Huntress (11 page)

“Trent?” she whispered.

He turned to her and his gaze was tortured, his body held
tense.

“Damn it, Fiona,” he said before scooping her into his arms
and striding to the couch. He sat and held her tightly in his lap.

The position hurt her neck a bit but otherwise it felt so
good she didn’t want to move. She absorbed his heat and the feeling of safety
in his arms. It was the one place she didn’t have to be the strong one.

She liked that he always held her like this. She fit
perfectly against him.

“Why did you come, Trent?” she asked him. He wouldn’t meet
her gaze and she laid a hand on his cheek so he would look at her.

“You’re hurt.”

She smirked up at him. He made it seem so simple.

“I’m okay. Did you see what happened?”

“I didn’t. I didn’t even know you were hurt until you were already
home. How did that vamp get the upper hand?”

He seemed so shocked it would happen that she smiled again.
He boosted her confidence in her new skills and she could use it right now.

“I hesitated,” she told him. “I don’t know why and it
happened so fast.” She still didn’t understand what had happened herself so it
was hard to explain.

Trent ran his hand down her cheek. “It happens. I’ve seen it
before. No matter how ready you think you are for something it can still make
you freeze up. That part will pass.”

He looked as though he was about to say something and then
decided not to. He sighed. “I just hate that you put yourself in danger.”

“It can’t be changed,” she whispered. She ran her thumb over
the scars on his face and he closed his eyes for a second. “You did the same. I
know you haven’t told me what happened to you, where you got these scars, but I
know that you put yourself in danger.”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

“I was a special-ops Marine and I had a team behind me. I
wasn’t alone.”

“You were their commander?” she asked, hoping he would open
up and tell her what had happened to him.

“Yeah, we were on a mission to save a kid who had amazing
computer-hacking skills. Some thugs who ran a drug ring in Columbia had
kidnapped him. They wanted him to do their dirty work and hack into the US
government systems. We got a tip from one of my sources in the area and we went
in to get him. I realized too late that it was a trap.”

He was quiet for a moment and she knew he was reliving the
horror of that day.

“Looking back now, I wonder if it was my talent that got us
out of that mess. We did get him out but the location of our extraction had
been betrayed and they were waiting for us. I got my team and the kid out but
they threw a grenade as we were taking off in the chopper. I wasn’t all the way
in yet and the blast caught this side of my face.”

He ran his fingers over it and she felt his pain.

“I spent two months in a hospital having surgery after
surgery and when it was all said and done my discharge papers were waiting for
me. Oh sure, they gave me a medal but they had taken the one thing away from me
that I was good at.”

“But you made a difference, Trent, and saved that kid from a
life he didn’t want,” she told him.

His eyes refocused on her and she felt that flash burn in
between her legs. He was everything she had ever wanted in a man and now she
had found him she couldn’t keep him. Life was so unfair.

“I know, but I sacrificed my life in the end and if I could
go back now I’m not sure I would have made the same choices,” he told her.

“You would have. I know that. You had a job, a duty to do
and you did it without any thought to what the consequences to yourself would
be. That’s how I feel about being a hunter. It makes me special, important in a
way that I have never felt before,” she confided in him.

“Maybe so, but I want you to understand that it leaves you
empty in the end, Fiona.”

He was probably right. The kills she had made already left
her feeling hollow and unfulfilled. Was he trying to tell her it would never go
away? That it would only get worse? It wasn’t a comforting thought.

It was just one more reason why they couldn’t be together
permanently as much as she wished they could.

But he was here now. She knew she was weak to give in again
but her heart couldn’t take sending him away tonight.

She just had to make him understand it was only sex.

Trent noticed the change in her immediately. Her body
softened against him and her gaze went slumberous.

While he had told her things he had never shared with
another living soul, he wasn’t done talking to her yet.

“Fiona. Don’t look at me like that, we aren’t done here.”

She sighed and laid her head on his chest. His fingers went
to her hair and they tangled in it. He had missed the feeling of the silk
sliding over his hand.

Which was ridiculous. He had shared her bed the night
before. But his body didn’t agree with him.

He looked down at her and he could practically see the
wheels turning in her head. Then he saw the hesitation.

“What is it? Tell me,” he prompted.

She sighed and then said, “We can’t be together, Trent. As
much as I want it, we can’t.”

“I know.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, her brow furrowing in
confusion.

“Granny warned me about us after the first night we met.”

Fiona sat up in his lap but he wrapped his arms around her
and kept her from moving away. He knew now was probably not the best time to
bring it up but since he was getting things off his chest he couldn’t leave it
unsaid.

Plus he feared that this may be his last chance to tell her.
He realized now that she was right and there were too many obstacles between
them to be able to make a go of it.

It depressed him but there would be plenty of time in the
days to come to lick his wounds. Tonight was for them to say their goodbyes.

She tensed up as his arms tightened and then she relaxed,
almost as if she had the same realization he had. Tonight was their last night
together.

“What did she say?” she asked quietly.

