Reaper's Word

"Always straight to the point." He felt humor at her look.

"Sorry to disappoint you. Though I'm not sure what you could possibly want from me that you haven't already managed to take or have." She commented with just a bit of a tint to her face.

"You are a very difficult puzzle to figure out. A challenge that I enjoy very much." He handed her the bow and moved around to her left side. He held out a hand and the arrow came back to him. He presented her with it and she took it.

Clair knew the basics of it, having shot a bow only a few times in gym class. She knew how to notch it. Her knowledge past that, was pull back and let go.

"Show me, so I have a chance at this game. Otherwise what is the point? What fun will that be?" He hadn't told her what it was yet but she wanted to have a chance.

He moved over to her. He showed her how to stand and where to place her hands. He was so close to her she could smell him. The scent was appealing to her, but she pushed it back in her mind. She didn't want distractions.

He stepped back slightly and she looked down the arrow. Her first shot was high but hit the target. The second hit very near the center as did the third. She smiled, it wasn't so hard to do this. That was unless he made her nervous. She looked at him.

"I've got something I'll play for." He looked at her for a moment clearly trying to decide if he should take her up on her offer. Curiosity seemed to get the best of him.

"I'm listening." She knew he'd want to know what she had to say. He liked a challenge and he hated to lose. She'd give him something he most likely wouldn't want to lose complete control over. Which was her.

"First I'd like to hear what you feel I need to accomplish." He was silent for a moment. A kind of odd smile came to him.

"Just for you Clair. I'll give you rules first before the deal."

"You're too kind." She said. He moved over to the arrows and grabbed five of them and came over to her, sticking them slightly in the floor.

"Alright, all five either center or first circle out." Clair looked at the target. She'd gotten her second and third arrows in the second circle but barely. This time there was going to be pressure to make the shot count.

"No cheating from you." She said looking at him.

"Such as?" He asked looking at her. She stared at him.

purposely trying to make

He replied with a slight smile. His smile left him a

deny you anytime I please." He

"Worried?" She asked him.

forever." She would take that

very high for her to succeed. He could handle a week of her denying him seeing as half that time would be during the moon. She looked at

decide how he'd like to handle her challenge. She said he couldn't purposely interfere to make her miss. Which left it open for him to interpret how to distract if she didn't struggle

arrow where she was supposed to. He wasn't going to let it happen that easily. Clair picked up the second arrow she pulled it back, and tensed when he stepped up to her. His right hand and moved around her midsection. His other on the inside of her thigh. He stepped so that he was flush against her. What

trying to distract

wasn't on purpose. She glanced at him, and he had no welts or anything on him. Crap, she needed to be more specific next time. It must work

said the fingers of his right hand slipping below her

purposely make you miss, I'd have to touch part of you that you require to shoot or draw the bow." He said. She tried her best to ignore him and aimed. Though she was a bit shakier this time. She let go and to her relief she hit the red

neck as she fired and she just barely hit where she was supposed to. She was finding it harder to concentrate with him touching her. His mouth still moved over her neck and up to her jaw. Her body reacted and she let out

against her in any way that would force her to move and miss. In fact his hold kept her where she was. He held very tight against her. She couldn't have pushed or moved away from him if she wanted to. She could feel his arousal

undone. She tensed again, biting her lip as he touched her intimately. It took her a moment

It took her longer this time to feel steady enough to shoot the arrow, and once again she made it but just barely. She made a small sound. Her body felt alive and on edge, and he'd purposely done this to her. He was a lot

"Miss and I'm going to take you right here and now." He warned, sinking his fingers into her and her breath hitched. His voice was slightly deeper. She wanted to win so badly but at the same time she wanted him too. He was getting a reaction from her even though she tried to ignore it

said picking up the last arrow. She aimed shakier than last time. As she started to release he bit down on her neck and she jerked slightly. The arrow hit the target but not where she needed it. That son of a bitch, she should have expected him to do something like that. How was that not on purpose? Guess she didn't need her neck to aim.

His right hand fully undid the pants she wore to shove them down and make her step from them. He took the bow from her, tossing it harshly as she was still

His mouth moved over the front of her neck. He walked her backward, with several quick steps he had her against the wall.

him from the pants he wore. He was overly glad that she had lost this challenge. He never wanted to be denied access to her for any reason. If he wanted, she better

quickly. His hands dug into her hips as he pressed against her holding her against the wall. His body thrusting into hers. She was practically dripping from how wet she was. Did others desire someone this badly they couldn't think, they had to have them? It felt abnormal even for him, and each time just felt better than

ear her teeth

moaned it this time. He didn't hesitate to do so. She gave short little gasps each time he drove into her. His body reacting violently to the sounds. Her

second. Then she felt the rush of heat through her body. Her response always so quick and fierce to him. God that felt good, his hands dug into her as well holding her. She didn't know how she didn't have permanent marks from him and his grip. Her nails dug through the shirt he wore scratching but he took no note of it. He was doing just what she asked for. Taking her in a