In a moment a second finger eased in carefully beside the first. They separated, then closed together, scissoring in a stretching motion. Dakota was panting, rocking back and forth on her hands and knees, reaching for the orgasm that she knew was just out of reach. When Jonah withdrew his fingers and pressed the head of the plug against her opening she pushed back as hard as she could.
“Stop, Dakota.” He shifted one hand to press on her spine, forcing her to stop her movements. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself. We’re going to do this right. Now. Take in a deep breath and hold it.”
She did as he told her, pulling in the deepest breath she could.
“Now let it out slowly. Very slowly.”
As she exhaled he pushed the plug into her rectum, slowly, a little at a time. It stretched her tissues and burned, just as he said it would but the burn was more pleasure than pain.
He stopped at the end of her exhalation. “Okay. Another deep breath for me. Then let it out slowly.”
She did it again, dragging in huge lungfuls of air. As she did he moved the plug in farther. More, more, until as all the air left her lungs it was all the way in. She could feel the flanges at the base pressing against her ass. Oh, god, it felt huge. But good. So good.
She felt his lips on her skin as he kissed both cheeks of her ass before tracing a line up one and down the other with his tongue. Now, she thought. Now he’d finally make her come. Instead he shocked her by pulling her panties back in place and then her jeans. He lay down next to her to give himself better reach to fasten them.
Jeans in place, he sat up, pulling her up with him. As if he did it every day, he maneuvered her bra out from beneath her t-shirt and tossed it onto the bed.
“Now we should eat,” he told her, helping her off the bed.
She stared at him. “What? Eat? Are you crazy?”
His slow smile ran through her like a river of warm syrup. “Aren’t you hungry? I am. And we need to give that plug time to do its work.”
He kept his hand under elbow as she wobbled her way back to the counter on rubbery legs. She had no idea how she would have served the pizza if he hadn’t been helping her. All she could focus on was the thick dildo in her ass and the tremors racing nonstop through her pussy.
When they sat down at the table, he pulled his chair around so he was at right angles to her rather than across from her. As he sipped his wine and chewed his pizza one hand played with her nipples through the thin fabric of the t-shirt. They were painfully hard, and each twist of his fingers sent jolts of sensation straight to her womb. She was acutely aware of the plug in her rectum. Every so often she’d slide back and forth on the seat, moving it just enough to flood her with a higher level of desire.
Dakota had no idea how she managed to drink her wine, much less eat one slice of pizza. She wanted to rip off her clothes and Jonah’s and beg him to take her right there on the floor. But he ate and drank as if nothing unusual was happening, all the while watching her through eyes that had darkened almost to black. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and was enjoying every minute of it.
When they finished their simple meal Jonah helped her clean up, watching her every movement, a knowing smile on his face. She let out a long sigh of relief when they were finished and he led her back to the bed.
At last! Oh, finally, at last!
But he held her upright, his body tight against hers, his hands cupping her face, as he gave a long, slow, deep kiss. His tongue danced through the inside of her mouth, tasting, tasting, tasting.
Oh, god! Is he ever going to do it?
Chapter Seven
Jonah knew she was ready to explode at any moment. So was he. But this was just so good he didn’t want to hurry it. Sitting next to her at the table, tweaking her nipples while she rode the plug in her ass made his cock so hard he wondered it hadn’t burst through the denim of his jeans. Touching her ass, pressing his finger inside that hot dark tunnel had been bad enough. But he’d nearly lost it inserting that plug in her ass and watching that virgin tunnel suck it in.
He remembered the first time he’d suggested it to Jenna. Her eyes had opened so wide he thought they’d pop out of her head. But once he got the first plug inside her she was a maniac about it, wanting it all time. Sex with Jenna had been off the charts, the only woman who had ever quelled the wolf lust inside him. Others had been stopgaps, merely controlling it, pushing it to a lower level until it rose up stronger than ever.
Until Dakota.
Was he meant to come here? To find her? Is that why he’d been assigned the first Night Seeker case. Had fate had a helping hand in this?
Then his mind shut off, his body taking over as it demanded satisfaction. God, she felt so good under his hands. Her skin was like satin, her hair like black spun silk, her lips a soft velvet. And her cunt! Hell, he could drink her nectar forever. But nothing was as good as when those tight wet walls clenched around his cock and pulled him into his release.
He lifted his head, searching her eyes for any sign of trepidation or anxiety. Any hint that she might be second-guessing herself. But all he saw was a heat that answered his own.
Tugging on the fabric of her t-shirt he lifted the garment over her head and tossed it aside. He could tell without touching them how hard her nipples were. They’d darkened from a pinkish brown to a deep rose, like flowers blooming at the points of her breasts. He could see the pulse beating heavily in the sweet hollow of her throat and the flush of desire that turned her cheeks a soft pink.
