Hill, Meagan - Master Me [Masterson] (Siren Publishing Classic) (15 page)

“I had just about decided to kill myself when I decided to go to one last place. I didn’t intend to actually scout for anyone but went through the motions to buy myself a few more days. That was yesterday. It seems like much longer than that, so much has happened since then.

“We don’t have a whole lot of time to prepare to confront them. If I don’t check in by tomorrow at noon, they’ll know something is up and will begin searching for me. Also, I wasn’t the only Searcher out this week. If Carl succeeds in finding someone, another person will become a victim.

“Cabela will not be easy to destroy. He is very powerful. From what little I’ve heard about his past, he was not a Master when he turned evil, though his power grows with each person he destroys. I have heard gossip that he is bound to the devil and that is where all of his power comes from. Right before I left, I learned he’s scheduled a rite for Saturday. All members are required to attend. That is why he wants a new female latent. He wanted to use her as a sexual sacrifice, though I’ve actually heard rumblings he’s considering a full virgin sacrifice. If we don’t bring him a latent this week, he may simply snatch a child off the streets for the sacrifice. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s taken a regular child for some type of rite and then just dumped them after he’s done.”

The entire room was silent after Miranda finished. She could sense shock, outrage, anger, sadness, and a few more less intense emotions floating about the room. The strongest emotion by far, though, was determination.

Malcolm looked around the room, measuring each member’s expression. “It’s now Wednesday evening. I would prefer we attack when everyone is there so we don’t miss anyone. Unfortunately, that doesn’t give us a lot of time to prepare for a full-scale battle. Do you think we can pull it together and get there in time to prevent Cabela from taking another person victim?” Immediately, everyone in the room began nodding.

One member asked, “What about getting our sister covens to help? It sounds like the numbers are fairly even right now, and we’re going onto their home turf.”

Malcolm considered the question for a moment before answering, “Excellent point. I will speak with John and James when we conclude our discussion tonight. If they agree, I want the healers to stay in the background during the battle, though we will need them once the fighting is over. Anthony,” Malcolm turned to address his personal assistant, “I need you to make transportation and accommodation arrangements for the entire group. Try to get us there as early on Friday as possible. Assume that John and James’s groups are joining us. It’s easier to scale back than expand outward.” Anthony nodded his head in understanding, so Malcolm turned back to the group. “Anyone else have questions or comments?” At everyone’s negative response, the group broke up to go begin preparations for the battle to come.

Chapter 6

Mitch and Miranda were silent as they rode back to the house with his parents. Once there, Malcolm turned to them. “Miranda, I hate to say this, but we’re going to need you to be a part of the attack.” Mitch immediately began to protest before Malcolm cut him off. “I know, Mitch, I don’t want her there either, but she’s the only one who will know the layout of the house and who each person is. I’ve tried to think of other ways to do it, but it’s the only way I can come up with that ensures we get the right people without putting our own members in additional jeopardy.”

Mitch was silent for a moment before answering grudgingly. “You’re right. I know, tactically, it’s the only solution. You’ll need to get John or James to be your second then because I’m not leaving her side. There’s no way I’m going to let anything happen to her again.” Mitch turned to look at Miranda, gauging her reaction to the plan.

“I never expected to not be part of the attack. I may not know how to fight, but I know that compound inside and out. Besides, this is, at its heart, my fight. I’m not going to ask someone to go into battle if I’m not prepared to do so myself.”

Malcolm and Mitch nodded their understanding before Nina spoke up. “Miranda, I think you have more of an arsenal than you realize. I know you now have powers you haven’t explored yet, and you shouldn’t rely on those in a pinch, but like the Merlin said, you were already very powerful. I cannot see anything specific about the fight except that it will be decided by you doing something you already know you can do.”

Miranda was silent for a moment as she thought about what Nina had imparted before drawling, “Well, damn, Nina, thanks for all the extra pressure. As if I don’t already have enough on my mind.” The entire group laughed heartily before splitting up, with Mitch and Miranda heading to the kitchen for food, and Malcolm and Nina going to his study to call James and John about joining them.

