Page 20 of Taking Jenny (Planet Orhon #4)

And then, I felt it. Undeniable proof of his interest.

All too aware of that hard column of flesh nudging my backside, I swallowed hard, unsure of how to react.

Not with his girlfriend watching us. I just maintained the same rhythmic, seductive pace with him, hoping his hard-on would diminish by the time the song ended.

Discord Scrylock was not someone to be trifled with, and I had not come this far only to get murdered for something that was not my fault.

Still, I couldn’t deny that I liked feeling his cock hard against me. Like he couldn’t help himself. Not that I wanted to steal her man, but it was always nice to be desired. So long as it didn’t get me killed.

The song ended and abruptly, Discord said, “ Finally . You can move well, when you’re taught the way you need to learn, Jenny. Mal, perhaps you should take over her sparring, as well. You seem to connect with her better than I do.”

“Perhaps,” he said, dipping his head so I could feel his warm breath against my bare neck.

When Discord turned around, he gently bit the curve of my shoulder, making my entire body jolt with sensation. I gasped and turned around, shocked he’d be so bold. Especially here. Especially now.

A sinful glint shone in his eyes. “Would you like to spar with me, Jenny?” His voiced dropped into something low and full of suggestion.

“I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea.” I jerked my head toward Discord, a subtle reminder that his significant other was still in the room. Not that he seemed even remotely concerned.

His gaze dipped down to my breasts, my tight nipples clearly visible through my leotard. “It’s certainly up to you, but I’d be happy to get you on the mat some time.”

“I’m sure you would,” Tiger said from the doorway, his tone sharp.

I lit up at the sight of Tiger and practically ran to his side, grateful for the interruption. “Hey, sleepyhead. Are you feeling okay?”

“I was .” His glare was unmistakably aimed at Mal.

Desperate to cut the tension, and to silence the reaction still humming through me from Mal’s bite, I squeezed Tiger’s hand and said over my shoulder, “Thanks for the lessons, you two.” Then I led Tiger toward my room. “You have excellent timing.”

“Are you sure about that?” His words were clipped and bristling with jealousy. “It looked like I was too late. Mal had his hands all over you.”

“We were dancing. It’s part of the Illiapol ball preparations before the—”

“He bit your neck,” he said in a possessive growl.

“I think he was just caught up in the dance.” I tried to make light of what Tiger had seen because the last thing I wanted was for him to be jealous. “It didn’t mean anything.”

Tiger stopped walking and yanked me into the nearest open door, which was an empty office. Before I could process the movement, he spun me, bracing my hands flat against the desk. He shoved my ponytail aside and sank his teeth into the side of my neck. I groaned, dizzy from the territorial gesture.

He quietly snarled in my ear, “Did that mean anything?”

I swallowed hard as his stiff cock now prodded against my backside. “Do you want it to mean something?”

“I want you ,” he grumbled against my skin as his fingers slid from my waist down to my clit over the leotard.

The material added extra friction and his touch felt electric.

Then he yanked the crotch to the side. I was already wet, so the air chilled me before he cupped his hand there. “Do you want me ?” he demanded.

“Yes,” I said, trembling with anticipation.

His palm rubbed harder, fingers relentless as they circled and pressed and teased.

His other hand found my breast, tugging my nipple through the fabric, sending heat shooting straight to my core.

His foot nudged my feet apart, and I instinctively obeyed, hips rocking against his touch.

I was already there, strung tight and hungry for more.

With a feral growl, he bit down again, this time harder, and I cried out as he ripped the crotch of the leotard clean open. The material tore like paper in his strong hands. Then, without hesitation, he bent me over the cold marble desk and slammed his huge cock into me in one powerful thrust.

I screamed, my fingers scrambling for the edge of the desk. The sudden burn and stretch were brutal at first as I tried to accommodate the length and girth of his cock, but then…sweet, overwhelming bliss.

Every sensation I’d endured since arriving on Orhon—the fear, the fury, the desire—fused into something reckless and consuming.

His hands gripped my shoulders, pinning me down as his hips pistoned against mine.

Our sounds mingled, breathy and grunting, like two creatures locked in a fight for dominance and surrender.

He released my shoulders only to fist my ponytail and yanked my head back until my spine arched into a perfect curve. I moaned, helpless beneath him, absolutely his , and I loved every minute of him driving ruthlessly into me.

In the few short days we had been together, he had learned fast and knew I liked it rough. He was done asking permissions I had granted him the first day we’d fucked. Now, he took charge.

As I was swept away by my orgasm, he jerked my ponytail, forcing my head to the side and pinning my cheek to the desk so I couldn’t move while he made me come on his cock.

My view was of the open door, which framed Mal perfectly.

I gasped to warn Tiger, but it was too late. I was already coming, clenching hard around Tiger’s shaft, my cries spilling into the air no matter who was watching. My fingers clawed the edge of the desk, my face burning with humiliation, and something darker and more depraved.

Because I liked it.

Maybe it was the danger. Maybe it was the raw, possessive way Tiger claimed me.

Maybe it was the fact that Mal blatantly watched everything , his eyes dark and hot, and didn’t look away as Tiger drove me right over that precipice a second time and my orgasm collided with every spent muscle in my body.

Tiger roared as he followed me over the edge, his entire body jerking against mine with the force of his release.

He collapsed against my back, panting, his mouth against my shoulder as he kissed and bit and licked my skin like he still couldn’t get enough of me.

His hips kept moving, even though he had begun to soften inside me.

Mal still stood there. Silent. Staring. Every muscle in his body rigid and his erection straining the front of his pants. His lips parted like he meant to speak, then closed again, his expression shuttered.

Then, he turned around and walked away.