Kiss of Heat (14 page)

“I just bet it would have.” She slapped at him as he moved, pushing her to the bed, restraining her hands to the mattress as he straddled her. “Get off me, moron. Merinus is right; you’re an asshole, plain and simple. You’re not worth talking to.”

“Then don’t talk,” he snapped furiously. “Because I’ll be damned if you make sense when you do. Put that smart-assed mouth to some good use and kiss me instead.”

Chapter Fifteen

Kiss him she did. Furious, hungry, desperate, their mouths mated, tongues twining, giving and taking until Sherra thought she would explode from the pleasure of that alone. He infuriated her. He drove her insane. But below it all was this need. This terrible physical and emotional hunger that she could never still.

Sherra was smart enough to know that it went beyond just the mating heat. There was a need that curled inside her very soul, stretched and roared in demand. She whimpered beneath the onslaught of heated yearning and awakening emotion, her body clenching, tightening, as her nails bit into Kane’s hard shoulders and her tongue pressed passionately into his mouth.

His lips closed on it, his mouth drawing on the swollen flesh as he pushed her thighs apart, positioning his erection, sliding it between her plump pussy lips as he groaned roughly.

Sherra could feel the moisture there slickening the broad head of his cock, preparing her for the invasion that she knew would take her past all her preconceived notions of pleasure. There was nothing like being touched by Kane. Being held and loved by him.

“You’re so hot,” he whispered when he tore his lips from hers. “So hot and sweet, baby, it’s like being surrounded by the sweetest fire on earth. Burn me again, Sherra.”

His lips buried at her throat as he began to work his cock inside her. Short, fierce thrusts that opened her, stretched her, had her screaming for more of the erotic pain that built inside her cunt.

“There, kitty. So sweet and hot. You fit me perfectly,” he groaned roughly as the last inches slid in, seating him fully inside her, sending impulses of exquisite pleasure ricocheting through her body. She could feel him, so thick and hard, wedged inside her, stretching her until the boundary between pleasure and pain could no longer be distinguished.

“Look at me, Sherra,” he whispered, his voice strained as he raised his head, bracing his weight on his elbows as he stared down at her intently. “Look at me, baby. See how wild you make me. See me, Sherra. Just this once.”

Her breath hitched at the huskily spoken plea. His eyes mesmerized her. So deep, dark and filled with emotion, haunted with pain and pleasure as he moved slowly inside the convulsive grip of her pussy. Her womb flexed as he stared down at her, the eroticism of watching his face flush, his eyes glitter with sexual hunger, filled her like a surge of electrical energy. Her hips jerked, driving him deeper as her neck arched, his hands tugging at her hair where they threaded snugly within the strands.

“Tell me it feels good, Sherra.” A slow, sexy smile shaped his swollen lips as his cheeks flushed a deep, brick red. “Talk to me, darlin’. Let me hear your voice, sweet and low and rough from needing me.”

“You’re crazy,” she gasped as his hips rotated, his cock screwing into her deeper when she thought it wasn’t possible for him to get further inside her. “You want me to talk to you?”

“Mmm,” he murmured, lowering his head just enough to kiss the corner of her lips before he rose again, watching her carefully. “Tell me how good my cock feels inside you, Sherra. Do you like this…?”

Her back arched, a low, fierce growl emitting from between her lips as he pulled back several inches then thrust in deep again. Nerve endings caught fire, her womb convulsed and a shiver of impending release shuddered through her body. She could feel it, just out of reach, despite the fact that he was doing little more than filling her sensitive pussy, his cock throbbing like another heartbeat inside her.

“Yes. Yes. I like that.” She writhed beneath him, the pleasure whipping through her like an impending firestorm. “More.”

“More?” His hands tugged at her hair as his hips rotated again, the head of his erection stroking her sensitive flesh, sending building waves of sensation tearing through her.

What was he doing to her? Why was he delaying the release she knew tormented him as well? Sherra could feel the building sensations bordering on pain within her own body. Each thrust sent her higher, closer, but they were too few to send her over the edge.

“More,” she panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “What do you want, Kane? Do you want me to beg?”

He was driving her crazy. She fought to drive her cunt harder onto the impalement of his cock, but he used his weight to hold her to the bed, to control the movement of her hips as her legs rose to wrap around his lower back.

