Trapping Quincy 2: Rise of the Hunters

The pillow under my head feels like heaven as I slowly wake from a deep slumber. A touch, tender like a brush of a feather, makes me sigh with contentment.

Stretching my arms above my head, I peek open one eye, seeing a wave of golden locks moving from my shoulder down my arm. My mind is still hazed by sleep when Caspian kisses his way down my bare chest.

His mouth plays with my nipple, bringing a surge of pleasure through my veins. His hand sneaks under the cover, massaging my inner thigh gently.

Lazily, I tangle my fingers into Caspian’s hair. Its softness tingles my fingertips as he continues moving down my abdomen to the aching place between my legs.

“Good morning to you too, Your Highness,” I say groggily, flashing him a grin when he looks up at me. His green eyes shine brightly like little gems when the sun touches them. The love and happiness swirling in them fill my chest with joy and passion.

“Moya printsessa,” he murmurs against my hot skin. “I’ll make you scream like a siren.”

His pupils gleam with mischief as he shoots me a toothy grin and nestles between my thighs. I want to say something clever or funny, but my brain stops working the moment his tongue brushes through my wet folds.

Caspian attacks my clit, sucking and licking the area as if it is his favorite ice cream. He tends the place thoroughly, drawing loud moans from me. My body is drowning in pleasure, and I submerge in bliss when he inserts his fingers into my wet opening.

“You taste delicious, my love.” His breath fans my pussy before he lifts himself, watching me squirm and moan as his fingers move deftly inside me.

His hand moves quickly, bringing waves of pleasure over me. His skilled mouth again joins the action, leaving me breathless once again.

I’m lost between the clouds while he worships me. His touches are filled with devotion, carrying me to the sweet release. My heart gallops in my chest like a racing horse, and my breathing turns shallow when I reach my peak. Caspian’s name dances on my lips, followed by my cries of pleasure as I fall over the edge of my pleasure.

Caspian’s arm wraps around me possessively as he positions himself on his side. He grins happily, watching my face. The satisfaction I feel is reflected in his eyes.

“That wasn’t bad for an ancient lycan,” I tease, flashing him my best smile. He arches a brow, golden hair falling into his sparkling eyes.

“I’ll show you other things that an ancient lycan can do,” he growls, but before he can do anything, I pull myself up and tackle him on his back. In one swift movement, I’m straddling him.

“Or, I’ll show you what the young generation of lycans prefer these days.” I wink at him playfully, pressing my palms against his muscular, naked chest.

“Young generation, huh?”

He makes a move to grab my hips and position himself on top, but I block his movements. It’s my turn to play now.

I grab his wrists before his hands can reach me and pin them above his head. He’s so surprised he doesn’t fight me, but quickly regains his composure.

“Interesting plot twist, printsessa,” he growls, his predatory look making my insides quiver with excitement.

“How does it feel when the tables turn, Your Highness?” I wiggle my eyebrows playfully. Truth be told, I love the sudden feeling of control over him.

“Perfect,” he whispers, the challenge in his eyes evident. He likes this play as much as I do.

“What should I do with you?” I sigh theatrically, pretending to think.

“Love me, feed me, never leave me, my queen,” he sings, grinning, and a laugh escapes my mouth.

“As you wish.”

I crush my lips on his, claiming him with a primal possessiveness. My breasts brush against his chest. Bolts of pleasure from my hardened, sensitive nipples aim straight for my core.

I only break the kiss when I’m completely out of breath. I gasp for air as my hands move along Caspian’s arms and I begin to kiss his neck. I’m not holding him anymore, but he seems to enjoy the attention he’s getting and does nothing to interrupt me.

Licking the delicious skin around his collarbone, I move down. I can already tell his cock is ready as I feel his hardness pressing against my thigh. Just the thought of it sends a wave of heat through my body.

I planned to take things slowly and tease his pleasure out of him, but I’m too impatient for that now. I need him inside of me more than anything else in the world.

Leisurely, I position his cock at my entrance, connecting my gaze with Caspian’s. He’s watching me like a predator, a glint of wild possessiveness evident in his beautiful green eyes.

I release a loud moan when his rock-hard length pierces into me. The feeling makes me tremble as he fills me entirely.

My vision is clouded with pleasure and Caspian’s hands roughly grab my hips. I can’t help but love the way he grabs me, still possessive even though there is no other man in the world I would allow to touch me.

He guides me up and down, slowly at first before we both create a faster rhythm.

“Oh, Caspian,” I moan his name out, begging him to give me more. I want it all.

