Untamed. Crystal Jordan

of her neck, and she had to fight another purr. Something must have given her away, because he laughed. She hunched her shoulder and glared back at him.

      He just smiled and twisted the figurine still buried inside her, making her gasp and shiver. Pressing it deeper, he slowly worked her with it again. He slid his hips back enough to slip the hand not holding the statue down her back and between her thighs. Rubbing her vaginal lips on either side of the thrusting figurine just emphasized the hard stone length of it moving within her. Her hands balled into fists, her claws digging into her palms.

      Trailing her own moisture to the recessed pucker of her anus, he eased a finger inside her ass. Her breath caught, dark ecstasy charging through her system. He slid a second finger in, widening her. “I’m going to fuck you here, Delilah.”

      “Yes,” she moaned, nodding for emphasis. The mere thought of being penetrated by both him and the statue made wetness surge between her thighs.

      The statue stopped moving for just a moment, long enough to make her anticipation shriek. His cock nudged against her ass, entering in one long, slow push. She hissed, felt her fangs slide down, and struggled to keep a grip on the wildness inside. Her back arched and shudders ran through her muscles. “Don’t. Stop.”

      “I haven’t even started, kitten.” His mouth opened on the back of her neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh. But he didn’t move within her. She was stretched past bearing, his long cock throbbing in her ass, the figurine lodged in her pussy.

      She held herself still, agony and ecstasy balancing her on a razor’s edge. The need twisted tighter and tighter until she was ready to scream. “What are you waiting for?”

      “For you to relax.” His palm slid up and down her side, the touch soothing, but did nothing to alleviate the tension building within her body.

      Concentrating harder than she ever had in her life, she un-balled her fists and forced each muscle in her body to loosen. When he moved within her, sweet pain followed in his wake. She was so full. The movement of his cock pressed the thin wall separating her anus and her pussy against every single ridge and curve of the figurine.

      She could feel every detail.

      She moaned. The hot, vital feel of his flesh inside her along with the hard stone was exquisite. Gooseflesh broke down her limbs and she shivered, liquid flames coursing through her veins. He rocked his hips against her, his thrusts increasing in speed and force until the hard muscles of his lower belly spanked against her ass. His hand worked the figurine within her at a tandem rhythm until there wasn’t a moment where she wasn’t penetrated by one or the other. Or both.

      Beads of sweat rolled down her body, sealing her back to his front. The scent of him intensified, deep and masculine. It filled her nostrils, sinking her into every sensation. Smell, touch, feel.

      He chuckled, his hand moving the figurine as he stroked into her. “Say it.”

      His name. He wanted her to say his name. She grinned and, shaking her head, refused to give him what he wanted. Instead, she clamped her anus tight around his thrusting cock, giving as good as she got. They both groaned at the increased friction.

      Then he drove himself and the statue deep inside her, pressed his hand to her lower belly to still her movements, and froze. “Say it.”

      She wriggled, trying to get free, trying to move. She couldn’t. He was bigger than her, stronger. Raking her claws up his arm, she hissed. “Move.”

      “No.”

      “Move.” She bucked and twisted, but her struggles only stoked the fire inside her higher and higher. Even without movement, the fit was so tight that her pussy spasmed around the figurine. Her muscles fisted around his cock. A choked breath rasped past her throat at the sweetness of it, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. “Deus.”

      His voice dropped to a silken whisper in her ear. “Give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.”

      A whimper was the only response she could manage as he used his free hand to pluck at her nipples. Then he pinched them hard, and she broke. “Hunter!”

      “Yes.” He pistoned inside her, his cock stretching her almost as wide as the statue did.

      She almost cried out in relief as pleasure ripped through her system. Shoving her hips forward and back to meet each thrust, she could do nothing more than moan. His hand stroked her nipples, and the combination was enough to make her shudder at the ripening tension.

      His mouth opened over her shoulder, sucking on the sweat-dampened flesh. He bit down, and she screamed, shock and ecstasy flashing through her. Her body bowed hard as she came, and her sex clenched rhythmically as she exploded in his arms. His cock hammered inside her, his arms locking tight around her to hold her close, and a harsh groan ripped from his chest as his fluids filled her.

      When orgasm finally eased its grip on her, she relaxed, her face pressing to the pillow. Her lungs burned as she tried to gulp in needed air. Shivers still racked her body many moments later, and she whimpered. “Deus.”

      “Did I hurt you?” It almost sounded as though he were concerned, and she fought a snort. Any man concerned about a woman who’d tried to rob him was clearly out of his skull. Then again, any man who’d fuck a woman with a priceless figurine was also out of his skull, so Hunter wasn’t faring well on the sanity scale. He pulled both the statue and his cock out of her, his hands sliding over her as if looking for damage.

      Peeking over her shoulder, she saw the same closed expression she’d noted the moment she’d met his gaze. He laughed and smiled, but there was a remoteness about him that warned people away. She doubted it was there solely for her benefit. It intrigued her—she’d never been one to heed warnings or obey rules. She wouldn’t be in her line of work otherwise.

      A few moments passed while she looked him over, rolling so she could see all of him. He wasn’t hard to look at. At well over two meters tall, he made her feel petite. It was unusual. Unsettling. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. Something to consider later.

      His shoulders were ridiculously wide, tapering to a narrow waist. There wasn’t an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. She’d put her hands all over his pretty muscles the night before, so she knew firsthand how well built he was. She’d never met a man with a nicer body except one of her sister’s jades, Nolan Angelo. But…something about Hunter made him stand out in her mind. Nolan was as close to human perfection as a man came, and he’d never affected her this way.

      It was Hunter’s face, she decided.

      A slim scar ran from the corner of his eye and curved down to disappear under his jawline. Interesting. She wanted to know how he got it, wanted to run her fingertips over it to memorize the shape and feel. His eyes were a rich brown, flecked with amber, gold, and ebony, the look in them intense and focused. And they usually focused in on her. It made her feel stalked, hunted. Like prey. Also unusual, since she was usually the one doing the hunting.

      His hair was also brown, a little long, but nothing special. Average coloring. He should have been easy to overlook and dismiss. He wasn’t.

      He was imposing, but he didn’t scare her. He fascinated her. It was within his power to hurt her, and he hadn’t so far. Instead he’d made her come more times in one night than she’d ever imagined possible. And wasn’t that just a nice little bonus to their arrangement?

      Nothing about him should fascinate her, and the fact that he’d more than captured her interest sent a niggle of worry though her. She pushed it aside—it would pass, and once the week was over and the job was done, she’d never see him again. That would be the end of it, no matter how intriguing she found him. It was just another reason she was good at her work. To put it mildly. She was the best. She took great pride in being the best. She’d worked her ass off to get the kind of reputation that said she never failed, that she could steal anything from anyone at any time. Nothing was going to change that. She wouldn’t let some rich little hawk smear her reputation. No one was that good-looking or that good in bed.

      Putting