Freedom in the Smokies (7 page)

She arched. “I’m beyond ready, Micah. Please…claim me. Now.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, but he heard her.

“Come for me, Kait. Come around my fingers and while your pussy is grasping for me, I’ll take you.”

Her eyes widened, her gaze tipping upward to meet his. Her mouth hung open.

“Come,” he commanded.

She did. Her climax shook her entire body. Her pussy clutched his fingers, making him wonder how on earth he was going to fit.

While she rode out the spasms, he lowered over her. Her arms whipped forward and she grabbed his biceps. He didn’t care. His only thought was being wrapped in her sheath. Now.

He removed his hand, gripped his cock and guided himself to her entrance. Slow and easy wasn’t going to cut it. He couldn’t do it and she would be better off if he simply pushed his way in and let her adjust quickly.

The loud moan he heard as he entered her to the hilt was his own.
Holy Mother of God
.

Kaitlyn heaved a breath and held still. After a moment she lifted her torso, forcing him deeper. Stars blocked his vision.

When he could see again, he stared into her eyes. “You okay?”

“Mm hmm.” She pinched her lips between her teeth.

He didn’t move. “Give your body a moment to adjust. It’ll get better.”

He watched as her face relaxed. She moaned and squirmed beneath him. “Move,” she murmured.

As though fucking was somehow innate, his sweet mate immediately settled into a rhythm with him, bucking toward him with each pass as he pulled gradually out and then shoved back inside her tight warmth.

She moaned again. The grip she had on his biceps was going to leave ten marks from her nails. He didn’t care. He concentrated on her face, the lust pouring off her. Anything to keep from coming.

Finally, there was no stopping the inevitable. Micah pushed as deep as possible and let his orgasm wash through him. Instead of just his cock, it encompassed his entire body. His muscles clenched—every one of them involved in this claiming, this orgasm that compared to nothing he’d ever experienced.

When he could breathe again, he lowered his body over hers. He tried not to squash her completely, but he needed the contact. He couldn’t bring himself to roll to the side. He wanted to touch as much of her skin as he could, inside and out.

They both heaved, her chest rising beneath his as they caught their breath.

Finally, she pushed against his chest. “You’re squishing me to death.” She giggled.

He flipped over, taking her with him so she lay draped over the top of him, still impaled by his cock.

She wiggled on his length. “Isn’t it supposed to…go down or something?”

He smiled. “Normally. But not this time. Probably not for a week or two. Not until I’m sated. Which won’t be for a while. I need you again.”

“Now?” She glared at him. “Already?”

He nodded. “Always. But especially after that earth-shattering experience. Did we disturb a fissure or something?” Surely the world had shifted on its axis.

She lifted off him, wincing. “I might need a moment.”

She lay back over the top of him, but a shiver racked her body. She froze.

“What’s wrong?” He held her against him with one hand but lifted her chin with the other so he could look into her eyes.

“We didn’t use a condom.”

He smiled. “You scared me for a moment.” He shook his head. “No worries, Kait. I’m clean. Wolves don’t carry human diseases.”

“Clean? I never even thought about that.” She lifted both eyebrows. “I was only thinking about pregnancy.”

“Oh.” He kissed her lips. “Well, don’t fret about that either. You can’t get pregnant.”

“What?” She lifted a few inches off him to stare at him in earnest. “Humans can’t get pregnant from shifters?”

“Relax, baby.” He rubbed her back to soothe her. “I didn’t mean
ever
. I meant not today. You aren’t fertile right now.”

Kaitlyn shivered. “You can tell that?”

He nodded. “Yep. I can smell everything about you.”

“God, that’s weird.”

Micah eased her to his side and heaved himself off the bed. “Be right back.” He padded to the adjoining bathroom, washed himself off and then returned with a damp cloth. “Let me clean you up, baby.”

She peeked through a slit in her eyes. Her face pinkened. “I can do it.”

“I’m sure you can.” He chuckled and nudged one leg open as she rolled onto her back. Gingerly, he swiped the warm cloth over her thighs and then across her sex. She purred at the contact.

Tossing the washcloth aside, he climbed back up next to her and pulled her on top of him once more. He liked having her blanketing him.

She nestled against his chest, squirming against his erection where it poked her in the stomach.

She was aroused too. Her pheromones were filling the room.

He reached around until he found the comforter and pulled it over the top of them. It was too soon to take her again. “I won’t rush you. You’re gonna be sore. Did I hurt you?”

“Only for a moment. And then fireworks went off and I forgot about it.”

“Fireworks, huh?” He chuckled, his chest rumbling underneath her, shaking her against him. “Don’t move. Stay still.” He gripped her waist and held her tight. “Your sexy ass is driving me crazy.”

“I’m not the one laughing.” She kissed his chest, nibbled as far as she could reach without lifting her head. When her tongue flicked out and grazed his nipple, he squeezed his eyes shut.
You can do this. Let her explore
.

“You didn’t let me taste you earlier.” She scooted down his body, nudging his legs apart and wiggling her frame between them as she kissed a path from his chest to his cock.

Micah wrapped his hands in her hair and tried not to push her in any direction.

The comforter had shifted lower with her body, but she was still tucked under it enough he couldn’t see much. It was probably better that way. The less he saw of her, the longer he might last before exploding onto her face.

“Baby… You don’t have to…” He wanted her lips around him as bad as he had earlier, but he didn’t want her to feel pressured. That was a big step for a woman who’d been a virgin ten minutes ago.

“I need to taste you.” Her words trailed off as she licked a line up his dick from the base to the tip. Her own arousal was all over him. It was so fucking hot.

