Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

unreasonably.”
    “Unreasonably?” Saber echoed it, her voice swinging out of control. “You think I’m unreasonable because I don’t like it that my past is known by all your little friends?That your friends think I’m a freak and a monster? God! What the hell do you want from me?” Tears sparkled on her lashes. “You want unreasonable? I’m out of here, Jesse!”
    Saber whirled around and ran through the house, heedless of the dark, of the furniture. Ignoring Jess’s hoarse yell, she swung the kitchen door open and rushed outside onto the grounds. She had no idea what she was doing but she had to get out of the house.Her lungs burned for air and she felt like the walls were closing in on her. Outside, the grass was squishy and wet beneath her bare feet. She ran into the middle of the backyard and paused to look wildly around her, not really comprehending what she was doing, where she thought she was going. The world around her was crashing down and everything she dreamt of was lost.
    The night was as turbulent as she felt. Trees swayed in the wind. She turned up her face to the dark ominous clouds, allowing the rain to mingle with the tears on her face. The shirt molded itself to her soft curves and became nearly transparent.
    Jess followed her into the tumultuous night, something wild and savage rising up in him to match the elements. “Saber!” His voice carried across the distance separating them, harsh, hoarse, commanding.
    She spun around to face him, frightened, untamed, beautiful in the unrelenting storm. “I can’t stand it, Jesse.” It was a cry torn from her heart, her soul. She was so lost and there was no way out, no way back.
    Above her, the sky ripped open, a jagged white streak cracking across the dark rolling clouds, for a moment throwing the grounds into sharp relief. Jess caught a glimpse of her, the shirt nearly nonexistent, plastered to her body and emphasizing her breasts, the darkened, erect nipples, the narrow rib cage and flat line of her stomach and the dark V at the junction of her legs. She looked like a pagan sacrifice, her slender arms outstretched to him, her pale face strained and vulnerable.
    His body hardened. Not a subtle, enjoyable change but a savage, painful jolt, the need so intense, so ferocious, it was like nothing he’d ever experienced. “Come here.” His voice was rough with lust.
    Saber looked across the yard at him, at the raw hunger etched deep into the lines of his face. Desire glittered in his eyes, dark and rough. His body was starkly aroused, the bulge thick and impressive, tenting his robe. The breath stilled in her chest and every stomach muscle tightened and bunched. Spasms went off in her womb, little bursts like sparkling rockets. He was a dark obsession that drew her beyond control.

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    She came to him, he to her, meeting on the edge of the lawn. He caught the back of her legs in his hands, slid his palms up her unexpectedly hot skin to her firm buttocks. His grip was strong, possessive, as he kneaded flesh.
    Saber moaned as his exploring hands urged her closer. Not bothering to remove the thin, transparent material covering her flesh, Jess bent his dark head to her nipple. His mouth was hot on her aching breast, the shirt abrasive.It was wildly erotic, sending waves of such urgency through her body she could barely stand. Cradling his head to her breast, she lifted her face to the wild sky, allowing the rain to wash away the tears.
    His hand skimmed up her inner thigh, moved higher to caress hot, moist velvet. Saber moaned again, needing, wanting, a sudden frenzy of hunger she couldn’t control. Jess lifted his head, dark eyes burning black. He caught the front of her shirt and as another bolt of lightning ripped across the sky, he jerked brutally, parting the material so that the light exposed her creamy rain-wet skin. The shirt fell unnoticed, a rag in a pool of water at her feet.
    Jess caught the nape of her neck, dragged her to him, fusing their mouths together, dominating, barbaric, taking, demanding her compliance, her submission. His body was burning, a painful unrelenting arousal.
    Saber’s soft little throaty cries, her wandering hands, and the sweet taste of her did nothing to appease the pain—it only fueled the fire already burning out of control in him.
    She tore her mouth from his, her hands pushing aside his robe, exposing the magnificence of his