thing could do permanent damage. She noticed his
discomfort and jerked her gaze back to the road.
“Good. I’d hate for something to happen to
you.”
He grinned. “So you’re finally coming
around?”
She shook her head. “The Branch…that’s not
something I can live with. Sorry.”
He should tell her, explain that he was
leaving and staying in the city to straighten out his pack. But he
held back. Why? He wanted her to accept him no matter what he did,
yes. But there was something more, a part of him that was afraid
he’d be giving up too much control. And control was the most
important thing in his life. He needed her to come to him no matter
his circumstances, and he hated that need, hated that his need for
her was already slipping from just physical to something else
entirely. So he said nothing, struggled to shut himself down and
remember Sebastian’s buried mate.
They rode in silence until night fell, when
the weretiger stepped into the road and signaled them to follow. He
led them to a small cave a few yards in the woods and shifted back
into human shape. Kane walked in and looked around. The ceiling was
high enough he could stand, but it wasn’t very big, about twenty
feet wide and thirty feet deep. At least it was uninhabited and
would give them shelter if the gathering rain clouds let loose.
Sebastian and Mathias took the horses,
getting them unsaddled, fed and watered while he and Calista
searched the bags for food. It would be dried beef and biscuits.
They didn’t dare risk a fire for something more palatable this far
south of the city.
After they ate, the other two weres spoke
softly with him before grabbing a couple of bedrolls and heading
outside.
“Where are they going?” Calista asked.
“Keeping guard,” he answered, pausing before
adding, “and giving us privacy.”
She snorted and opened the bedroll with a
flick of her wrist, letting it settle to the ground. “No need for
that.”
Her implication was clear, and he was glad
she couldn’t see his relieved expression in the dark cave. She
spoke with her usual caustic tone, not the rage from this morning.
He picked up the other bedroll and approached her, staying quiet so
as not to alert her and caught her hips in his grip before she
could sit down. A gasp caught in her throat, and she shoved a hand
against his chest.
“Don’t sneak up me like that.”
He pulled her forward, lowering his lips to
her neck. “Yes, ma’am,” he whispered, distracted by her taste, her
tantalizing scent. What was it that drew him to this woman so
strongly?
He bit into the soft skin on her nape, and a
gasp caught in her throat. She released it on a moan, leaning into
his embrace and tugging his shirt free. Running her hands up under
it, she stroked his skin. Started a fire raging in his veins. By
unspoken mutual agreement, they broke apart and hurried to strip
all their clothes off.
When they came back together, her skin was
hot, and the hand he pushed between her legs came away wet. He
brought a finger to his mouth to taste her. Perfect. His. He wanted
to finesse her, drive her high like he’d done last night, but his
need was too great. He spun her around and pulled her back up
against his chest. Reaching around her, he palmed her breasts,
their lush fullness spilling into his hands, the nipples hardening
under his caress.
As he kneaded them, pinched them into hard
tips, she ground her pelvis back against him, spreading her legs a
little so his cock slid between them. The scent of her arousal grew
heavy in the night air, and it drove the wolf side of his nature.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. Pushing her to ground, he positioned
her on all fours and moved in behind her. She thrust back against
him, impatient, demanding. He chuckled, but didn’t comply. He ran a
hand down her back, from the nape of her neck to her ass. Soft,
gentle, commanding. He doubted she’d understand how beautiful he
found her like this, how much it appealed to the
discomfort and jerked her gaze back to the road.
“Good. I’d hate for something to happen to
you.”
He grinned. “So you’re finally coming
around?”
She shook her head. “The Branch…that’s not
something I can live with. Sorry.”
He should tell her, explain that he was
leaving and staying in the city to straighten out his pack. But he
held back. Why? He wanted her to accept him no matter what he did,
yes. But there was something more, a part of him that was afraid
he’d be giving up too much control. And control was the most
important thing in his life. He needed her to come to him no matter
his circumstances, and he hated that need, hated that his need for
her was already slipping from just physical to something else
entirely. So he said nothing, struggled to shut himself down and
remember Sebastian’s buried mate.
They rode in silence until night fell, when
the weretiger stepped into the road and signaled them to follow. He
led them to a small cave a few yards in the woods and shifted back
into human shape. Kane walked in and looked around. The ceiling was
high enough he could stand, but it wasn’t very big, about twenty
feet wide and thirty feet deep. At least it was uninhabited and
would give them shelter if the gathering rain clouds let loose.
Sebastian and Mathias took the horses,
getting them unsaddled, fed and watered while he and Calista
searched the bags for food. It would be dried beef and biscuits.
They didn’t dare risk a fire for something more palatable this far
south of the city.
After they ate, the other two weres spoke
softly with him before grabbing a couple of bedrolls and heading
outside.
“Where are they going?” Calista asked.
“Keeping guard,” he answered, pausing before
adding, “and giving us privacy.”
She snorted and opened the bedroll with a
flick of her wrist, letting it settle to the ground. “No need for
that.”
Her implication was clear, and he was glad
she couldn’t see his relieved expression in the dark cave. She
spoke with her usual caustic tone, not the rage from this morning.
He picked up the other bedroll and approached her, staying quiet so
as not to alert her and caught her hips in his grip before she
could sit down. A gasp caught in her throat, and she shoved a hand
against his chest.
“Don’t sneak up me like that.”
He pulled her forward, lowering his lips to
her neck. “Yes, ma’am,” he whispered, distracted by her taste, her
tantalizing scent. What was it that drew him to this woman so
strongly?
He bit into the soft skin on her nape, and a
gasp caught in her throat. She released it on a moan, leaning into
his embrace and tugging his shirt free. Running her hands up under
it, she stroked his skin. Started a fire raging in his veins. By
unspoken mutual agreement, they broke apart and hurried to strip
all their clothes off.
When they came back together, her skin was
hot, and the hand he pushed between her legs came away wet. He
brought a finger to his mouth to taste her. Perfect. His. He wanted
to finesse her, drive her high like he’d done last night, but his
need was too great. He spun her around and pulled her back up
against his chest. Reaching around her, he palmed her breasts,
their lush fullness spilling into his hands, the nipples hardening
under his caress.
As he kneaded them, pinched them into hard
tips, she ground her pelvis back against him, spreading her legs a
little so his cock slid between them. The scent of her arousal grew
heavy in the night air, and it drove the wolf side of his nature.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. Pushing her to ground, he positioned
her on all fours and moved in behind her. She thrust back against
him, impatient, demanding. He chuckled, but didn’t comply. He ran a
hand down her back, from the nape of her neck to her ass. Soft,
gentle, commanding. He doubted she’d understand how beautiful he
found her like this, how much it appealed to the
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