Chapter 8 Poison

• He kissed her hard and deep.
• She shoved him back and slapped him hard.
• Making him toss his head back. Roaring with laughter like some dark demon.
• When his head fell forward. His eyes shined in slivers of moonlight. “Strike me viper. But it’s only yourself, you’re poisoning.”
• She twisted against his grip.
• But he backed her up through the mud. Walking through rain which now dumped wildly in the Courtyard. Making it hard to see beyond a few feet in the darkness of the night.
• In the dark of my Fortress. Savage was grateful for it now as his gaze was locked on his pretty prey.
• “Where do you think you’re going, Murah.”
• “Let me go!”
• “You had the chance years ago.” He whispered to her. “It’s too late for all that bluster now.”
• Finally, he saw the silhouette of a tree in the dark and guided her back against it.
• She grunted as she made contact. Giving him a venomous look.
• “Don’t touch me, Jax.”
• “Ah, now I’m Jax again, am I?” He crooned. Still holding her upper arms as his blue eyes roved her face. Seeming as dark as the silvery rain sleeking in sheets around them.
• Murah should’ve been cold but all she could feel was the firey heat of his body. Rolling around her with such warmth, it was clear he was immortal.
• His mouth dropped on hers again. Consuming her hungrily.
• “Why don’t you want me to touch you, Murah?” He asked breathlessly as he turned his mouth to take her in at another angle.
• “You know why!”
• “Ah, yes…Because it makes you…” He tossed up her skirts and gripped the outside of her thigh enough his fingers bit into the skin but didn’t hurt. “Weak…”
• He swung her leg up around her hip and then did the same with the other to lift her up against the tree. Pinning her against it as he began to roll his hips against her softness. His leather breeches fitted against his groin enough she could feel his hard length.
• Her legs instinctively wrapping him.
• His hands moved to her narrow waist and held her there. “What do you want, Murah? Do you want the Savage man you claim to hate so much, or do you want on your feet to storm back in there with some of your righteous dignity intact?”
• “I-I…”
• His lips fell on her neck. Kissing around it in a necklace of butterfly touches that made her head fall back and left her panting for air.
• “I could take you here against this tree.” He murmured.
• “No…”
• “That’s the word coming out of your mouth but you’re clinging to my shoulders like a starved woman and you’re moaning into this rainstorm. Soon you’ll be writhing against me wanting more, you know you will.”
• Dimurah panted, lifting a hand from his shoulder to push her hair back while he held her there. Waiting patiently. The unflinching question on his face, but other than that, he was characteristically unreadable. “You’re trying to confuse me.”
• “Why would I not?”
• “Jax!”
• “Murah…” He countered. “What…Do…you want?”
• “You!” She swore. Cursing herself for saying the words aloud.
• In moments he had her skirts rolled up to her waist and the neckline of her dress tugged down enough to bare her breasts the dark pink crests jutting as if begging for his attention.
• He’d unlaced his breeches and had himself posed at her entrance. “You, remember what you said.”
• Then he slid in.
• She gasped and curled her hips against him to take him in more fully.
• “And there it is…” He murmured triumphantly. Putting one palm near her head against the tree as he used it for leverage. The other hand balancing her ass as he entered her and withdrew. Feeling the depth of her and hearing her shallow pants as she took him in.
• Her legs wrapped around him in and yanked him in harder.
• “You want it rough?”
• She bit her lip and nodded. The rain making her red hair toss as it flattened down her back and over her shoulders. Leaving cold rivulets trailing between them and down under his pants to run along his thighs but he was heedless.
• Focused on her. Blue eyes watching her every pant, the widening of her blue eyes the flutter of her dark lashes as he sunk into her heat and then stroked her rhythmically until she moaned loud enough, he wondered if the tavern had heard it, in truth.
• "Good, Woman." He purred appreciatively.
• She came then. Wildly. Clinging to him. Clawing through his tunic and her fingernails raking into the flesh just above the bone on each side of him. Her legs locking him to her as she clutched him tight. Inside of her wrapped him, pulsing like a hand working his cock. Massaging him tight then relaxing then flexing again until his entire body flexed very near to attaining his own pleasure.
• Once the vibrations of her climax ceased, she swung her legs down and forced him to plant fully in her as she dangled against the tree. Tossing her head side to side. "You made your point, Savage. Put me down."
• "Did I?" He grated. Breathing through his teeth as he fought for control. His fingers digging into the wet bark of the tree as he was tempted to readjust her right there on the tree and finish himself inside her with the same venom, she was expending on him.
• Her and all her rage, be damned! But he steadied himself and realized it wouldn't serve him as well as playing this little game a bit longer.
• He let her go. Watching her storming off with as much dignity as she could muster in the slick mud. Sliding every which way only made him laugh harder.
• "Everything I do!" He shouted.
• Is for you, Barter Queen.