After eating their fill, they returned to their room, the electricity between them thickening in anticipation. As soon as the bedroom door clicked shut behind them, they slammed into each other, their mouths meeting hungrily as their hands roamed across each other’s body. Clothes were quickly discarded as their moans and sighs filled the room.

Mitch pulled back a bit, trying to cool his reaction so he could concentrate more fully on her pleasure. “Miranda, I love you. I can’t believe we’re mated. I’m so grateful for you coming into my life.” Mitch backed her to the edge of the bed before helping her move into the center. He sat back on his heels for a moment, looking over the perfected body of his lifemate. She was absolutely beautiful, and now that she’d stopped aging, she always would be. He was astounded at the blessing he’d been given, and he planned on worshipping her as often as she would allow him.

“No, Mitch, I’m grateful for you. You saved me in every way possible.”

“Then I guess we saved each other. We can spend the rest of forever thanking each other.” He leaned in for another deep kiss. Mitch stretched out next to her, bracing his upper body slightly over hers with his left elbow as his right hand began to caress and explore. He started at her neck, stroking the skin covering her thrumming pulse softly before trailing downward to gently cup her left breast. Miranda’s hands roamed over Mitch’s chest slowly, lining each ridge of muscle so softly that goose bumps followed her touch.

Mitch brushed her nipple with his thumb, causing it to tighten into a hard nub, and he just had to taste it. He continued to fondle her breast as he kissed a line across her jaw and down her neck, finally reaching his current goal of her right breast. His tongue laved the pale skin surrounding her nipple, pausing to nip on occasion before flicking her taut nipple. Miranda moaned deeply and arched her back, instinctively offering him more. He continued his attention to her breasts, switching back and forth until both were swollen and heavy, the nipples incredibly hard and sensitive. He continued his explorations downward, his hand drifting across her abdomen before sliding around to grasp her perfect ass. He continued to kiss his way down her stomach, nipping lightly at her hip bones before nuzzling the top of one thigh. His hands stroked the soft skin covering her legs before gently widening them.

Mitch wedged his shoulders between her silken thighs, finally getting a good look at her womanhood. She was as beautiful there as she was all over. Her folds were glistening with her excitement, the sparse blonde hair accenting the plump pink flesh below. He swallowed heavily, suddenly ravenous to have this sweet part of her in his mouth. He raised his eyes to hers, finding her staring back at him with surprise and desire. Mitch lowered his mouth slowly, keeping his eyes locked with hers, watching her reaction. Clearly, no one had ever touched her like this before. He breathed in deeply, inhaling as much of her scent as possible, his body thrumming with his need for her. Finally, he let his lips graze against her tuft, brushing against it slightly before placing a soft kiss on her nether lips.

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure before she arched sharply against his face, pushing her mound against him in a request for more. She moaned loudly before calling his name. “Mitch! That feels so good. Please don’t stop, don’t ever stop.” Her breath quickened as her excitement rose, soon turning to pants.

“I have no intention of stopping until you come against my tongue, Miranda.” Mitch thrust his face back against her wet flesh, earning a hoarse cry. His tongue explored her folds while he eased a finger into her entrance, beginning to stretch her tissues to be ready for his coming invasion of her body. He found her extremely tight and knew he would have to be patient in his preparations of her. He began thrusting his finger inside her gently while his tongue found the bundle of nerves at the top. Her clit was swollen with her need, and her body shuddered under him as he teased it with his tongue and lips. Miranda’s hips began to move in concert with his hand’s thrusts. Feeling her release approaching, he added a second finger, more focused on wringing her climax from her than on preparing her for him. He continued his ministrations on her clit, pausing to nip and suck her lips on occasion before returning to tease her higher.

