Moral Compass

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Under the tracker's heavy, sultry gaze, Fallon's nipples were still hardening. Pulled onto his lap, she rested with her legs either side of his crotch, her wetness planted directly above his bulge.

She'd given up trying to hold back. The tracker always took what he wanted. It was time for her to start doing the same.

"Fuck, Fallon..." His voice was lower than usual. Guttural. Gravelly.

"I need you, Seth."

The pressure at her core was undeniable.

His teeth grazed her neck, scraping sharply over her skin. "You're a ball ache, you know that?"

Beneath her, his cock was fully erect. She ground herself against it.

"I can sort that out for you."

"Fuck, you're—"

She took his hand, teasing it beneath her skirt.

Seth was utterly done for. Through her lacy panties, he felt the heat of her sex. He massaged a finger over the material at her opening.

So fucking wet for me.

And he was supposed to say no to this.

I'm meant to shut it down.

Yet his fingers were already pulling the lace to the side and finding her core.

I'm a weak man.

"Beg for it."

He needed to hear it. Hear her pleading for his touch. See her needy and desperate for him.

But this was Fallon. This Amazon had to make everything difficult.

When she grazed her teeth along his earlobe, Seth was sure his bollocks would explode.

"Why should I beg—when you've got so much to prove?"

His spare hand fisted her ass. So much of it to grab. How long had he spent staring at this ass? Hours in the jungle. So many more since. And now he could finally touch it. Could finally claim it.

Her ass was his. He needed it in the air as he fucked her from behind.

But not now.

No sex. Not now.

Her eyes were blazing as she peered down at him lustily.

"Pray tell," He murmured. "What have I got to prove?"

She ground her hips against him once more, stirring his cock to life. He teased his hand up higher over her aching sex, until his finger circled the outside of her clitoris. A hint. A reminder he could give her everything she wanted whenever he chose to.

"That you know how to pleasure a woman."

Still thinking about the fucking demoness.

"You're evil, Fal."

This woman drove him wild. The need to throw her down on the bed and show her exactly what he could do was primitive. And I can't fucking do it. Not until she got his real intentions through that thick skull of hers.

"Prove me wrong, tracker," She teased. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't know what you're doing."

He trailed his finger across her clit. Just enough for her to feel it. Just enough for her breath to catch in her throat. And then he smirked.

"Beg for it." He held her still when she tried to rock herself against him. Anything to alleviate some of that pressure. He felt her wetness against his leg. All that heat drove him crazy. He teased his hand over her clit again. Barely a touch, but just enough to show he was serious. "You want me to play with this pretty pussy, Fal?" She moaned, the sound a breathy, sexy whisper. "Then you'll have to butter me up. Ask me nicely and I might just play with your clit."