“I want what you gave me the first time, Sherra,” he told her. “I know you haven’t forgotten. You couldn’t have forgotten.” For a moment his voice was tortured, his expression flickering with pain as perspiration dampened his features.

Yes. She remembered. Every moment of that night, every touch, every…

She whispered a protest, her gaze going to his roughly scarred chest and the mark she had left so long ago.

She had whispered to him before placing the wound. Words that echoed in her mind, filled her with lust and left her longing for the same haunting need she glimpsed in his eyes.

“Kane.” She protested the rising hunger to go back, to allow the dreams to take over once again.

“I’ll never leave you again, Sherra.” He stilled inside her as she stared up at him in shock.

Her soul wailed in misery at his words.

“Stop.” She shook her head desperately. “Not now. Not yet.”

She couldn’t deal with the overload of emotions while his cock was straining the walls of her pussy, the need for orgasm beating at her brain.

“Now.” He denied her the need to hide any longer. And hiding, she knew, was exactly what she had been doing. “Here, now, Sherra.”

His hips bunched as he began slowly—too damned slowly for the needs rocking through her—pumping inside her just enough to keep the pain from clawing at her womb, but not enough for orgasm.

“Do you like that, baby? Do you like feeling my cock fucking inside your tight pussy, making us both crazier by the second?” he asked her softly, an echo of the past. “Tell me what you want, Sherra. I’ll give you anything you want.”

“No.” Her head thrashed against the mattress as she fought the potent, irresistible call of her own soul, and the needs hammering at her brain. “Stop this, Kane. Please. Just let me come.”

“No,” he growled, baring his teeth as his own body shuddered with the need. “Not yet. Feel it, baby. Feel how good it is.”

He drove inside her hard, paused, his cock throbbing heavily inside the sensitive clasp of her pussy.

“Kane…” She sobbed his name.

“Now…” He drove inside her again. Paused. His eyes watched her, glittering wildly, hunger and demand tightening every line of his expression. “Now.”

“Oh God.” Her hips jerked at the next hard thrust, her head turning, her tongue swiping over the mark on his chest as he suddenly stilled. “Fuck me, Kane. Fuck me hard and hot until nothing matters but us. Nothing but us…” Her mouth covered the spot, her teeth raking over it, then her tongue, a second before she bit him.

A male shout of satisfaction filled the room as he began to move. One hand lowered to her hip as his own began to churn, thrust, driving his cock deep and hard inside her as she tasted blood. Her tongue, rasping and filled with the unique mating hormone, began to lap at the wound, her mouth sucking at his flesh as the taste of him became the final straw to drive her past reason. Her orgasm erupted, her pussy tightening on his driving cock as she tore her mouth from his chest to scream out her completion.

“Fuck yes. Come for me, baby.” His head buried at her neck as he stroked inside her powerfully, lengthening, driving her orgasm higher until reality, past and present, was extinguished. There were only she and Kane. Together, melting, blending, orgasm and bonding clashed and in the fires of their release, they melded as one.

Chapter Sixteen

“How dare you hide this from me?” Roni’s voice met Kane the next morning as he came downstairs. The tension in the compound was getting to them all. The enforced confinement was driving Merinus and Roni crazy and in turn they were driving them all crazy. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched curiously as Roni gave her mate hell.

The dark-haired beauty faced Taber, her fists clenched at her sides, tears streaking down her face as she screamed at him. Taber was pale, his eyes desperate as he stared at his wife.

“Roni, you don’t understand.” He ran his hands over his face in irritation. “I was going to tell you. As soon as I thought you were strong enough…”

“You fuck me until I can’t breathe but you think I’m not strong enough to talk?”

Kane winced. Boy, did she have him there.

“The situation is too dangerous…”

“And you’re too full of excuses.” Her finger poked into his chest. “They’re my family. All I have left. After the hell my stepfather put me through I can’t believe you would hide this from me.”

“That was why, dammit,” Taber cursed. “Roni, please, you have to understand…”

“I don’t have to do jack,” she snapped. “You, on the other hand, better find another bed.”

Taber, without his mate to help rid him of some of that excess energy that fueled his temper? Kane didn’t think so.

