Prowl (Pride Riders Book 3) (10 page)

“If having the woman around causes you pain of any sort, I will boot her ass out of the Pride right now.” He sat up. “Myra is a visitor, you’re family.”

Bane moved to her knees and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “I’m tired of talking. We have all this delicious honey and…” She kissed his collarbone. “Has anyone ever told you, you are some very hot man candy?”

His deep laughter sent ripples of awareness skittering down her spine. He curled his fingers around her locks and tugged her head back. “You make me want to fuck you until we break something.”

“How secure is this building?” She sucked her top lip between her teeth.

“Sugar, if we fall out of this tree tonight, I will build you an underground den so secure nothing could penetrate it.” He cupped her head and brushed his thumb across her mouth. “No one will come between us.” Aristotle leaned against her and kissed her.

Gently he urged her back. She clutched his triceps, holding tight. He slid his tongue along her teeth and she dueled hers with his, drawing it deeper into her mouth. His muscles bunched beneath her palm as he hovered above her. Their connection broke and her head hit the pillow. Aristotle dipped his head and nuzzled her throat. Easing down her chest, he wrapped his lips around her taut nipple. Slowly she slid her hands up his arms and across his shoulders to bury them in his hair. She arched her back, thrusting her areola into his mouth. His teeth scraped the sensitive tissue and pleasure curled in her stomach. Her clit throbbed and she squirmed beneath him.

He released her extended nipple and blew his breath over the moist tip. Soft moans escaped her. She tightened her grip on his hair and directed him down her body. Aristotle chuckled against her skin and shook his head. He dropped minute kisses in the valley between her breasts, and continued his assault on her other orb. Her body strummed under his administrations.

“Please…” She needed him to use his mouth lower—much lower.

“Say it,” he whispered.

Her heart beat like a freight train moving hundreds of miles per hour. “Eat me.”

“All you had to do was ask, sugar.” He scooted down, pressing his lips on various parts of her body as he moved. Gently he lapped at her belly button and licked the remnants of honey from her quivering stomach.

He splayed his palms across the inside of her thighs and spread her legs wider. Aristotle lifted his head and winked before dropping it. Sensations raced through as he slid his tongue along her slit, working his tongue along the planes and of valleys of her pussy. Her legs twitched when he nipped her clit. The tiny bundle of nerves sent currents of electricity sizzling through her body.

The honey badger within her pushed for prominence. She fisted her hands and her nails cut into her palm. She flexed her hips, grinding her against his mouth. He slid his arms under her knees and yanked her closer. Shouldering her legs apart, he licked the moist tissue of her labia. She trembled, pounding her fists into the mattress.

Aristotle slipped a finger into her channel, followed by a second one. Crooking his digits, he plunged them deep before almost pulling them free. She bucked against his hand. He took her clitoris between his teeth and bit down before swirling his tongue around the rigid nub. Bane rolled her hips, riding his fingers. Her mewls became the music surrounding them. Pressure built in the pit of her stomach. Her badger chortled in satisfaction within her mind. White spots dotted her vision and she closed her eyes, only to see the flashes behind her lids.

Bane bent her legs and tried to slam her thighs shut to trap his head between them. He grunted against her mound, rhythmically driving his digits into her body with power tool precision. The heaviness shattered, sending tendrils of bliss pouring through her. She planted her feet and pushed off the bed, riding the orgasm bowling through her.

She opened her eyes as he lifted his head. He met her gaze and bent his head to kiss her clit. Waves of delight followed the first ones, making her limbs quake. She collapsed on the bed.

He crawled up her body, slid an arm under her back and around her shoulders, flipping her over. Aristotle slapped her ass. “Ride me.”

She was having a hard time making her muscles work. Slowly, she drew her knees next to his hips and lay down on his chest. He skimmed his hands down her spine and curled them around her ass. She set her hands on his pectorals and rose up. Aristotle hefted her up. Bane grasped his cock and slipped it between her folds at her passage opening. Gently he sheathed himself within her. His girth filled her. She was still as her muscles undulated around his shaft.

