Free Peyton's Ride (Riding With The Hunt, #1) by Jennifer Van Gunten Page A

breasts, and the way strands of her hair fell forward over her shoulders gave her a feeling of empowerment she’d never have thought possible.
    He reached up and captured her full globes in both hands. “Ready to ride gorgeous? I’d love to wake up this way every morning.”
    She flexed her legs and slid up his length until only the head remained inside before relaxing back down. “Lazy in the morning?”
    With her next glide up and down he raised his hips to meet her halfway, and she gasped. “No. But having you ride me before I have to start the day sounds damn sweet.”
    The rhythm got faster, muscles clenched and burned from the sensual assault. Her cream covered his cock, and she placed her hands on his chest, bent at the waist, and reveled in the sensation of his shaft against her clit. The slap of their bodies meeting crowded out rational thought. The ink of his tattoos got more intense and luminescent; his eyes blazed and bathed her in the magic he carried inside.
    She noticed an answering glow from her skin. The magic touched, sparks erupting at the edges and showering down around them. The soft luxurious fur under her knees and shins added to the sensation of his callused hands rubbing across and around her nipples, the thick fullness of his cock.
    “Damn...that little ball...” He rocked his hips up into her with an extra, sharp pump at the right moment. “Fuck. Me.”
    “Every day, sweetheart.”
    They moved together with a punishing beat, and she struggled for breath. Sweat gathered behind her knees, but she couldn’t stop riding the crest of magic and sex. 
    When her release tore through her, it spread to every muscle in her body. White lights danced in front of her eyes, and she flopped down face first on his chest. He took her over onto her back and pumped into her three more times until his cum spilled into her. Harsh, broken breathing and the thud of his heart filled her awareness.
    He rested his weight to the side and stroked her cheek. “Peyton.”
    Relaxation settled not only into her physical form, but soothed something in her psyche too. A completeness snapped home and settled the vague sense of loss and of being an interloper in her own life.
    “What?” 
    The long, strong fingers she admired tunneled into her hair and held her head still. He kissed her, hard, his tongue commanded and led hers into an intimate dance reminiscent of the way he’d fucked her. Another lingering press of his mouth to hers, and he sucked her lower lip into his mouth.
    “You’re mine.” The runes on the tent fabric flared up at his proclamation, and died down again.
    She grabbed for his hand and kissed his finger tips. “You’re mine right back.”
    The runes exploded, so bright she figured they were visible from space. A surprised giggle left her lips that he cut off by smothering her with a long, deep kiss. Cheers and laughter from outside crowded into the moment, and she turned her head to the side.
    “What is that?”
    Tingles of pleasure spread along her neck. He lifted his head from kissing her and bit her ear lobe.
    “The other Fae. They probably want to congratulate us.”
    Embarrassed at how loud she’d been, she hid her face in his shoulder. “Do you think they heard us?”
    “The runes lighting up are a good indicator.” He rolled his hips in a circle. “Plus, you’re in bed with a phooka. Stop worrying.”
    Holy crap this was...she swore and glared at his answering laugh.
    “And you say I have a dirty mouth.” He kissed along her jaw and teased her nipples. “They’re happy for us. A mating is a joyous event.”
    “Uh huh.” Despite his attentions, she couldn’t help but wonder about the people only a few feet away. “What’s the big deal about being in bed with a phooka?”
    Baiting him, but she couldn’t help it.
    He glanced down between them to where their bodies were joined. “Really?”
    “Yeah, I mean...so you’re a phooka. A big horse with red eyes. Big whoop.” She