I grind my hips against him, circling in a tortuous motion that makes both our breaths catch. I look down to see his face contorted in beautiful ecstasy. His moans set me on fire as he lets go and allows me to take full control.

My hands go to his chiseled chest, digging into his soft skin as I find my own pleasure once more. I can feel his body tensing as he is about to reach his climax. I smile to myself, happy to know that only I can make him feel this good.

As if reading my mind, he grabs my hips once again and pushes himself further into me.

Our joined moans resonate through the room as we both reach the pinnacle of euphoria, and it doesn’t take long until I collapse on top of my man, pleasurably exhausted.

I snuggle into Caspian’s side, throwing my leg over him and resting my head on his chest. My mind is empty, unable to focus on anything other than the steady movement of his breathing.

Enjoying our closeness, I trace tiny circles with my index finger around his nipple mindlessly, feeling his hand moving slowly up and down my hip gently.

Raising my head, I find Caspian’s eyes, and throw him my million-dollar smile. He leans down and kisses my forehead, then my nose, ending on my lips. The love I feel for this man is indescribable.

“What are we going to do today?” I ask when I finally disconnect our mouths.

Caspian grunts his disapproval of my actions, but we both know if it were up to him, we’d never leave the bed. Not that I would complain.

“I already told you,” he replies, his hand sneaking down my back to my ass. “Today’s mission was to make you scream. Now that I’ve accomplished that, all we have to do is lay in bed and prepare for another round.”

“Another round?” I flash him a pointed look and he nods his head resolutely.

“Of course! Once is never enough, frankly, that was just the foreplay.”

I squeal when he abruptly pins me down under him. His massive body pressing me into the mattress and making it impossible for me to escape.

“Caspian, no!” I half scream, half laugh, unable to move. My hands press against his shoulders, but it’s like trying to push a brick wall. He probably doesn’t even notice my efforts despite my own lycan strength.

“Caspian, stop!” I whine when he licks my earlobe. He finds the perfect spot that turns me into a puddle. I moan out again as his tongue flicks across my neck.

Maybe another round isn’t such a bad idea after all?

So, I decide on a different approach. I lay motionless, ignoring him until he realizes that I haven’t struggled against his advances for a minute. His brows slightly furrow, and the amusement reflecting on his face is replaced by a fake sadness.

“You’re no fun, Quincy Romanov,” he sighs theatrically, rolling on his side of the bed.

“Excuse me?” I lift a brow, sitting up. “I’m the most fun person you know. I’m the most fun person you’ve ever met!”

I stretch my arms and look out the window. I can see the sun shining and white fluffy clouds drifting through the sky.

“I want to go out and enjoy the day. Shopping or sightseeing would be nice!”

“Boring,” Caspian yawns, folding his massive arms behind his head. He watches me hungrily as I get up and pick a dress from the closet.

“Is this boring, too?” I ask innocently, taking out the most revealing dress I own. His eyes widen when I press it against my body. The fabric barely covers my panties.

“Do you wish me to claw people’s eyes out today, moya printsessa?” he growls, abruptly standing up. Before I can react, he’s in front of me, glaring at the dress as if he wants to set it on fire. “Because that’s exactly what I’ll do if someone sees you wearing this!”

I roll my eyes, hiding the dress away so he doesn’t destroy it, and go for a top and shorts. Caspian eyes me for a moment, but when he doesn’t see any danger to my innocence via potential garment, he starts putting clothes on himself, too.

I secretly observe him as he pulls the white t-shirt over his head. His muscles flex, and the fabric hugs his pecs like a second skin. My golden god is in outstanding shape, and I can’t tear my eyes off him.

The rumbling of my stomach snaps me back to reality. It sounds out loudly as if expressing deep disapproval for my slow movements. I can’t wait to have breakfast with our pack. The morning exercise with Caspian cost me more energy than warrior training.

I can’t help but smile to myself thinking about our vigorous lovemaking. We only seem to keep getting better and better at it.

Looking in the mirror, I decide to quickly comb my hair before heading out to greet everyone. Penny would definitely make fun of my bed head if she got a chance to see the state of it right now.

Just as I pull the brush through a small tangle, the floor beneath my feet shifts, and I almost fall to the ground. Hastily, I grab the closet door for support, feeling my heart jumping into my throat.

I look over to Caspian, who is already rushing to me. His instincts to protect me immediately go into hyperdrive. He grabs me by the waist and lifts me effortlessly as he strides quickly to the French doors and throws open the curtains.