“Move,” he grunted.

Bane smiled down at him and bounced.

Aristotle pressed his head into the mattress. The tendons in his neck stark as he heaved her up again, She plunged down on his rod, flexing her pelvis up and down. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed a digit against her pucker. The added sensations made her move faster. Skin to skin friction built within her cove. He skated his palms over her hips and gripped her waist, lunging up. He circled her rosebud, massaging the tight ring of muscle while driving upward and burying his dick balls-deep.

Aristotle shut his eyes tight, and crinkles formed at the corners. She raised her knees, planting her feet, and continued to bob. Rumbles escaped him, and he clenched his jaw tighter.

A tight ball of energy formed at the small of her back. She leaned forward and moved faster. He stopped moving and snarled, his lips curling up over lengthening incisors. Warmth filled her channel, pushing her over the edge. The tightness in her back burst and ecstasy bloomed, sending heat coursing through her body.

She dropped on his chest. “Sweet Goddess.”

“Praise Jesus, hallelujah.”

She raised her head to stare at him. “Say what?”

He shrugged. “I heard it in a song, and it seemed appropriate.”

Bane laughed out loud. “There is always something new with you,” she murmured as her eyes drifted shut.

“Rest, sugar, I got you. I will always have your back.” He fingered the three-inch scar in the middle of her back.

“Wake me in a few hours.” She yawned.

“Round three?” He kissed the top of her head

“No, we need to secure the files.” Her voice drifted in and out.

“Even better, road trip sex.” Aristotle turned, easing her to his side. He reached past her and the room fell into darkness.

Epilogue

The phone rang. Ellory sat up in bed.

Myra had only come back into his life for a short time, but already he missed her. It never dawned on him while they were apart just how important she was to him. She kept him grounded.

He snatched the cell off the nightstand and fingered the screen, holding the phone to his ear. “Hello.”

“I’m in.” His mate spoke low.

“I know that.” Leoane gave him her report when she arrived at the hotel. “According to Leoane and Marcel, you put up quite the fight today. I knew you would have those animals charmed in no time.”

“They made me help clean up the humans,” Myra sniffed. “I don’t do manual labor.”

“I know, baby. What’s your next step?” Ellory reached for the lamp on the nightstand. He pressed the switch on the base, and light illuminated the room.

“The hyena offered me a room in his home. After the little battle at the rest stop, I’m not quite sure what they have planned. We are lucky, though, I have a friend here. I’ll make sure she smoothes the way for me with the Pride.” There was a brief pause. “Love, I need you to contact Kaseo.”

Uneasiness tensed his shoulders. His son could be problematic. It was the reason he still hadn’t brought the boy over to join him. Luckily, every time he thought he might have to, he was able to adjust his plans and move in another direction. “Why?”

“He can help us. Especially now. Trust me, you’re going to want him over here in the near future. Tell him I found Bane. He’ll understand. I have to go before Gunter wakes and realizes I’m not there.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Jealousy reared its head in his mind. “You need to stay away from that old son of a bitch,” he growled into the phone.

“Must go.
Ciao
, love.” She disconnected the call.

Ellory stared at the cell before snarling. He threw the phone against the wall. At least he wouldn’t have to call Kaseo immediately. The woman beside him mumbled and turned over to hug the pillow. He shoved her out the bed with his foot. She hit the floor with a thump and rose to her knees, blinking.

Disdain filled him at her rumpled appearance. “You need to leave now.”

“But,” she reared her head back. “I thought…”

“You were a temporary distraction. I have bigger issues at hand.” He threw the covers back and stood. Ignoring his erection, he stomped to the phone. The screen was cracked. The idea of Myra alone in the same house…
in the same room
…with Gunter annoyed him.

Rustling sheets drew his attention back to the maid he’d fucked. “You’re still here? You found your way in. Find your way out.” He moved toward the bathroom. He needed a shower. “Be gone by the time I come out.”

Myra had become another reason to make his brother and the motherfuckers closest to him pay.

The End