He debated how much to tell her and figured there was no
backing out now. “I told you that we met as children, right?” She nodded and
ran her hand up his arm. He tried to ignore the need it lit in his veins.

“I didn’t tell you that I told Granny I was going to marry
you one day. Granny and Eleanor decided that day we wouldn’t see each other
again and they spent a lot of time keeping us apart. Then after the night we
met I called Granny and she already knew we had been together. I went to see
her and she told me that if we stayed together I would die. That Eleanor had
seen my death.”

When he had finished pushing out the words he didn’t want to
say he looked down at her face. There were silent tears running down her
cheeks.

She knew it was just as true as he did and there was nothing
they could do about it. If they stayed together it would doom them both. Maybe
not tomorrow or the day after but at some point it would come and he knew his
stubborn redhead would never let it happen.

Nevertheless there was still tonight and there was one more
thing he wanted to tell her. But the words stuck in his throat and refused to
come out.

So he lowered his head and kissed her instead. Her lips were
warm and salty from her tears. He licked them away before coaxing her lips open
so he could sink his tongue deep within the dark recesses of her mouth.

Her tongue met his, hesitantly at first and then as the
swell of need arced between them, with wild abandon. Her hands came up to
tangle in his hair and tug, sending a surge of blood to his already aching
cock.

He broke the kiss and she moaned and tried to move his head
back to meet her lips. But he was stronger. Regardless of her tugging, he laid
his lips against her throat and left openmouthed kisses.

She sucked in a breath of pain when he hit the spot that was
bruised from the vamp’s punishing grip.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, baby. Does it hurt badly?”

“No, I’m okay, Trent. Don’t stop.” She gripped his biceps
and pulled him closer. He didn’t want to hurt her and he wanted tonight to be
special. He wanted it to be something they both would remember in the long,
lonely days that were sure to come.

He stared down into the dark pools of her eyes and for once
saw the man he wanted to be, reflected in them.

He stood easily with her in his arms, feeling his cock
lengthen when she wrapped her legs around his waist. She weighed so little he
couldn’t believe she was so strong. But she was.

Walking to her bedroom, he knew the way and didn’t break the
hold she had over him with her gaze. He kicked the door open with his booted
foot and it hit the wall with a crash. Neither of them cared.

He laid her on the bed gently and finally had to break the
eye contact to unlace his boots and kick them off. He pulled his shirt off and
tossed it aside, eager to feel her under him.

But he didn’t intend to rush it. They had all night. She was
waiting impatiently for him, her hips grinding subtly against the sheets of her
unmade bed. He stood at the end of the bed and looked down at her, taking in
all that was waiting there for him.

All she wore was a big t-shirt. As her hips moved it rode up
and he could see her plain white cotton panties but even that turned him on.

He adjusted his cock in his jeans so it was a bit more
bearable. He didn’t plan to take them off immediately. Otherwise it would be
over before he really got started.

Her eyes followed the movement of his hand and she licked
her lips. A groan escaped him.

“Take your shirt off, Fiona,” he told her.

She smiled slightly and did as he demanded, tossing it to
the floor before lying back against the pillows.

Kneeling between her legs, he lowered some of his weight on
her. She sighed and closed her eyes. Rocking his body, he rubbed his chest on
her nipples and felt them go hard.

He lowered a little more and groaned at the feel of her
breasts pressed into him. Her hips bucked and her legs went around his waist,
tightening around him and pulling him closer.

She fit against him so perfectly and he took a moment just
to feel her skin plastered on him.

But he needed more. Leaning up and taking her hands, he
raised them above her head and told her, “Leave them there, baby.”

“But I want to touch you,” she complained.

“You can, afterward,” he said as he smiled down at her. He
wondered if she would be able to keep her hands where he put them.

Turning his attention to her breasts, he set out to drive
her wild. He wanted her to remember this night forever.

He kissed along her collarbone then down the valley between
her tits. Using his tongue, he left a line of wetness on the soft underside of
her breast and then did the same to the other. Blowing gently, he watched as
her nipples puckered and went harder.

Sucking one of her pale-pink tops into his mouth, he pulled
gently at first and then increased the pressure. He kept it up until she was
moaning and her head was thrashing from side to side.

He switched to the other side and gave it the same
treatment, taking his time. Going back and forth between them, he flattened his
tongue against them, as he planned to do to her pussy.

She was doing well, leaving her hands where he had placed them.

Sliding down her body, he tasted every inch of her sides and
flat stomach. When he got to her bellybutton he spent a few minutes licking
around it and then sinking his tongue in, playing with the bar of her piercing.

Continuing on to her hipbones and then the creases between
her legs, he kissed her. Kneeling between her bent knees again, he slowly
dragged her panties down and tossed them behind him.

Lifting one of her legs, he brought her perfectly arched
foot to his mouth and nibbled while he watched her face.

Her eyes were open but not much and she was breathing
heavily. Her arms and hands were still raised above her head and her breasts
were lifted for him.

He smirked at her as he kissed his way up her ankle, calf,
knee and finally her thigh. He had wanted to drive her wild but if his cock got
any harder he would be able to punch holes in a wall with it.

