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Captivated, she watched as he stroked his fingers through the bit of beard on his chin, her gaze focusing on his long, elegant fingers tipped with seemingly dainty black claws. His horns took on a subtle shine as they caught the sunlight with the curious tip of his head. That same sunlight brought out the reddish hue within his brown curls that fell over his brow and teased his pointed ears.
“Is there some activity in particular you had in mind, Tiffany,” he purred.
He drew her name out in such a way that it seemed as if he savored it as the sounds fell elegantly from his lips. She didn’t think a single person had ever made her name sound so beautiful or erotic before and she was all there for that.
“Tell me,” he insisted, his purr sinking suddenly into a deep rumble that made her belly clench.
Her extreme attraction to him felt practically insane with how strongly it gripped it without any control or consent on her part. She was so lost in him and the puzzle of powerful pull toward him that she jumped when he gave the dough a final hard slap before scooping it up and setting it in the pan. There was a touch of wickedness to the grin he gave her then as if he enjoyed the effect that he had on her.
She blew out a long breath and mentally rolled her eyes. Of course, he did. He wasn’t human but he seemed to enjoy a small game of power in his interactions with her. And she’d noted early on that he enjoyed that game very much. What did surprise her, however, was how much she enjoyed it in turn. That she wouldn’t have suspected. She’d spent so much time fantasizing about having a sexy, devoted and protective monster that would make her feel safe and secure in every way, that she hadn’t even imagined a male possessing less desirable traits or that she would get so much enjoyment out of it.
“I was thinking a good game of cards, perhaps,” she suggested as she watched him carry the loaf toward the wood stove.
He paused, crouched over the oven, and briefly peered at her over his shoulder as if trying to make sense of what she wanted. Suddenly, he shook his head with a chuckle.
“Ah, Tiffany. You are such a delight,” he rasped. “If you wish to fleece me… you will have to find a way to hold me down.”
She stared at him puzzled and he gave her a wink. Despite her confusion, her lips twitched at the absurdity of their situation. Somehow, he had turned the suggestion of a card game into something naughty, but she had zero context for what he was even talking about.
Her lips still twitching, she leaned forward and raised her eyebrows. “What?”
Barbasa’s reaction made her stifle a giggle as he cocked his head and his brow puckered in echo of her confusion. “What?”
Shaking her head as a tiny snort of laughter escaped her, Tiffany walked over to the old drawer barely hanging together by a few nails and worn glue and pulled out the pack of playing cards. Holding them aloft, she returned to his side and wiggled the small box.
“Playing cards,” she giggled as she pulled the cards from the box and set the stack on the table between them. She flicked one card over—Ace of spades—and then another—Queen of Hearts—and gestured to them. “It’s a game, well several games actually depending on what you want to play,” she clarified with a grin. “Now what wereyoutalking about?”
He laughed then; a rich booming sound that made her smile widen. His horns swung as he shook his head with amusement. “I thought you were speaking of carding wool, which did seem like a strange activity, so I thought you were meaning alluding to the shearing time and binding a male down in place,” he explained, conjuring a clear picture in her mind of the satyr bound and at her mercy. “Which certainly seemed like an interesting game to me,” he added in a provocative murmur.
A hot, wet gush filled her panties with the clenching and quiver of belly. Heat raced over her skin and deep within her in dual currents, beading her nipples and bringing a throb to her clit. How did he have that effect on her? She bit her lip and blew out a slow, controlled breath in an attempt to keep herself under control and smiled gamely as she began to shuffle the cards.
“As interesting as that sounds… perhaps Go Fish would be a better place to start.”
His lips tipped with amusement, no doubt onto her attempt at redirection but he went along with it as cheerful as ever.
“Idolike fishing. Anything that involves a pole and a deep pool is worthy ofhoursof attention.”
Her hold on the cards slipped, releasing cards wildly over the table in front of her as her own needy “pool” pulsed and clenched with its lack of rod. Desire wasn’t new to her, and she’d masturbated plenty over the years, but she was suddenly beginning to doubt that she would be able to ease this particular ache he was creating.
Clearing her throat, and with his soft chuckle in her ear, Tiffany gathered the cards up again, gave them another couple of shuffles and proceeded to deal them out. In an annoyingly breathy voice, she hastily explained the rules so that he wouldn’t have an in for any further innuendos. To her relief, though his smile grew wider, he didn’t continue with that direction of though. He did, however, throw her numerous lascivious looks and purred what he sought in ways that made her cheeks heat and her shoulders shake with laughter. It shouldn’t have been so arousing. There was nothing arousing about it other than the strange emphasis that he put on thick clubs and piercing swords—and in fact should have been more hilarious than anything—but said in that thick, rumbling purr she was unable to restrain her imagination.
Sucking in her lips, she regarded him as steadily as she could manage while pretending that she was barely keeping herself in place on her chair and not wiggling her bottom to provide some tiny bit of relief to her swollen bud. With great effort of concentration, she focused down on her h and.
“Do you have any two of clubs?”
“Two clubs,” he murmured with a sly look in echo of her request. “Two clubs can be quite fine. I can rightly give you two clubs with a bit of innovation.”
That was it. With a muffled groan, she flung her hand down and hurried out the front door to seek some privacy. Barbasa stood from his chair as she passed but she waved him back.
“It’s okay, I just need a moment alone. I will be back in a minute.”
He didn’t ask what she intended, and she thanked the gods for that. She would have died of embarrassment to admit that she was so turned on that she was going to go out there to desperately rub one out. She knew that he would be happy to take of her desire, but she wasn’t entirely sure still if he was the one. The impermanence of their situation aside when she wished for a male who wouldn’t leave her aside, she felt as if this was all a game to him. And while a part of her appreciated his jovial flirtation, she didn’t want to be a game or conquest.
Hurrying around a small cluster of trees so that she wouldn’t be seen from the cabin, Tiffany yanked down her pants and sank two fingers into her soaked, slippery passage with a grunted, bit-back moan. She stroked into her pussy and along her clit until her breath came out in needy pants and her thighs shivered with her impending orgasm. Biting hard on her lip to keep her cries of pleasure contained, she pinched her nub between her knuckles, sending herself hurtling off the edge as her orgasm swept over her and sagged against the tree supporting her.
She had a feeling she would be spending time daily at that damned tree.
Fuck. This male is going to kill me yet.
