Hunt wasn't sure, exactly, how they got home that evening. It was a week after the demon invasion, since Isaiah had become acting Governor and appointed Hunt as his Lieutenant, and he had spent long days at the Comitium trying to help clean up the mess Micah had left behind. Despite saving the entire city, Jesiba had demanded Bryce go back to work on her usual days, so they had barely seen each other all week. A couple of days he had even left before she woke, earning him grumpy text messages about having to cook her own breakfast. Today, though, was Bryce's off day, and since he had still needed to go to the Comitium she had insisted on accompanying him.
It should have been comical, watching Bryce in her high heels and tight dress strutting around giving orders to angels twice her size, but damn if he wasn't glad that his battle suit had a solid front at his crotch. Every time she looked down her nose at some posturing asshole his cock twitched, and after seeing footage of her taking down demons on the news all week only one had dared question her authority. That person found himself quickly pinned at her feet, one dangerous high heel pressing into his balls and Hunt's lightning-wreathed hand at his throat, and that had been the end of that. "Not," Bryce had reminded him, "that I needed you to take him down, but I would have hated to get my dress dirty." Hunt had merely grinned, sending a painful shock through the male before moving to stand behind Bryce like a bodyguard, but he had wanted to rip that dress off her body right then and there, onlookers be damned.
Isaiah, too, had been impressed, even if he bit back a laugh every time he saw her berating his men. Naomi had been openly grinning until Bryce snapped at her too, late in the afternoon, and Isaiah had wisely decided that Hunt and Bryce should go home for the day. Hunt had picked her up, still snarling, and launched into the sky, letting her vent to him as he flew across town to their apartment. She was still raging when they landed on the roof, and she didn't even wait for him as she stormed toward the stairs. Hunt gave himself a moment to enjoy the view of her curves wrapped in her tight black dress and the long ponytail snaking down her back before following, giving Syrinx a scratch on the head as he walked through their front door.
Bryce grabbed the leash and popped it onto the chimera, muttered a brusque "We'll be right back," and stomped down the hall to take him out without even bothering to change. Hunt smiled to himself as he headed for the bedroom, ready to shed the physical and mental trappings of the character he'd been playing all week. He started the shower as he pulled off his armor, and pretty soon he was rinsing his hair and wings and reaching for the bar of soap and washcloth. As he lathered himself up he thought again about the confrontation with that angel, the way Bryce had sneered at him as she threatened to nail his balls to the ground, and found himself growing hard. He'd had to stop himself from literally drooling, and that ass of hers had distracted him all day. He stroked himself a couple of times before grinning as a plan began to take shape in his mind, then quickly finished washing himself.
He had just turned off the shower and was drying his hair when he heard the front door open and close. He slung on a pair of sweatpants, not bothering with underwear or a shirt, and walked back out to the kitchen. Bryce had kicked off her heels and was taking a long drink from a glass of ice water, but turned toward him as she heard him approach.
She snorted as she saw him standing there shirtless, and smirked as she crossed her arms. "Oh great, here comes another Vanir alpha-hole looking for a fight." He threw her a feral grin as he stalked toward her, and was delighted to see a challenging gleam in her eyes as he stopped inches from her, forcing her to crane her neck to keep looking at him.
"Actually, sweetheart," he said, running his hands down her sides before curving them over the globes of her ass, "I wasn't looking for a fight, but I'm happy to give you one." Without warning, he grabbed her and threw her over one shoulder, his hand across the back of her thighs. She kicked and tried to grab at his wings, but he flared them back as he walked them into the bedroom.
"Put me down, asshole," she growled, beating on his shoulder with her fists.
Hunt chuckled. "If that's what you want, sweetheart." He set her down, but before she could move he had her flipped and pinned against the wall, his chest at her back and one hand restraining both of hers above her head. "Do you know what a fucking tease you are, Bryce?" he whispered into her ear, grinding his cock against her ass. "Do you know how hard I was all day, watching you walk around giving orders and flaunting this ass" - he grabbed it for emphasis - "in this dress?"
She struggled to free her hands, but he knew that if she really wanted him to stop she would have said so already. So he gripped her wrists tighter and pulled on her ponytail, making her arch her back into him. "Now you're going to see how it feels to be on the receiving end of all that teasing," he whispered, nipping at her earlobe.
