her heartbeat quickened. “My master,” she said softly, peering up at him through her lashes. The cheekiness was gone from her tone, replaced by longing. “King of the forest,” she added breathily.
    Heat infused his gaze. He took the stride back to the bed and climbed over her. His legs straddled her hips. She lay on her back and stared into his eyes. Inches from her face, he said, “And again?” His voice was quieter, gentler.
    “My master,” she whispered. “King of—”
    He interrupted her last words with his kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him to her with a longing for his passionate embrace, a feeling she’d all but forgotten existed. As his tongue took possession of her mouth, his hand trailed up her leg, from her ankle to her hip. She moaned into the kiss when he cupped her sore bottom, which only made him squeeze it possessively. She released her grip around his neck and tugged at the buttons on his shirt. He stopped kissing her long enough to assist in removing the material from him and tossed it aside.
    His naked chest now above her in all its taut, muscled glory, she sank her fingers into the black hair and warm flesh and ran her hands down his torso. He kissed along her neck, down to the valley of her cleavage, tearing her shirt off as he did. His hand, which had minutes ago inflicted such pain, hovered lightly below her core, his fingertips just grazing her opening until she arched into his ready grip.
    He held her cunny in his large hand and growled against her neck. “Naughty Nettie. You’re very wet.” She moaned as his thumb found her pleasure nub and circled it gently. He pinched and flicked, eliciting short gasps and whimpers from her lips.
    “Please…” she begged.
    “Please what?” he asked roughly. He drove two fingers into her and bent them forward at the knuckle.
    She let out a low purr and closed her eyes.
    “Say what you need or you won’t get it.” His voice was authoritative. Insistent. His thumb pressed on her clit, and then all movement ceased. He waited for an answer as he held her most intimate parts in his hand.
    “I need your cock inside of me,” she breathed, heat flushing her face.
    His fingers retreated, and a moment later she felt the head of his manhood pressing against her slick entrance. She spread her legs wider and gazed at him in a haze of need. His eyes closed as he moved into her, piercing her slowly and letting out a groan from deep in his throat as his cock met the resistance of her tight passage.
    Never had she felt so possessed as she did while he took her. After the initial slow stretch, his movements were hard and fast, and he held her to his chest as he switched to a seated position. Grasping her hips and ass, he pulled her forward to meet his thrusts. She clung to him and raked her fingers along his back, wanting to feel every inch of his powerful body. As her desire built, her moans and sighs turned into whimpers, until she cried out her release. Her legs trembled against his hips and she would have arched off his lap if Jack hadn’t moved his hands to her shoulder blades and held her steady as the waves of desire rumbled through her body.
    She slackened against him and Jack moved her to lie on her back once again as he rode his way to his own pleasure. She felt her insides flood with his seed. Jack collapsed next to her and pulled her to him. When she rested her head on his chest, he kissed her where her hair parted, in a sweet way that seemed markedly human after such an animalistic claiming.
    “That was amazing,” Nettie said when she found her normal voice.
    Jack’s response was to hold her tighter to him. Nettie smiled to herself. His punishment had been harsh, but it hadn’t been