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

swallowed the giggle that bubbled up and compressed her lips.  “I’m glad you don’t have fangs though.”
    One eyebrow rose up his forehead and he gave her the crooked grin she loved. A long, deep thrust drove her breath from her lungs. “What do you think the ‘big deal’ is Peyton?”
    “You know, I really have no idea.” She shook her head, trying to control the smirk twisting her lips.
    “Hmmm...” He wrapped his lips around her breast and drew circles with his tongue, rocked his cock in and out with shallow thrusts.
    Pleasure spread through her, a slow tendril of flame that crackled through her veins. She sifted his hair through her fingers and looked at the canvas roof above them, her gaze stopping on one sigil in particular.
    Family.
    “Ian? Do you think my father is out there?” Why the question popped into her head at that moment, she didn’t know. But it was perhaps her longest held dream; to know her father’s identity. She’d never felt more vulnerable and open to someone than she did right then.
    He raised his head, the low light glinting off his hair. “Perhaps. Do you want to find out who he is?”
    “I don’t know. I don’t even know why I want to bring it up right now.” She shook her head.
    Concern and understanding flitted through his eyes. “Your entire life has changed in the space of hours. And you’re finally in a place where you can find out who he is. You feel safe with me, and our magic is drawing us ever closer together.” He cupped her cheek. “My ego is a little bruised that you’re thinking so hard when I’m trying to seduce you. But I understand.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Blame your friends. If they hadn’t been out there making a racket, I’d not have thought about it.” The long lines of his tattoos captivated her, and she traced them with her finger. “I don’t know if I want to know anymore. I thought it was important, that I needed to know my father’s name so that I would know who I was. But I know who I am. I’m Peyton Reynolds. Fae. Phooka rider. Member of the Wild Hunt.”
    “I hope someday you’ll use my last name.” He touched her lips, and she nipped him. The shadows of the other Fae outside had disappeared. The undisguised hope, affection, and tenderness in his expression gave life to the first glimmers of love and true devotion in her heart. An answering glow pinged to her from him, and bursts of magic sparkled like fireworks between them.
    “Peyton Coghlan? It’s not bad.” A twinkle entered her eyes and she tilted her hips. He rumbled at her, and she flushed. Using his last name appealed to her, but he could wait a while. “So, what are you going to do with this cock?”
    “Oh, ready for another ride?” Pure male smugness colored his tone.
    “I’ve been wanting to ride all day.” She scratched her nails down his abdomen, and he hissed.
    “I’ll make it so good; you won’t ever want to stop.”
    She twined her legs around his waist. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”
    “Well then,” he licked his way down to her right breast, and bit her nipple, “anything else can wait a little while longer.”
    She arched her back, offering her breasts, and buried her fingers in his hair. Happiness crashed over her, and he canted his hips forward, seating his cock in deep and tight.
    A new ride for a new beginning.
    The End

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    Rock Hard and Wet (Nymphs of New York Series Book One)

    Hunger Embraced (Hunger Series Book One)

    Contemporary Romance

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    Long Time Coming

    Fiction Anthologies

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    Non Fiction Anthologies

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Dedication
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