Bryce whimpered, but then ground her ass back into him, trying to take back some semblance of control. "Oh no you don't," Hunt growled, landing a smack firmly in the middle of one cheek.
Bryce gasped, and he smacked the other cheek, hard enough that she stopped wriggling. "Are you going to be a good girl for me, Bryce?" Hunt purred.
She was panting now, and her scent told him that she was turned on by his rough treatment, but she ground out "Fuck you," in between breaths.
Hunt smothered a laugh as he adopted a condescending tone. "Now now, sweetheart, that's not very polite. And if you aren't polite, I'll stop. Is that what you want?" he asked, reaching around to palm one of her breasts. "Do you want me to stop?" He shifted his hips against her again in emphasis.
“No,” Bryce whined.
“So are you going to be good?”
“Yes, I’ll be good,” she hissed through gritted teeth.
Finally removing his hand from her wrists, he grabbed her ponytail again and pulled her head to the side, giving him access to nip and lick at her neck. Bryce slid her hands down but kept them against the wall as she rested her head back against his shoulder. "There, was that so hard?" he teased.
When she didn't reply, he bit down a little harder. "I said, was that so hard?"
"No." It sounded as though the word was being pulled from her mouth against her will.
"No, what?" Hunt pushed.
"No, you bastard," Bryce spat, and Hunt immediately stopped touching her and moved back a step.
"Now sweetheart, we talked about what would happen if you weren't polite," he reminded her, trying hard but failing to keep the wicked grin off his face. In one quick motion, he unzipped her dress and slid it down her curves, almost giving up the game entirely when he saw her bare ass, the smooth expanse of her skin only broken by the tiniest lace thong he'd ever seen. He knelt down to help her step out of the dress, and couldn't help a few kisses and bites to her derriere, his hands kneading the soft flesh, before he rose.
Standing once again, Hunt pulled Bryce around to face him, using her ponytail to tip her head back so he could capture her lips with his. He teased her with a quick flick of his tongue, but when she tried to deepen the kiss he pulled back. "I think you need something else to do with that mouth if you're just going to call me names," he drawled. "Why don't you show me if it's good for anything except sass."
With one hand still grasping her hair, he slid his sweatpants down to his ankles and kicked them aside. He saw Bryce's eyes darken as she took in the full length of his erection, and she only hesitated a moment before sinking to her knees in front of him. Starting slowly, she traced her tongue around the circumference of his head, wetting it before taking it in her mouth. One of her hands came up to grip the base, and her other she placed on his hip. She focused on just the head for a few minutes, occasionally popping him out of her mouth to run her tongue down his full length before swirling it around the sensitive tip. When his hand tightened in her hair, she took that as a cue to take him deeper, and began bobbing up and down as she pressed forward a little more each time. She moved her hand in time with her mouth, and soon Hunt was unable to hold back the bucking of his hips as he neared climax. "I want you to swallow, sweetheart," he grunted, and Bryce dug her fingers harder into his hip as he thrust once, twice, and then came.
As instructed, Bryce swallowed, making sure he was completely finished before pulling back and releasing him from her mouth. Hunt, his breathing still ragged, grabbed her hand from his hip and pulled her to her feet. "Fuck, Bryce," he breathed, and she gave him a satisfied smirk as he kissed her hungrily.
"How was that for being good?" she murmured against his lips between wet, open-mouthed kisses.
"That was pretty good," he admitted, as though his heart wasn't still racing. "I think you've earned a reward." Noticing that she was still in her bra and thong, he added, "But you'll have to get fully undressed first."
Without breaking eye contact, Bryce slipped one bra strap off her shoulder, then the other, before pushing her chest out toward him as she reached behind her back to undo the clasp. Sliding the garment all the way down her arms, she dropped it to the side with a hand. His cock twitched at the sight of her bare breasts, going slightly hard again already. He resisted the urge to reach out for them as she turned and faced away from him, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her thong. She bent at the waist slightly to give him a better view as she slid it over her ass and down her legs, stepping out of it as she turned back to face him. "Better?" she asked, brows raised.
