Hunter's Scars - Bonus POV - Faye Pierce

Hunter’s Scars – Bonus POV

Alek

“On your knees.”

There’s something so damned intoxicating about seeing Anya on her knees for me. Her stunning face looking up at me with her eyes bright and wide. Perfect submission is the best gift that I think that I’ve ever gotten in my life. She’s terrified. Not because of me but because of what might happen tomorrow or the day after if we can’t figure something out.

Tomorrow morning the first order of business is going to be to meet with Daniel so that we can make a plan to merc Nikolai in any way that we can. I don’t care what it takes, the idea of Nikolai’s hands on Anya in any capacity ever again makes me blind with rage.

She’s looking up at me like this might be our last time together.

The look in her eyes is resolute, like there won’t be another opportunity to be with one another or that she will go off and play the martyr. Henry will be safe. Of course he will. But tonight, we both need the break. We have to let some steam off, remind ourselves that we are still alive and kicking. At least for now. We’ve both come so far in the short amount of time that we’ve known each other. I won’t allow us to backslide now.

“Hands behind your back princess.” I command. There’s no room for argument in my voice. She slides her arms behind her back slowly and I see that shift in her eyes. The comfortable look that comes each time that she’s been present and settled inside of her body, and ready to be commanded. Ready for me to use as I see fit.

Her knees part, her back arches her chest forward as she holds her opposite elbow behind her back. She’s so damned perfect. I can hardly believe it. Her eyes flutter closed, and her breathing starts to even out.

“If you say stop, we stop princess. Nod that you understand me.”

My breath is locked inside of my chest until she answers me. She nods. I exhale. It’s a comfortable sort of calm that settles over me as the tension slowly starts to ease out of my shoulders. Little by little the plan of action unfolds in my mind. Her skin is so soft, it’s a hard choice where to start. I don’t think that I’m ever going to be over wanting her. I don’t think that it will ever be possible to get my fill of her. I think that I could easily spend the rest of my life trying to sate my hunger for her, and also be totally fine with never accomplishing that goal. I restrain her easily, tethering her to the footboard of the bed so that she can’t fall forward or move too much.

“Pain or pleasure?” I ask. One is going to be significantly harder than the other right now, as I can already feel my heart reaching for her. It’s my job to be here for anything that she needs. No matter which option she chooses.

At the same time, she needs to know that I am still in control here, no matter what choice she makes. As such, not answering my direct question will never be an option that I’m going to tolerate. My knuckles graze down the curve of her arm and shift over to cup her full breast into my hand. My thumb brushes over her nipple through her shirt, rubbing until the skin is hard and peaked before pinching it sharply to force her to answer me. I haven’t had any reason to punish her yet, but I will if I have to.

“I asked you a question, princess.” I hope my voice sounds controlled, because I feel like if she keeps looking at me like that, I’m going to lose control entirely.

“…pleasure.” She whispers without breaking eye contact.

That was what I was hoping that she would choose. “Good girl, princess,” I hum softly and she watches with hunger as I pull my shirt over my head slowly. I slide my pants down, hard and straining for her as I reach forward and cup the back of her head softly. “Earn your pleasure, princess.” I command softly.

It’s a test for both of us. Both for her, to work for what she’s wanting, and for me to give her just that tiny bit of control that I’ve never let another woman have over me before. I’ve never even let another woman come close. I stand just out of reach of her perfect, sensual mouth on purpose. With the way that she’s tethered she’s going to have to strain to the point of just past discomfort to reach me.

But by god, does she try.

I’m not going to last long with her tongue lapping at my head like that. Her perfect tongue, divine as it swirls around me, struggling to pull me further into her mouth with every pass that she makes. I want nothing more than to grab onto her head and fuck that perfect little mouth, but I can’t. She makes me want to lose control every single time that I get to have her all to myself like this.

Knowing that she wants me, wants more of my cock, that she’s hungry for it, is intoxicating. “You can do better than that. Don’t you want your reward, princess?” I goad her.

It works.