“A Feline divorce,” Kane quipped as he came down the stairs. “Can I watch? I might need to take notes.”

Taber snarled as they turned to face him. Roni’s eyes flashed with fury.

“Did I ask for your help?” she asked Kane angrily.

Kane shrugged. “You don’t have to ask, Roni. I told you, I’ll give you and Merinus advice for free. It’s the least I can do, seeing as how you’re chained to such rude, deceptive beings as these Felines.” He smiled with all the male innocence he could muster. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to heat an already hot situation.

“I’m going to rip your fucking throat out, Tyler,” Taber promised him.

Kane lifted a brow mockingly. “Hey, it’s not my fault you thought you knew what she could handle. She’s an adult. Hell, let her live for a change.”

Taber’s snarl was violent.

“This is none of your business,” Roni informed him snidely. “Go away, Kane.”

He glanced at Taber and shrugged. “See? She’s perfectly capable of handling betrayal. You worried too much.”

“He did not betray me,” Roni gasped, turning on him now. “What is your damned problem?”

Kane shrugged. “He’s an ill-tempered bag of misfit genetics who lied to you. You deserve better.”

“He didn’t lie,” she snapped.

Taber was growling like the rabid panther he was. Kane loved it. The other man’s hands were effectively tied for the moment as long as pleasing his mate meant more than his fury.

“He didn’t?” Kane frowned. “Then why are you so pissed?”

“Because he didn’t tell me, asshole.” Her snarl rivaled Taber’s.

Kane gave Taber a disapproving glance. “Shame on you.” He turned back to Roni. “You’re splitting hairs. Deception is deception. I know a good divorce lawyer. I could get his number for you.”

Her mouth opened then snapped closed as she growled at him with a baring of teeth that made him more than a little nervous. Taber should be taking lessons from her.

“Do you think I don’t know what you’re up to, buster?” she asked him furiously. “If you want a fight with Taber so damned bad then here he is. Fight with him alone. I’m sure he’ll bring me
your
skin before the day is over because you’re a moron. I don’t want to divorce him, all I wanted to do was yell at him for being so damned arrogant and you just had to fucking ruin it.”

She stomped out of the room as her mate stared at her incredulously then turned back to Kane.

“I can’t believe she is giving me permission to kick your arrogant ass now.” He shook his head wearily. “I have a feeling I should be thanking you, but I haven’t figured out what for yet.”

Kane chuckled. “Hell, if she was really mad, she would have shot you. Go take her to meet her daddy and then pet her when she’s crying over it and she’ll be okay. Pregnancy hormones are a bitch.” He grinned. “Merinus is driving Callan crazy with them.”

Kane moved for the front door when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned back, watching as Taber shifted uncomfortably.

“I don’t like seeing Sherra hurting,” Taber finally said in frustration. “And I sure as hell don’t like the little insults you seem to throw out so easily, but thanks. I was afraid she was ready to walk out for good.”

“No problem, cat boy. Just don’t start purring all over me or I might have to shoot you myself.” He shrugged his shoulders, not in the least comfortable with Taber’s sudden shift in mood.

Taber laughed mockingly as he shook his head at Kane’s response.

“Callan’s right,” he said. “You really can’t help yourself. You know someone will kill you for those insults eventually, don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kane snorted. “I expect to hear your celebration clear into the deepest depths of hell. Now I have work to do even if you don’t. Later, purr bag.”

* * * * *

“You’re in trouble there, Sis,” Sherra flinched as Taber’s voice echoed up the stairs after Kane’s departure. “I have to admit, he kind of grows on you.”

She had watched the confrontation herself, amazed at how easily Kane had managed to diffuse Roni’s anger. But she had seen something else, too. She had seen the way his shoulders tensed, the flash of concern on his expression as his profile turned to her. He cared.

She shook her head, realizing then how much Kane did care about them all. It wasn’t the first time he had drawn someone’s anger to him rather than allow it to grow into an explosive situation between others. His shoulders were broad and strong, but she wondered how much longer he could shoulder the burdens he often took on.

“Yeah, I realize that.” Sherra walked down the stairs, tugging on her black jacket and adjusting the comm link to her ear as she headed for the front door. “I’ve known that for a long time now, Taber.”