Hunt made a noise deep in his throat in confirmation, and she gave him a triumphant grin. "Go lie on the bed," he growled, and turned to walk over to her nightstand. "Let's see what toys you have in this drawer of yours, Bryce." He pulled it open, noting objects of various shapes and sizes, and settled on a small cylindrical one with a button on the end. Satisfied, he turned and crawled over to Bryce, who was lying on her back in the middle of the bed. With one hand, he again captured her wrists over her head, and with the other he teased her slit with the toy. "Keep your hands there, Bryce," he warned. "I’ll stop if you move."
Hunt pushed the toy fully into her, making her arch and moan beneath him. He dropped his hand from her wrists down to pinch and roll at a nipple, taking the other one into his mouth. Slowly, he moved the toy in and out, at a pace he knew would have her begging for more. He took his time teasing her nipples before he kissed his way down her stomach and lower, stopping right before he reached the apex of her thighs. He looked up to see her head thrown back, eyes closed and fists clenched, although they were still above her head as he had instructed.
"Tell me what you want now, Bryce," he ordered, pushing the button to turn on the vibrator but not changing the pace he was using to move it in and out of her. She let out a long moan, writhing under his hands.
"Lick me, please," she groaned, eyes still screwed shut.
"Well, there are those nice manners," he smirked. "Where do you want me to lick you, Bryce? Here?" He dipped his tongue into her navel. "Here?" He ran his tongue lightly down her inner thigh. "Or maybe here?" He lightly flicked out his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves in front of him, and Bryce bucked.
"There, please, Hunt, please -" She cut off with another loud moan as he latched on, tongue flicking rapidly back and forth as he grazed his teeth over her sensitive skin. It only took a minute before her thighs clenched around his head and she shuddered, mouth open in a silent scream. He gentled his tongue and kissed her through her orgasm, finally pulling out the toy and turning it off. He set it back on the bedside table as he climbed up the bed to lie next to her.
"Can I touch you now?" Bryce asked as he draped a hand across her stomach.
"Yes, sweetheart," he said with a small smile.
Immediately her hands came to either side of her face, pulling him into a crushing kiss. Hunt grunted as he settled his length against her hip, ready again but not wanting to push her if she was done. He drew small circles on her side with a finger as their tongues clashed, before tightening his grip and pulling back.
"Are you doing okay, Bryce?" he asked as he scanned her face.
She let out a breathy laugh. "Okay is a bit of an understatement." He smirked as she rolled into her side to face him. "There is something wrong though," she said, her face turning serious.
"What is it? What's the matter?" he asked, brow furrowing.
It was her turn to give him a wicked grin as she pulled his face back to hers. "I still remember my name."
Hunt growled into her mouth, kissing her fiercely for a moment before grabbing her roughly by the hips and pulling her onto her hands and knees. He positioned himself behind her, leaning forward to murmur in her ear. "Allow me to fix that for you, sweetheart."
He wrapped her ponytail around his fist and lined himself up with her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. Even with her head pulled back by his hand, she shot him a look over her shoulder as she tried to grind back onto him. "Fuck me, Athalar," she demanded, and he couldn't help a bark of laughter at her tone.
His laughter turned into a hiss as he pushed into her in one smooth stroke. He grabbed her hips, mesmerized by the sight of her ass framed by his hands as he thrust hard into her. She was so wet that he barely met any resistance, and he soon felt his second release of the day close at hand. He reached forward and grabbed her breasts, using them to pull her back flush against his chest. He pinched both nipples viciously before dropping one hand between her legs. "Come with me, Bryce," he groaned into her ear, and he heard her breath hitch. A moment later, he felt her convulse, her head flying back onto his shoulder, and he sank his teeth into her neck as he came, his vision going momentarily black. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other across her chest as he held her to him, both of them sweating, panting, and utterly spent.
Hunt soothed the area he had bitten with feather-light kisses before gently lifting Bryce off his lap and helping her curl up on the bed. He settled in behind her, molding his body around her curves and pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck. She sighed contentedly and twined her fingers with his, pulling their joined hands to her chest, and Hunt breathed in her scent, the scent of home, as he drifted off to sleep.