Wild Hunts (21 page)

He turned back to the brawling pack.

A thunderous blast brought about a series of shrieks.

For Micah, fiery heat exploded from his side, spreading with sickening speed through his body. He stumbled. His hind legs buckled, and his hip hit the ground.

Red spread over the snow.

Another shot rang out. He fought to get back on his feet even as Jordan went down. Luke struggled onto his paws then collapsed.

A woman broke through the wolves, the small pistol trained at Micah. She stared at him, void of expression.

“I was feeling gracious tonight. Decided to bypass silver for traditional. You’ll heal,” she said, her voice as cold and void of emotion as her face. She motioned to Jordan with the pistol. “So will he. Should you care to see him unharmed, I’d suggest you bring that little white to me.”

Micah bared his teeth, but the woman looked away and tucked the pistol into a crude holster strapped around her forearm. Two of the rebel wolves fluidly transformed into brawny men. With gazes low, averted from the woman, they hoisted Jordan’s limp wolf body between them and began walking off. The rest of the wolves followed in a sick procession. The woman stepped up to Micah, gazed down at him for a long moment, then followed her pack.

“You know how to find me.”

Just like the snow in the blinding wind, she was gone, leaving Micah to fight the raging inferno of pain that tore a hole straight through his body. Guilt flooded his spirit.

God, how was he going to tell Kasa?

Chapter Eleven

Slade stood in the doorway of the bedroom, unable to look away from Kasa. He had showered as she slept, hoping that Micah would return before she woke up. They needed to discuss the findings of their hunt prior to Kasa’s inquisitive mind stepping in.

She stirred, stretching out along the bedspread like some wild goddess. Her dark hair fanned out beneath her head, thick and luscious waves that made his fingers itch. She arched her back, one knee bending to the ceiling. The swells of her breasts spread out, her nipples peaked and deep rose. Slade’s gaze roved over her flat belly and rested on her exposed pussy, glistening with new arousal. Swollen and pink from Micah’s desperate fucking. Well, perhaps they were all desperate a few hours ago.

A soft moan escaped her kissed-red lips. Neither he nor his brother took it easy and slow with her. The faintest hint of nip marks remained along her neck and breasts, small pink slits that served as a reminder of what had transpired. Bottles of massage oils and lube still littered the bedspread, along with her egg and vibrator. He had loved the look on her face when he dangled his findings in plain view. Embarrassment painted her cheeks red, but the hungry lust in her amber eyes silently told him a different story. She was curious and open to playing around.

Nothing could tease him more at the moment than the sight of her wet pussy between her spread legs, inviting him to touch and taste. With Micah gone, he had their mate all to himself. He wanted to show her just how gentle a lover he could be.

The musky scent of arousal increased with each step that brought him closer to the bed. His cock jerked, hard, full, aching to be inside her. He wanted to know what that warm pussy felt like around him, clenching down on him. He wanted to stare into her eyes as he brought her to climax, a complete climax, sliding in and out of her sheath.

He wanted to see just how much she
cared
for him.

Slade pulled the towel off his waist, dropping it in a heap on the floor. Cool air caressed his moist crown and more blood rushed to fill him. Kasa continued to sleep as he slid over the bed on hands and knees. His jaw tightened, mouth watered, and he lowered himself between her legs, careful not to touch her in any way. His body thrummed, alive and electric, his mouth inches from that pink pussy. He rocked against the comforter, pleasure igniting within his gut at the rough friction against his dick. Suppressing a growl, he closed his eyes, inhaled the sweetest perfume of Kasa’s moist heat and sex. He swallowed hard, flicked out his tongue, and delighted in his first taste of her.

She moaned again, tipping her hips into him, opening more to his mouth. He drew his tongue through her slit, drinking her nectar. A shudder trailed down his spine. She tasted unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Far better than her delicious meats, far more satisfying than any beer or drink. No other woman tasted as delicious as Kasa, and no other woman ever would.

He rolled his gaze upward, over the taut muscles of her belly, the quickening rise and fall of her breasts, and came to rest on her flushed face. Her lips were parted in a sensual “O.” A small, strained crease marred her forehead. Her eyes remained closed, but he sensed her waking, her wolf stirring from slumber.

Both of her knees drew up alongside him. Her arms curled around the top of her head. He laved her, from vulva to clit, then back. The lingering evidence of Micah’s seed touched his tongue, but Kasa’s juices overpowered it. He dug his fingers into the comforter to keep from touching her. He wanted to reach up and cup those perfect breasts, pinch those pert nipples! He wanted to caress her flesh, absorb the satiny feel of each toned muscle, each delicate bone.

Swallowing a grunt when he jammed his hips into the bed, he slipped his tongue inside her silken cavern. He lapped her cream, shivering with delight. Her muscles worked around his probing tongue, soft mewls singing along her gasping breaths. Her heady arousal intensified, her juices filling him with her essence. He drank, trying to quench his insatiable thirst.

Kasa whimpered, her body quivering on the brink of release. Slade withdrew from her pussy, circled her clit then sucked the small bud between his lips. She cried out, her hips bucking against him, tremor after tremor wracking her slight figure. Her back bowed off the bed. Her arms unfolded and she reached down, grabbing his head and holding him tight to her. He groaned against her pulsing clit, her orgasm rocking her body as she sang her pleasure.

