Free HuntressUnleashed by Clare Murray

plunking the chessboard onto the
table. “White or black?”
    “Black.”
    “Very chivalrous of you.” She made the first move, attacking
with her knight. Shortly, the board was littered with pawns. Eagan captured two
and swiped her queen just as she felt the game was getting underway. And he
kept watching her, hardly taking his eyes away. She was beginning to
feel stifled.
    “Check,” he said softly.
    Caitrin glared at him, irrational fury burning her up. Her
hand darted in, jerking the king to the next square. Across from her, Eagan
nudged his bishop into place. “Checkmate.”
    “Very well.” She bit the words off. “Winner cleans up.”
    She stalked across the room, wanting to…run? What was wrong
with her? It was as if ants were crawling underneath her skin. She wanted to
move, to punch the walls away. She’d never felt so cooped up in her entire
life. Even the plinking of the chess figures into their box was annoying.
    “Shall I gather the eggs from the barn?” Eagan inquired.
    “Oh, do what you like!” she flung at him.
    “What I like?” His voice came from behind, his breath hot
against the nape of her neck. How had he moved so fast? She tensed as his hands
closed around her breasts and arched against him in sudden, hot desire. His
naked erection pressed hard against her backside, his hands bending her across
the back of the couch.
    Irritation channeled itself into passion, but she didn’t
want to give up control so easily. She grasped his cock, wrapping her hand
around its tip as she allowed him to bend her over. The way he handled her was
brisk, almost abrupt, as he mounted her.
    He nudged forward, letting out a low growl as his cock
pushed through the pressure of her hand and, finally, inside her. Eagan pinned
her hips, driving so hard that Caitrin had to hold on to the couch to prevent
herself from falling forward. He made tight circles around her bare nipple with
his finger, the sensations driving Cait half out of her mind.
    She was wild beneath him, bucking against his movements,
wanting it rough, fast, right now . Focusing solely upon his touch, his
thrusts, took all her energy. Her orgasm took her half by surprise. She didn’t
bother to stifle her screams.
    Eagan held her tight, whispering her name over and over.
Eventually he withdrew, stroking a caress up the length of her back. “Better
now, lass?”
    “Mmm…somewhat.” She was exhausted now, her cheek pressing
into the softness of a cushion. If she closed her eyes she felt as if she would
sink into oblivion.
    Eagan lifted her onto the couch, covering her with a nearby
blanket. At first she resisted, trying to call upon that now-gone spark of
irritation but it was gone, having dissipated with sex.
    She was drifting, her muscles sore, somewhere in between
full-on sleep and mere dozing. Yet she was aware of Eagan’s presence, the
weight of his arm across her stomach as he stayed in physical contact even as
she slept.
    When she woke she had no idea what time it was. Eagan was
staring at her as if he was expecting something. She sat up, rubbing her eyes.
“How long have I slept?”
    “Hours.” Eagan nodded toward the darkening skies, visible
through the window.
    Cait’s jaw dropped. She’d slept through the midday meal? No
wonder her stomach was rumbling. It was nearly time for dinner!
    “There is food on the table. Eat.” Eagan seemed to be
reading her mind.
    She leaped up, nearly overbalancing. Her leg muscles, sore
from yesterday’s headlong flight, seemed suddenly stronger than ever.
Proceeding more cautiously, she sat at the table and devoured the plate of food
Eagan had prepared.
    “It will be dark soon,” Eagan said conversationally. He
propped his chin on one hand, watching her eat with an enigmatic smile.
    “I am not sleepy.” Cait took a bite of toast. With cheese
melted across the top, it tasted heavenly.
    “Caitrin, did your da tell ye anything at all about
werewolves?”
    “Only that I should stay away from