He had to release her head, because he couldn’t trust himself to do anything else.

She kissed and explored and moaned for an eternity before she finally sucked his length into her mouth—deep.

Micah stiffened. He was going to come. Her warm mouth surrounded him tighter than her pussy, if that were possible. All that toying with him had made him harder than ever.

“Baby…” he warned. “I’m not…going…to last.”

He arched into her as she released him with a pop and then sucked him back in deeper than the first time. She repeated the motion again and then flicked her tongue over the slit in the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head and through the groove beneath.

Micah gritted his teeth to keep from coming. When she sucked him back into her warmth, he was done for. As if he hadn’t released himself into her pussy minutes ago, his balls pulled up tight and his cock pulsed. He came, hard and fast. And his mate swallowed every drop, never releasing him.

When he was spent, she pulled off with a pop, licking and kissing his still half-rigid length.

“Jesus, Kait…”

“Was I okay?”

“Okay?” He chuckled, dislodging her from his dick. “That was so far beyond ‘okay’ there aren’t words in the English language.”

Kaitlyn climbed off him and snuggled into his side. He wrapped his arm around her and held her tight. If he had his way, he’d never let her leave this bed again.

Chapter Six

Oh, this is fantastic
. Keeton rubbed his hands together and chuckled silently to himself as he approached the back of the Durhams’ barn. No movement in sight. No scent of wolf coming out of the house.

He’d never been this close to their cabin or the barn. In the past ten years, any time he’d come near, those fucking wolves had stomped out of the house and come after him, chasing him off their land and occasionally out of the Smokies.

Ever since they thwarted his plan to take the sweet redhead as his mate and the oldest Durham had stolen her right out from under him, he’d been planning to rid the mountains of this wolf infestation.

Easing toward the barn on silent footsteps, Keeton smiled.
God, this is rich. They have no idea I’m out here. Their asses are toast
.

He leaned against the back of the barn as casually as he would if he owned the place. His new power of blocking these lupines from scenting him was going to come in very handy. He intended to fuck with their minds a little.

No time like the present.

A hideous pop song by Lady Gaga about some Hispanic dudes pierced the silence and yanked Micah from sleep.

“God, what
is
that?” he whispered into the darkness.

His sweet mate didn’t rouse. He glanced at her as she snuggled deeper against him, and then he looked at the clock on his nightstand. Ten o’clock.

The racket continued until he wanted to put his hands over his ears.
What the hell?

He leaned over the side of the bed, zoning in on the where the tune was coming from. The same section of the refrain repeated. Ahhh, it had to be her phone.

Finally, it stopped and he breathed a sigh of relief. But who was calling her? Should he wake her?

Of course, you dolt. Find the damn phone and wake the woman up. It’s not your call
. Maybe it was important.

Micah eased his way out from under his sexy mate’s naked body and padded over to her jeans on the floor—
right where you dropped them when you started claiming her
. He smiled. His dick grew hard thinking about it.

Yep, waking her was the best decision. Because, once she was up, they might as well have sex again…

Micah dug into the front pocket and discovered the stiff rectangular shape of a cell phone. The room was still lit enough to see. Neither of them had bothered to turn off the bathroom light before falling asleep. A stream of luminescence blanketed the floor where he stood.

He squinted and groaned when he pulled the phone from her jeans pocket.
God, almighty, this woman likes neon
. He’d forgotten all about the car out front that could double as a homing beacon for a UFO. The phone matched the car, its case the same awful green.

“I hope she doesn’t paint the bedroom that color while I’m in the barn tomorrow,” he muttered.

Kaitlyn turned toward him. She covered her eyes as she gazed in his direction. “Micah? What are you doing?”

“Your phone rang.” He stepped over their assorted clothes and tucked himself back into the bed with her. “Took me a while to find it, using the queen of pop as a guide. But when I did, not only were my ears offended by the ringtone, but my poor eyes will forever be partially blinded by the color of your case. What do you call that anyway?”

He tugged her warm body back against his chest. His cock jumped, fully erect now that he was touching her again. He kissed her neck.

“Ha ha. That happens to be my favorite color. Get over yourself.” She laughed. Her body vibrated and her ass jiggled against his cock, making the length reach toward her. He let the fellow nestle between her legs.

“I assumed, considering the amount of steel and plastic parked outside in that very shade.” It took a lot of concentration to keep from slipping right inside her sheath. “Check your phone, baby.”

Kaitlyn twisted in his grasp until she lay flat on her back. He scooted into her side to keep in close contact. His cock now rested against her thigh. God, he needed her again. Would she still be sore from earlier?

Kaitlyn brushed her hair out of her eyes, long black strands that spread across the pillow beneath her. Just as she lifted the cell to her face, it rang again, “Alejandro”, “Roberto”, and a few other dudes he didn’t care to think about filling the room.

“It’s George.” She pressed a button and brought the phone to her ear, a huge smile on her face.

“George,” she exclaimed.

Micah flinched.
Who the fuck is George and why is he calling my mate at ten at night?
He scowled and brought his face in front of Kaitlyn’s. She narrowed her gaze at him and swatted his arm out of her way.

Whoever George was, she wasn’t about to take any shit from Micah concerning her right to speak with the man.

Get a grip, dude. She said she hasn’t dated any men, so that would include this one.

Still, the thought of her being so animated with the guy made his skin crawl. He wanted that reaction reserved for himself. When had he gotten all possessive?

He decided to pay attention to the conversation and deal with twenty questions later.

“…I needed to get away from there, George.” She worried her lip while she spoke. “What? She what?” Kaitlyn bolted to a sitting position, her demeanor changing in an instant. “Are you sure? Oh God…”