When he knelt to slide her jeans and panties down her legs he couldn’t help burying his face against her pussy, pulling at her clit with his teeth and licking her slit through the soft curls around it. Dakota shuddered in his grasp, her skin warm beneath his fingers.
He tossed the jeans and panties to the side with her t-shirt, then rose and pulled off his own clothes. When his cock sprang free he saw the bead of pre-cum already dripping from the slit. Dakota looked down and saw it, too. One hand moved between them and a small finger spread the thick liquid over the fat, plum-colored head.
The heat of her touch made him suck in his breath and reach for his control. He didn’t want this to be over too soon. Wanted to draw it out, give this woman every bit of pleasure he could wring from her.
He forced himself to be still as long as he could while her finger rubbed back and forth over the head of his cock, but when he reached the breaking point he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from him.
“You have to stop,” he growled, “or all this will be over before it even gets started.”
“But I like to touch you,” she breathed.
“And I like it, too. And we’ll do plenty of touching before tonight is over. But first things first.”
He nudged her onto the bed and onto her back. She opened her legs in invitation but then widened her eyes when he straddled her, his cock resting between her breasts.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw these pretty breasts.”
And wasn’t that just the damn truth.
Pressing her breasts together so they clung to his cock, he began sliding back and forth in the tunnel he’d created. The tight caress of her breasts nearly made him lose his breath. He wasn’t sure how long he would last this way but he had to feel it just for a few seconds.
“Let me put my mouth on you,” she whispered.
Jonah shook his head. “Not right now.”
Regretfully he slid from her body and turned her over. Pulling her to her hands and knees, he plumped the pillows under her stomach to support her and knelt between her outspread thighs, pushing them as far apart as he could.
Her gorgeous pink cunt beckoned to him. He closed his eyes, imagining how tight it would be around him with the plug in her ass. Bending low, he planted kisses on her rounded buttocks before giving her an open-mouthed kiss on her pussy. She jerked in response and a little hum of desire rolled from her lips.
“I’m going to leave the plug in your ass,” he murmured. “We need to stretch you out as much as we can. I’m going to fuck your cunt with the plug inside you and make you come harder than you ever imagined.
He grabbed the condom he’d dropped onto the bed, tore it open and rolled it on. Spreading the lips of her cunt he positioned himself and drove into her with a slow, steady stroke. She was tight because of the plug compressing her channel and her wet skin dragged across the thickness of his shaft.
“Ohmigod!” she screamed, and immediately began spasming around him.
Jonah had to call on every bit of control he had not to come right that minute.
Holding her hips he began pumping, slow glides in and out of that hot, grasping sheath. He didn’t know what heaven was like but he was sure it couldn’t be any better than this.
Dakota was shoving her hips back at him, riding his cock and making little sounds that only increased his arousal. When he felt tremors rising in her sheath again he increased the speed of his strokes, driving her hard toward her climax.
The explosion, when it came, was cataclysmic. Dakota screamed with its intensity. They shook, both of them, their bodies no longer in their control. Thunder and lightning crashed through them and the winds of orgasm whipped their muscles. Shouting her name, Jonah pulsed inside her tight clasp again and again, filling the latex reservoir until every drop had been wrung from his body.
When he collapsed forward he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to move again.
Who’s controlling whom here?
“Jonah?”
Dakota’s weak voice barely pierced through his fog.
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“I-I can’t breathe.”
His chuckle was weak. “Sorry.” He pulled from her slowly and rolled to the side. His heart was hammering wildly and he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to breathe properly again. He was glad he didn’t have to shift at the moment because he wasn’t sure he’d have the strength to do it.
Rolling to his side, he pulled Dakota into his arms, resting his chin on her hand and caressing her arm until they returned to some semblance of normalcy. He fixed the pillows on the bed, disposed of the condom and pulled the covers over both of them.
“Jonah?” Her voice was tentative.
“Yeah?”
“What’s this…thing between us? I’ve had sex before but it fades into insignificance compared to this.” She sighed against him. “I know I’m not nearly as experienced as you are, and probably as most of the women you’re with. But I just—”
“You’re right,” he broke in. And damn, didn’t he just know it. A tremor of something indefinable raced through him. “I don’t know, darlin’. But you’re right. It doesn’t take experience to know we’ve made a connection here.”
“So what does it all mean?”
“I guess we’ll have to let it play out. And when this assignment is over for me, we can take an honest look at it.”
“Okay.” She sighed.
He took the time to carefully ease the plug from her ass, took it into the bathroom to rinse and leave on the counter, then climbed back into bed with her. Carefully he spooned himself around her. In a moment he felt her breathing even out. He closed his own eyes. It was still somewhat early to be in bed, but he had a feeling they were going to need all the sleep they could get.
