Free Hunter Betrayed by Nancy Corrigan

brush against it clenched her womb.
Another thrust and the muscles of her sheath tightened around her fingers.
Ripples massaged the two digits she moved in and out. They didn’t come close to
filling her the way Calan’s cock would. She’d felt the straight, thick length
when she’d ground against him. He’d be a tight fit, maybe even too much for
her, but dear god, it’d be fun trying to take him all, every way she could.
    Saliva filled her mouth at the thought of swallowing his
cock. She loved oral sex, often needed to feel the power of control it gave her
in order to get in the mood for anything else. Making a guy moan and beg for
release simply did it for her. After seeing Calan in person, however, she
feared she’d never be able to touch another man.
    Take me, treasure me or walk away, but know I will always
be yours.
    Another soft whimper crawled up her throat. She wanted him.
God, she’d craved him for so long. Why had she walked away? He’d saved her, given
her a piece of himself without asking for anything in return. No, that wasn’t
quite true either. He’d asked for her to release him so he could make love to
her.
    Tears welled in her eyes, partly from the pleasure building
in her body but mostly from the emotion stripping her raw. He’d been hers since
that fateful night.
    Her salvation. Her dream lover. Her hope.
    She stretched out on the thick comforter and thrust harder,
faster. Spread wide, she worked herself to the point where her orgasm hovered
just out of reach.
    She added a third finger in an attempt to push herself over
the edge. Her palm smacked her swollen lips. Her breathy moans filled the room.
More, she needed more. With her free hand, she grabbed her breast. The rough
squeeze did nothing. She pinched a nipple and arched her back on the whipping
sparks skipping over her skin. Not enough. Dear god, it wasn’t enough. She
needed…
    “Calan.”
    His woodsy, campfire scent wafted around her. She dragged in
a breath and filled her lungs with the air she suddenly had to have inside her.
She’d die without it. The silken wrap he’d left on her heart and body pulsed
with his heartbeat. It echoed inside her and mixed with hers until both raced
in a rapid cadence. She squirmed over the soft blanket. Surrounded inside and
out by silk, she tingled. Every inch of her sensitive body craved attention.
She yearned for his touch, only his.
    She choked on shaky sob. “Need you, Calan.”
    The warmth of his breath on her cheek popped her eyelids
open. A wavering image of his face hovered above her. The eyes she loved still
showed a blurry band of darker blue around his pupil.
    She reached for him. Her fingers scattered his image. “Don’t
leave me.”
    Never, my Harley. His form gained depth yet not
dimension. She could see the wall behind him. Picture me and I can come to
you for a little while.
    “Yes, please.”
    She visualized his gorgeous body, recalled the feel of his
hard muscles under her fingertips and the thump of his heart against her palm.
Colors added to the rapidly expanding image crouched next to her. He wore the
ancient clothes she’d seen him in hours ago. The ugly black pants and brown
shirt stretched over his body. She took in his bulging biceps and thick thighs
folded next to her hip. Her breath escaped in a long rush.
    “Oh god.”
    He leaned over her and pressed his fingers to her cheek.
“Not a god, only the bastard child of one.” He dragged the roughened tips
across her jaw. “Have you figured it out yet?”
    She nodded and he moved his featherlight caress to her neck.
“You left a piece of your…” She fumbled for word to describe the silky sheen
lovingly embracing her body and soul. “You shared your essence with me.”
    A small, pleased smile graced the lips she wanted on hers. He
took her hand, lifted it and traced the swooping mark as she’d done. He didn’t
stop at the end of the line, though. He continued the slow trace over her palm.
She followed the path