Miranda’s moans were constant now between utterances of Mitch’s name, partially formed thoughts, and the occasional naughty word. Her knees were spread wide, giving Mitch as much room as possible, while her hands were fisted into the sheets beside her. Her hips continued their thrusting, though she had no conscious control of it. Her need was coiled tightly in her stomach as her muscles clenched tighter, preparing for the explosion to come. When Mitch added a third finger, Miranda could no longer hold on.

Mitch could feel the tremors start as soon as he’d added the third finger. They spread and strengthened until he had to hold her hips down to keep from being bucked off of her. Even with his efforts, her back arched sharply off the bed as her body convulsed with pleasure. The sound of his name echoed around their room as she howled out her release to the world. Mitch maintained his movements against her body with his tongue, her inner muscles clamped down so tightly on his fingers that he couldn’t move them without causing her pain. She remained at the apex of her climax for several long seconds before finally relaxing back down to the bed. Her body continued to tremble as she gasped repeatedly, trying to regain her breath. Mitch had stopped his movements when she’d begun to relax, and he was finally able to remove his hand from her. He sucked the juices from his hand before cleaning her up with his tongue as best he could. Mitch’s body was also trembling due to the overwhelming need he was fighting. He pulled Miranda into his arms, trying to quell the flames within him as she recovered from her explosion.

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When she was able to, Miranda blinked open her eyes, finding Mitch watching her closely. His eyes shone a vivid blue, the color deepened with lust. She could feel the tremors running through his body as he fought his desires, his cock hard and throbbing against her hip where he’d pressed against her in an unconscious attempt to ease the pain. Seeing him so enflamed sent a charge through Miranda, instantly reawakening her own need.

Miranda moved so that he rolled onto his back, bringing her with him so that she lay sprawled on top of him. His arms wrapped around her shoulders to bury his hands into her hair, where they clenched and released rhythmically. Miranda leaned forward to kiss him, but he resisted her for a moment, reminding her where his mouth had just been. He was giving her the opportunity to decline tasting her own fluids. Instead of being disgusted as he’d feared, it only made Miranda more excited. She dived into him, pressing her mouth against his tightly, licking and tasting. They both moaned deeply as their kiss became animalistic. Pulling her mouth from his, she continued to lick and nip at his chin and jawline, cleaning the last of her fluids from his face before moving downward. She ran her tongue across his mated ring, discovering the flesh was highly sensitized as he shuddered beneath her.

She moved so she was straddling his hips, his jutting cock pressing against her lower stomach as she bent over him. Miranda moved across Mitch’s chest, dragging her tongue across the hard planes before flicking at his flat nipple, bringing it to a hard little nub. She didn’t pause long. She could feel Mitch’s desperation for his release as he shifted and jerked under her, along with the continuous deep growls.

His breathing stuttered in his chest as she dragged her teeth across his abdomen to one of his hip bones, placing a sharp bite on the skin there. Mitch was hanging on by just the smallest bit of control, and he feared losing his mind before she was done. He pulled his hands from her hair gently, not wanting to accidentally pull it in his excitement, before reaching up to grasp the iron headboard. He almost lost it completely when she moved even lower, her hair dragging across his straining cock. “Miranda! I’m so close, baby. Please, just touch me!”

Miranda didn’t bother to answer him. Instead, she turned her face to nuzzle her cheek against his throbbing shaft before bringing her lips to his tip. Miranda raised her eyes to his, finding him looking feral and out of control. She found the idea of him losing control because of her incredibly thrilling and decided to see if she could push him to do so. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she opened her mouth so that her tongue peaked out before slowly licking the moisture accumulated on the head of his cock. As soon as her tongue touched his skin, his body convulsed, and he grunted loudly, like he’d taken a hard hit to the gut. Taking pity on him, she wrapped her lips around him, sucking lightly, before moving her head down, taking him as deep as she could, wrapping one hand around what she couldn’t reach. She bobbed her head several times, running her tongue along his shaft before swirling it over the highly sensitive head. Mitch’s shudders became harsher, as did his breathing. With her next pass upward, Miranda dragged her bottom teeth gently up his shaft.