The Tiger's Ambush (Kit Davenport #3)

“Agree to disagree, Austin,” I told him. “You were an absolute fucker to me from day one, but that’s an argument we can hash out another day. I still want to hear what happened with Peyton downstairs.”

“Ugh, another day.” He gasped. “Definitely another day.” His eyelids fluttered as my thumb flicked at his piercing and my hand tightened around his shaft. He was hard enough to cut diamonds, and I wasn’t in the mood to be patient.

Shoving him flat on his back, I swung a leg over his waist and gripped hold of his cock once more where it sat thick and rigid against his ripped stomach. That gorgeous ink only dipped a little lower than where his pants had sat, following the contours of his Adonis belt in a way that drew the eye to his impressive package below. Not that it needed any road signs.

Raising up on my knees, I lined his pierced head up with my opening and sank down onto him. Slowly, carefully, feeling the exquisite scrape of his metal on my inner walls, I gasped when my butt touched down on his thighs.

“Satisfied, Princess?” Austin asked in a cocky voice, even though his lips were swollen and his eyes were hooded with desire.

“Not even close,” I bit back, grinding against him and feeling the tingle of our magic flood through me.

“Good,” he gasped, kicking his pants all the way off his legs, bucking his hips up, and sinking in just a fraction deeper until we were flush with one another, my pussy clenching and stretching to accommodate him. “Then hold the fuck on, baby girl. You’re in for a ride.”

Grabbing me by the waist, still sticky with my half-dried blood, he tossed me to the side, flipping our positions again and driving his cock into me with a force that made the breath puff from my lungs. A moan of encouragement slipped from me as I reached up and dragged his lips back to mine, desperate and hungry for more.

Our lips met with a frenzy while Austin began a punishing rhythm, hitting me so deep it bordered on painful. But wasn’t that the way we’d always been? Constantly trying to hurt one another just to protect ourselves from what could have evolved into feelings.

My nails raked bloody lines down his back while my hips bucked up to meet him stroke for stroke, making sure he knew he wasn’t in charge here.

“Quit fighting me, Princess,” Austin panted, placing a strong hand on my hip and pinning me to the mattress while he increased his pace, leaving me no choice but to do as he said and hold on.

Torn by indecision on whether I needed the upper hand again, I pulled his face back to mine and kissed him hard, sucking his lower lip into my mouth and biting hard enough to make it bleed a little.

“Bitch,” he breathed, breaking free and returning the favor with a hard bite to the curve of my neck—on the exact same spot Cole had left his teeth marks the first time we’d slept together—and I filed this information away for later. The mere fact that he’d remembered, and that he felt compelled to echo that mark, was worth consideration. Later.

The incredible juxtaposition between the almost euphoric pleasure of his cock inside me and the sharp pain of his bite caused me to cry out and tighten my nails into the back of his neck.

Withdrawing from me entirely, Austin picked me up by the waist and flipped me over so my face was pressed into the pillows. Without a second’s notice, he sunk his huge, pierced dick back inside me, lifting my hips up from the mattress and hitting me at an even deeper angle, which I hadn’t even realised was possible.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, readjusting my weight onto my knees but leaving my upper body flat on the bed because the angle of Austin’s cock stroking my g-spot was beyond amazing. “Harder, you asshole.”

Austin growled a frustrated noise but ignored my request while his long fingers gripped my hip bones for leverage while he stroked into me slowly. My ass pushed back against his stomach, urging him to fuck me harder, faster, deeper, something.

“Austin,” I panted. “Come on!”

“Baby girl, you’re going to want to shut the fuck up,” he warned me, his breathing coming in short gasps and his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises that I somehow knew my body wouldn’t be healing.

“Or what?” I challenged, ever the combative bitch, even from the seemingly submissive position I was being fucked in.

“Or this,” he replied, releasing his grip from one hand and bring his palm down hard on the flat of my ass. A startled cry squeaked out of me, followed closely by a moan of excitement when the sharp smack faded to burning warmth.

Austin groaned. “Fuck, you dirty bitch, you loved that. I felt how hard you just grabbed my cock when I slapped your ass.”

“Bite me, Austin,” I panted, desperate for him to spank me again. He didn’t disappoint, and after several more smacks I was a panting, sopping mess, begging for him to fuck me harder.

His hand smoothed over the flaming heat of my ass, slowing his thrusts as his thumb trailed down the length of my crack and circled my tight backdoor.

“Have you let Cole or River get this far?” he asked, his voice thick with lust and his breathing short.

“How far?” I replied, not totally sure of the question. In response, Austin slid a finger into my soaked core alongside his hard dick, wetting it, then pushed that finger into the entrance of my asshole.

“This far?” he asked, and I moaned, pushing back onto both his finger and his dick. “I take that and your lack of freak-out as a yes.” He pushed in deeper, stretching me and sending shock wave of ecstasy shooting around my body like a damn pinball machine.

“Any further than this?” he asked, and I gasped at just the idea of further.

“No,” I panted. “Not yet, anyway.”

He grunted what sounded like an approving noise. “Good.”

“Good?” I repeated, but didn’t get any more of a response from him as he withdrew his finger, re-gripping my hip and sliding his other hand around to tweak at my clit.

“Come for me, Princess,” he ordered, finally giving me what I so desperately wanted. His cock pounded into me with a violent passion while his skilled fingers danced and tweaked at my tight bundle of nerves, sending me into a screaming, crying orgasm.

Seconds later, he joined me, thrusting deep as he shouted his release then collapsed on top of me as my knees gave way, and I landed flat on my belly, boneless and satisfied.

For a long moment, neither one of us moved. We just lay there, our bodies still linked in the most intimate of ways, basking in the afterglow of seriously great sex and still feeling the magic tingling between our naked flesh.

“Fuck that’s a weird feeling,” Austin huffed, his breath stirring my hair, but he didn’t seem bothered to move off or out of me.

“What is?” I asked, turning my face to look at him from the corner of my eye. “The magic?”

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