* * * * *
The jackrabbit had done little to slake the beast’s hunger or thirst. At least the beast was able to devour every bit of it. Not even a bone was left. But the wildness was still rising uncontrollably within him. Driving it, telling it what it needed to do.
The landscape had been still, disturbed only by the faint rustling of leaves and the whisper of other animals as they moved in their nocturnal wanderings. It’d snapped the rabbit’s neck as soon as it caught it so its outcry was little more than a squeak.
But the feeding had been over far too quickly. Getting caught in the act was not a problem, as long the beast picked its prey in areas where nothing could disturb it. It was long gone by the time the discovery was made. And thanks to its special ability, it left no trace. But like any other wily hunter, it knew it couldn’t attack if there was an audience.
Now it was back in its lair, still restless, still hungry for only that which would satisfy it. If it couldn’t suppress it before the sun rose, it’d have only one option left open to it. It scrabbled to make a more comfortable place for itself, lowered its head and closed its eyes again. But sleep would not come, and by the time dawn was casting a rosy glow over the landscape, it rose and headed for the prey it knew would satisfy it.
* * * * *
Jonah awoke with a start to a room in pitch blackness. For a moment he was disoriented, unsure of where he was. Or who the warm body was sleeping next to him. Then it came back to him.
Dakota.
Mind-blowing sex.
Her invitation to stay with him.
More mind-blowing sex.
He had to struggle to remember that he was actually here on an assignment. That spending hours in bed with Dakota was not the sole purpose of his stay here, unfortunate though that might be. And to remember that finding the beast that killed Jenna was his primary goal in life.
Casually his fingers traced a pattern along the smooth skin of Dakota’s arm. What an unexpected reward she’d turned out to be. If he could find and destroy the Chupacabra maybe he could lay Jenna’s ghost to rest and see if there was the possibility of a relationship with this woman lying next to him.
At the moment, however, he had another more urgent problem. His body was telling him he needed to shift. He could only suppress the urge for so long. Before Nathan, his father, died he’d taught him where to find the special herbs he needed to keep the urge under control. And how to mix them. Idly he wondered if they were herbs Dakota grew for her potions and blends. Or if she could make room for them in her garden.
Stop! Back to business!
Moving slowly, in incremental moves, he slid from his position cocooning Dakota’s body. With each change of position he held his breath, waiting to see if she woke. When she mumbled something he paused. Was she waking up? He counted to ten, waited, but she settled more deeply against her pillow and the soft rhythm of her breathing returned.
Standing up, he reached for his watch on the nightstand and pushed the button to illuminate it. Three in the morning. Could he go for a quick run and get back before Dakota woke up? Could he chance it? The sensations racing over his body were the signals that if he didn’t it would happen anyway, and when he was least prepared for it.
Okay. One hour, and he would be good for a few more days.
He was already naked so he had no preparations to make. And no worries about where to leave his clothes. Walking softly across the room he eased the door open and stepped onto the front porch. Closed the door. Waited again long enough for Dakota to wake and open the door if she was going to. Waited another minute beyond that.
When there was no sound, when Dakota didn’t yank open the door and appear on the porch, he took a deep breath. Let it out. Closed his eyes. And shifted.
In a moment, where a two-footed man had stood was a four-footed gray wolf, silver eyes looking in every direction. Then he launched himself off the porch and loped through the yard into the trees. An hour. That’s all he’d allow himself. He’d be back before she woke up. But he knew if he planned to hang around he’d have to find some way to tell her about himself and hope she didn’t freak out.
* * * * *
Donna didn’t know what had awakened her. Something…unsettling. Something…out of place.
Then she heard it. A low growl, but not natural. More of an unearthly sound. She turned over in bed and checked to make sure the loaded shotgun was still propped against the wall by the headboard. Not that she expected to use it in the house. She’d made sure to lock all the doors, but with Fred on the premises she wasn’t taking any chances.
She listened for another sound but when none came she turned over in bed and nestled deeper into the covers. She had just dozed off again when she heard the sound again, this time louder. She shivered as a trickle of fear skated over her. Something was out there, probably getting into her garden. She should go out and scare the damn thing off but her garden wasn’t worth the chance of being attacked.
Donna lay there listening again, wondering what kind of animal it was, when she heard the crash of something on the back porch. This time the fear rolled into a ball in the pit of her stomach. Was it Fred? Had he gotten drunk and decided to break into the house and… And what? Steal from her? She had little to give. Rape her? Surely not, once he’d had a look at her.
Pulling back the covers she grabbed the shotgun, cocked it and moved slowly down the stairs. In the hallway she kept to the wall, finger on the trigger, eyes darting everywhere. No. Nothing inside. All right, then. If it was some animal after her garden or the chickens she kept she’d either scare him off or blow him to kingdom come.