He knew he wasn’t going to be able to drag it out much
longer but he did manage to give her other thigh the attention it deserved.

Her pussy lips were glistening with her dew and he released
a warm breath on them just to feel her shudder. Licking the place where her
thighs stopped and her pussy began, he went up and down both sides with his
tongue.

Parting her lips with his thumbs, he licked up one side of
her clit and down the other, over and over.

She groaned loudly. “Trent, please,” she begged.

“What, baby?” he asked in between long licks.

“I need…” she started but the words died as he sucked her
swollen clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

Her hips lifted and she screeched as he drove her
relentlessly into orgasm. Her pussy pulsed against his mouth and he felt the
extra-slick wetness he was eager to lap up.

Knowing she was sensitive, he eased up a little but didn’t
release her from his mouth yet. She tasted too good to leave his place.

She was wet and ready for him and when he sank two fingers
inside her he could still feel her walls fluttering. She clenched around him
and he suddenly couldn’t wait any longer.

Standing quickly, he popped the button on his jeans and her
eyes opened when she heard his zipper go down.

“Oh yes,” she sighed and he grinned at her, agreeing. He
grabbed the condom out of his pocket and slid it on without taking his eyes off
Fiona’s tits.

Sliding up, back between her legs, he caught her mouth with
his. He poured all the intense feelings that were rolling inside him into the
kiss. Fiona lifted her hands and tangled them in his hair.

Too far gone to care that she was disobeying him, he nudged
her opening with the tip of his cock.

Fiona could hardly stand the wait. He had driven her insane
with his talented mouth and all she could think about was his hot, hard and
ready cock sinking into her.

At this point she wanted him to thrust in all at once and
push her over the edge that was already so close.

He had been different tonight, claiming her in a way she
knew would leave her ruined for any other man. Not that she could muster any
energy to care.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked as he reached between
them and rubbed the head of his cock on her clit.

“Yes! Please, Trent,” she begged. She was past the point of
worrying about her foolish pride.

“I’m so ready for you, babe,” he said as he caught her gaze
and held it. “Hold on to me.”

She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight.

“Tighter, with your legs too,” he commanded.

Fiona wasted no time in complying. She wanted more than was
reasonable.

“Yeah, like that, baby,” he groaned in her ear. His low,
grumbly voice sent shivers down her back, and her pussy clenched in response.

He chose that moment to sink into her, balls-deep with one
thrust.

It was exquisite.

Her arms and legs tightened on him even more and he let out
a loud groan.

“Oh god, Fiona! You’re so fucking tight. Don’t’ move, baby,
I’m not ready to end this yet.”

Fiona held still as he shivered and shook in her arms and
she knew he was searching for his ironclad control.

But she didn’t want him to find it. Without moving her body
she clenched her thighs and knew he could feel the new tightness when he let out
a deep breath.

“That’s not helping,” he whispered, leaning up to look her
in the eye.

She smiled up at him and he lifted his hips until she
thought he was going to pull out. He didn’t. When only the head of his cock was
in her he pushed back in and Fiona felt the depth of his plunge all the way to
her heart.

It opened the feelings she had left under lock and key and
as he stared down at her she knew there was no denying them.

“I love you,” she uttered as he plunged again.

“Oh fuck,” he growled as he ceased with his teasing and
fucked her how she had wanted all along. Long, hard strokes. Faster and faster,
their bodies moved in perfect sync.

Sweat broke out on his back and she sank her nails into him
harder, begging him to go on. He didn’t disappoint her. She knew he wouldn’t.

They met in a crashing, rolling rhythm that had her
clenching around him in one long crest of pleasure. Suddenly her muscles
released and clamped on him over and over as she screamed and rode out the most
amazing orgasm of her life.

Trent let loose with a sound she had never heard before, a
primal, animalistic noise that raised goose bumps along her arms as he came
deep inside her.

His hips bucked and ground against her as he found his
release and then he collapsed on her, heavy and welcome.

They both tried to catch their breath and after a long while
he lifted up onto his arms to stare down at her.

She knew he was thinking about the fact that she had told
him she loved him but she didn’t have it in her to regret it. It was the truth and
if this was their last night she wanted him to know.

He caught her gaze and his stare was intent and focused.

“I love you too,” he said in a clear, firm voice.

She didn’t understand why but tears started to fall
immediately. It might have been the beauty of their lovemaking or the fact he
would walk out of her life in the morning and she would never see him again, or
it could just have been that he had told her he loved her.

“Aww hell,” he grumbled when the tears spilled over to slide
down her cheeks, leaving wet trails. But he didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled and tried to get free of him to
pull herself together.

It was hard to remove a muscle-bound man from her when he
didn’t want to go and she failed when he laid the rest of his weight on her.

“Don’t pull away from me, Fiona. We don’t have much time
left. Just let it go, babe, and let me hold you.”

It wasn’t what she expected from him and the lump clogging
her throat turned into sobs. Trent rolled and pulled her on top of him,
wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight as she cried into his chest.