He lapped up her cream as she began to drift down from her peak. Every muscle in his body strained to move without making him burst. His cock throbbed, bordering painful. His balls were heavy, his gut coiled up like a spring ready to snap. When her knees fell open and her fingers loosened in his hair, Slade lifted himself over her, trailing light kisses from her navel to her breasts. Her flesh held a tinge of salty sweetness from earlier, but he enjoyed each small taste of her, having bypassed the seduction upon their first couple encounters.

Slade cupped the side of one breast, lashing his thumb over the pebbled nipple. Kasa sucked in a sharp breath. Her gaze held steady on him. He could feel the heat behind her watchful eyes lighting him up like kindling. He dipped his head and traced the dark pink areola before sucking her hardened flesh into his mouth. Slowly, he rolled her nipple around with his tongue, loving the contrast between soft and hard, supple and firm. He kneaded the fleshy mound of breast and didn’t miss the quickening of her heartbeat inches from his ear.

“Slade,” she murmured. His name rolled from her lips like thick honey, sexually charged and damn erotic. Something inside his chest stirred from its depths, swelling, filling. He could listen to her call him for years to come.

One of her finely toned legs hooked around his hips. She invited him closer to her core, and he could barely keep from plunging inside her. The head of his cock dug into the bed between her legs. Pre-cum seeped from his slit, that painful ache driving him mad. He bridged a path between her breasts, wanting to tend to her neglected breast as much as he wanted to kiss his name from her lips. A sweet moan filled his ears as he suckled her deep into his mouth, pinching her flesh between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.

“Slade, kiss me.”

Unraveling at the seams, he couldn’t ignore her request. He tugged her nipple before releasing it, stretched his body over hers, and met her mouth with his. The hunger simmered deep in his spirit, burning him from the inside out. His veins were on fire, his blood lava-hot, but he managed to keep his kiss slow and lazy. Every stroke of his tongue she met with equal tenderness. Sleep still hovered around her, the sluggish sway of her wolf against his proof. Her fingers combed through his damp hair, her short nails scraping his sensitive scalp. He groaned into her mouth, his hand skating down from her breast, over her ribcage, to her hip. He held her, grounding himself. He tilted his hips, sliding the tip of his pulsing cock against the hot cream of her center.

Gently, he pressed inside her tight, moist canal. Kasa’s head tipped back, breaking their kiss. She arched into him, her nipples scraping over his chest. Her silken muscles clenched down around him, threatening to undo him before he sat himself fully inside her. He kissed her chin, her jaw, and trailed kisses down the exposed column of her throat. Her pulse jumped frantically. He feathered her jugular with light swirls of his tongue and airy kisses, sliding deeper and deeper into her body.

When he finally filled her with his cock, he pulled back and looked down into her face. Her eyelids peeled open, those beautiful amber orbs dark with desire. His heart twisted when she offered him the slightest grin. He couldn’t help but trace the fine details of her delicate cheekbone, the gentle slope of her dark brow. She was magnificent, fiery, beautiful. Everything he’d ever imagined his mate to be, and more. He was quickly becoming aware that there was almost nothing he wouldn’t do to please his little wolf.

Kasa rocked against his hips, urging him to move. To hell, he’d happily oblige.

* * * *

Thick silence filled the room, the dense air whispering what words did not.

Kasa had awakened to her body strung tight and aching with need, wetness lapping at her pussy. She might have passed it off as an erotic dream until an orgasm shook her so violently she thought she’d shatter.

When Slade climbed over her, slid his large cock inside her slick self, she realized waking to this man far surpassed any erotic dream her subconscious could create.

Slade rocked between her legs, a slow, rhythmic pump that strummed the cords in her lower belly to life before they had a chance to recover. He watched her, fathomless eyes laying bare the true core of his spirit. Damp strands of hair hung over his handsome face. She reached up and tucked one behind his ear only to watch it slide back over his eyes. Her fingertips burned to touch him, explore the man who, until last night, remained hidden beneath clothes and humor. She traced the chiseled bones that led to shallow hollows in his cheeks. His strong jaw strained, as did the tendons in his neck. His broad shoulders and arms, corded with fine-honed muscle, were steel beneath her skin. The light touch of flesh against flesh made her tingle and tugged at the coils in her womb.

She didn’t want to look away from him. She didn’t want to miss a moment of his tender spirit soothing her own through his intense gaze. But as her hands traversed the sleek expanse of his shoulders and reached his pecs, she couldn’t resist. Muscle flexed beneath her palms, mimicking the gentle glide of his cock filling her. His flesh was hot and hard, taut and tense. Trailing lower, his waist narrowed, encasing a beautiful set of abs that rivaled any she’d seen on television. Lower still, her hands molded around the firm globes of his ass, flexing and contracting with each rock of his hips.

Nature’s creation at its best hovered over her.

At last, she turned her attention back to him. To his eyes. They were so dark and magnetic. Her heart fluttered, her throat clamping shut. Her stomach did the strangest roll as the synchronized motion of his hips twisted her belly into knots and teased her pulsing clit.

He drew out, leaving the tip of his wide crown just within her pussy, then slid back inside. One slow thrust at a time.

“You’re being gentle,” she murmured, digging her fingers into his ass. A small grin tugged the corner of his mouth. “Didn’t think it was in you to take me patiently.”

“There’s a lot in this man, most of all taking you patiently, doll,” Slade answered in a husk so rich and deep it purred along her nerves. “You’re feeling sinful and tight around my cock, you know that?”

“And you feel heavy and full in my pussy.” Kasa reached up and nipped his bottom lip. With her lips still against his, she whispered, “Your cock is stretching me, and it feels so good. But I want more.”

“Tell me what you want.”