She moves forward, pulling me in closer and I have no choice but to buck my hips toward her, disappearing further into her mouth. It feels so damned divine that my head falls back as my hand slips down to hold the soft hair on the back of her head as a groan of pleasure leaves me.

The normal feelings of hesitation aren’t there. Normally, a move like that has my lungs locking up and bile rising in the back of my throat. Touch is hard for me, I wasn’t lying about that. Perhaps it’s different because it’s with her. Because Anya is the one, and she’s already more than proven herself to me. She would not do the things that still fill my nightmares.

“Deeper,” I growl, my voice husky with need as I struggle to keep my hands off her. My skin doesn’t crawl. I don’t feel the need to run away from her as fast as I can. Perhaps if I can do this, we can do more. Perhaps with Anya it could be different than it has been with the other girls in the past. I have to know.

I reach down to cup her chin, my fingers curling possessively over the bone and urging her forward again. I watch with rapt attention as every bit of my cock that could fit disappears between those perfect lips. She gags again, the sound more erotic than it has any right to be. Even still, she tries to take me again, wanting all of me. I can tell. Saliva strings out in ropes as I ease myself from her lips. I bend at the waist and kiss her, wiping away the spit as I remove my hand from under her chin.

The feeling of pride that fills me is surreal. “Good job, princess.”

I love the way her eyes seem to sparkle each and every time I call her princess.

I scoop her up by the elbows and bending her over the footboard. I slide her shorts down my legs, admiring the shape of them, the delicate muscle and the way her skin feels against my hands before kissing the curve of her hip, the back of her thigh and calf, before bending one leg at the knee to hook over the end of the bed. She teeters for a moment, and catches her balance the next.

Before she can guess my next move, I sink to a knee behind her, my tongue returning the favor that she has given me moments ago. Her moans of pleasure are swallowed by the soft begging as she bucks and writhes against my face. My tongue delves inside of her, curling to a place that makes her cry out in pleasure before moving back to her clit and lavishing my attention there. I wait until her breaths start to catch – until her gasps and moans are wild and unchecked as she tries to frantically turn herself against my face. I know that she’s close, I can feel it.

We can’t have her finishing too soon now, can we?

I pull tongue away from the apex of her thighs. The noise of loss that she makes is desperate enough that I almost take pity on her. I certainly haven’t yet had my fill of her sweetness. She tastes unlike anything that I’ve ever had before and I’m addicted to it.

My hands find her hips a moment later. I have to have her now, neither one of us can take the anticipation any longer and when she cums, she’s going to do so on my dick. I bury myself inside of her in one quick thrust. She tries to push back into me, her hips finding a rhythm with mine, but each time that I feel her walls gripping me anew, every time that she gets closer, I change pace to make sure that she doesn’t orgasm. When she does, I know that it’s going to be explosive.

It doesn’t take long at all until her moans and softly pleaded words turn into something else entirely. Desperate and frantic as she seeks sensation, harder, more, something that she doesn’t even know. I love watching her come undone. I don’t even truly mind that she’s fucking herself back onto my dick despite the restraints. I keep going until she’s screaming. Until she’s lost all sense of herself, until I am positive that I am the absolute only thing that she can think of and that nothing exists outside of this room, and only our bodies matter.

It’s physically painful for me to pull out from inside of her. I need her, my body is shaking with need for her. I pick her up by the hips, flipping her onto her back and pushing the pair of us up onto the bed, pushing back inside of her as quickly as I can. Her scream drowns out my own guttural groan of pleasure. Just the feeling of her is intense. I almost lose it right then and there. I think that chunks of my sanity are slipping away from me with every thrust, closer and closer to the finish line until then it’s there, no more denial, no more waiting as I empty myself into her with force and a torrent that feels never ending as Anya grips me tighter and tighter. Her perfect body twitching and writing underneath me as she barrels through wave after wave of pleasure.

I think she passes out for a moment as I ease from her when I’m capable of moving again. When my sanity is enough to free her arms and pull her body into my chest. Her hands press into my chest, and it feels… right.