His Darkest Hunger (Jaguar Warriors 1)

His body sang with joy and he claimed her lips again, pouring every bit of emotion he had into the kiss as he ravaged the softness beneath them. His fingers dug deep into the thick mass of hair that haloed her head, and the scent of her arousal clung to his nose, sending spikes of hard desire straight to his aching cock.

He wanted to be gentle, but his need was so great and he felt his edge of control begin to slip as her hands encircled his engorged shaft. Softly, her fingers flew over the velvet ridge before running along his straining length. He groaned loudly into her mouth and grabbed her tongue, sucking it hard.

“Christ, Libs, keep that up and the show will be over before we even begin.” His voice was ragged and he pulled away, his great chest heaving with the effort it took to control his animal desires.

“Well then, I need you to begin, because I’m aching for you.”

Her eyes held his prisoner as she moved and positioned her body, gently gliding his cock to her warm and wet opening. As if the smell of her wasn’t enough to drive him crazy, the feel of her slick desire on the head of his cock drew a small curse from him. He watched a satisfied smile race across her face, before a pained one took its place.

“Damn it, Jaxon.” She began to rub herself all over him. “I can’t wait.”

With a growl, Jaxon flipped onto his back, lifting her above his body, barely able to control himself as she placed her legs on either side of him. He looked up at her and marveled that this beauty, this fucking amazing woman, was his, and with a savage snarl he brought her down over him. The feel of her was exquisite, and he felt his balls clench as her slickness slid over his hard length. With a hard thrust, he buried himself deeply within the hot core of her body.

She screamed softly before smiling down at him wantonly, beginning to move and gyrate against him. The pressure he felt was intense. His hands immediately grabbed her hips, slowing the rhythm, wanting the pleasure to last.

But his little hellion was having none of that, her body gliding up and down more forcefully, her channel tightening as she continued to ride him fast and hard. Her breasts jiggled in front of him, and his hands fell away from her hips, letting her have her way, and they found their way to the softness of her generous globes, the long fingers pinching the puckered redness of her engorged nipples.

His right hand left her chest and he held it tight against her belly, loving the feel of her muscles as they clenched and shuddered with each thrust of his cock. He could feel the pressure build deep inside him, and his eyes sought out hers, fastening on the large ovals that stared down at him, misty and luminous with passion.

Her lips were open and her tongue could be seen between her teeth as she began to moan softly. She increased the rhythm even more, and the sounds of flesh slapping hard against flesh reverberated throughout the tent. It only added to the insane pleasure that Jaxon was feeling; for they were the sounds of his body loving the woman that belonged to him.

When he felt her vaginal walls clench even tighter, he knew he couldn’t wait much longer, and as she screamed her release, he gave one final thrust and let his body give in to the most incredible orgasm he’d ever had. It pounded through his veins, rough and aggressive, leaving every nerve ending in its wake electrified.

He heard the beast within scream in triumph, or it very well could have been himself. He didn’t know and didn’t care.

Libby collapsed onto his chest, and he immediately wrapped his arms tightly around her, reveling in the sound and feel of her heart raging deep inside her chest. He wasn’t sure how long they lay there, limbs entwined, bodies wet and slick from their lovemaking.

When her head moved and her eyes looked at him, he felt more love than he’d known was imaginable. She gently traced his mouth and kissed him, murmuring against his flesh, “That was one hell of a body wash.”

Jaxon laughed loudly, and pulled her in close to his body before closing his eyes. A few moments later her even breathing told him that Libby had surrendered and fallen asleep. He kissed the top of her head as his thoughts darkened, and he felt anger once more begin to claw at him.

His thoughts turned to Cormac. They had in their possession something the sorcerer wanted. Badly. There was no way in hell he would just hand over an innocent to a madman like Cormac, but that didn’t mean he was above using the woman as bait.

He sighed softly, his breath ruffling the soft blond hair that lay against him. Only time would tell if his son was indeed alive and well. He couldn’t dwell on that right now, though. He needed to rest.

Because tomorrow he was going to fucking kill the bastard.

Libby awoke with a start. She wasn’t sure what pulled her from the clutches of sleep, but she pushed her hair from her eyes, instantly on edge. She sensed a presence, and it had nothing to do with the warm, muscled form that was flush against her back.

She shook her head and tried to focus. Something was here. She could feel it. Her eyes searched the dim interior of the tent as she tried to locate whatever was making her so jumpy.

The feeling intensified, manifesting itself until she knew beyond doubt that Cormac was calling to her. The urge to run to him was so compelling she found herself moving before she even realized it.

His magick was strong, of that there was no doubt, and her natural instinct was to fight the pull. What kind of power did he have over her? The nagging question flittered through her mind, but Libby pushed it away. She knew it didn’t matter. She would follow his crumbs. This was her only chance to get her son back. She had to obey.

Gingerly, she disengaged her limbs from Jaxon, her smile bittersweet as she gazed down at the sleeping man. He was such a fierce warrior, so handsome and strong, yet in repose she could see the young man that he had once been.

That thought alone brought a host of emotions to the surface, and she had to take a moment and compose herself. Quickly, she gathered up the dirty clothes that Jaxon had removed from her the previous evening, wrinkling her nose at the thought of pulling them on. A quick glance around told her there was nothing else available, so she quickly pulled the clothing up over her body.

After dressing, she drank some water and tried her best to untangle the hair that still lay in wild waves, pretty much everywhere. She gave up after a few frustrated moments and gathered the thick mess, securing it with a piece of string from the bag she’d brought with her when she first arrived.

She paused once, her eyes trailing back toward Jaxon, and then quietly slipped from the tent. She knew she had to do this alone. Jaxon would attack with a vengeance, taking Declan, Cracker, and even Julian along for the ride. There was just too much room for error, and that was something she wasn’t willing to take a chance on. Her son’s safety was her only concern.

Besides, she knew that Jaxon would never approve of her plan.

It was still dark out, the air heavy with the threat of a storm. The ominous feeling seemed to fall like a second skin over her flesh, and she shivered as her eyes moved about the camp. She’d been so exhausted when they returned that she’d never even inquired about the woman. Skye Knightly.

She pursed her lips, then took off without hesitation toward the tech tent. It was the largest and would be the most logical place to stash a prisoner. After moving the flap back, she stepped silently inside, grateful that her eyes had adjusted to the gloom.