Wild Hunts (19 page)

Her men began to move, a synchronized swaying that left her entire body zinging with pleasure. Micah rocked up and down, playing her clit like a violin. Slade rocked back and forth, stimulating nerves that came to life the moment he pressed inside her anus, feeding the molten fuel that strummed within her pussy. Micah kneaded her breasts, which were wedged against his solid chest. His tongue swept through her mouth, mimicking each plunge he made into her cunt. Slade nibbled her shoulders, erotic pinches that left her hot body covered in goose bumps.

Bursts of white punctuated her mind. She could barely catch her breath as the intense pressure bearing down in her pussy exploded. She screamed out. Wave after undulating wave of pleasure ripped through her. Everything quaked and tightened, pulsing out of control. Micah’s thrusts grew more desperate, low grunts mixing with her unabashed cries. She panted, blinded by her orgasm. She moved between her men, seeking more, unable to give direction to her convulsing limbs. She dug her fingers into Micah’s shoulders. Slade’s fingers tugged at her hair, tipping her head back enough for him to claim her mouth and drink each cry in a kiss that merely forced her to focus on the overwhelming pleasure that continued to explode like a series of bombs being detonated.

“That’s right, baby. Scream your joy.”

Slade’s voice was nothing but a hazy whisper in her clouded mind. He ended their kiss abruptly, his balls smacking against her before he howled. Semen pumped into her from behind, accentuating the riveting contractions from her descending orgasm. Micah thrust one last time and fire poured out of him, filling her womb.

She dropped, first her head followed by her entire body, onto Micah, muscles liquefied. His heart thundered against her ear. His chest rose and fell in rapid succession. Slade stretched against her back, the vibration of his heart echoing through her spine and ribs. His hot breaths splayed over her sweat-sheened flesh in quick spurts. Residual tremors racked along her arms and legs.

She couldn’t move. Hell, she never wanted to move.

“That was…I don’t think I’ve words to describe it,” she whispered.

Micah combed mussed hair from her face. His fingers trembled slightly, a reaction she hadn’t expected from a man so in control. He lifted his head and rested a soft kiss against her hair. Her wolf simmered down within her spirit, content with her mating. Slade and Micah both nestled up to her wolf, surrounding her with their powerful warmth and protection.

Slade pulled out of her, leaving her empty and cold. He rolled off her back and lowered himself beside Micah. Gently, he pulled her against him, her back to his front. Micah shifted onto his side, his arm wedged beneath her head. Heat permeated the air around her. The heady scent of spent semen and her musk lent a thick, sensual aroma to the room. The basic scents that were raw male and female, earthiness with a touch of sweetness, lulled her fatigued mind. Within moments, her body relaxed completely, sated for the time being. Powder blue eyes watched her as she fought to remain awake. She was tired. The stress of last night, the anxiety mounting throughout the day, the anticipation of a hunt, the out-of-this-world sex she just had…it left her exhausted.

Slade kissed her temple. She barely had the strength to turn her head enough to catch his dark gaze. A small grin played along his sensuous mouth.

“Sleep, sweetheart. You’re safe with us.” He kissed her forehead before settling down behind her again. His arm tightened around her waist, fitting her rear against his hips. Micah traced her brow, trailed his finger down to trace her swollen lips. In those short, silent moments, she realized what she caught a glimpse of before.

Admiration. And something much, much more sacred.

She nuzzled her head into the crook of his arm and slipped her arm around his broad chest. His skin was feverish and firm, just like Slade’s, and her delicate figure was perfectly tucked between them both.

“Right where you belong, little love. Always and forever,”
Micah cooed as her eyes drifted close.

Chapter Ten

Micah had no intentions of dozing off. Tonight, of all nights, he let his better self get carried away.

The piercing howl, followed shortly by a second howl, jolted him from slumber. He stared at the ceiling of Kasa’s bedroom for a long moment, waiting for sleep to subside. His fingers tingled. He looked down to find Kasa pressed like a precious gift against his side. Her head lay on his bicep, but Slade’s head cut off the circulation of blood from his forearm down.

Another howl split through the wind gusts that caused the small cabin to creak. He managed to release his arm from beneath his brother and Kasa without waking either of them.

“Jordan, you out there already?”
he called. Static filled his mind with an inaudible response. He lifted Kasa’s arm, still tucked around his chest, and kissed the tips of her fingers before easing them to the bed. She sighed and turned, taking to hugging his brother without waking. Good. If he had to look into her eyes because she woke, it would be hell leaving the cabin.

Decades had come and gone, chilling his emotions until he cared little beyond his family. After Reiny’s murder, that small flicker of humanity smothered to a single ember beneath all his rage. He’d waited too damn long for his mate, for these frozen feelings that seeped out of the cold void in his heart. He’d waited too long for that solitary ember to be fanned back from the brink of extinction.

He vowed never to let anything happen to Kasa. She’d become the very force that could sustain him, show him how to be human again.

Micah climbed out of bed, careful not to jostle the mattress. He slid out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

“Jordan, where’re you at?”

“Rebel pack’s breached our territory. They’re slinking through the storm.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Micah hurried out of the cabin and transformed once he secured the front door.

“How close? Where are you?”

“Prowling the forest about a hundred yards out from my cabin. Where the hell have you been?”
After a short pause, Jordan groaned.
“Hell, don’t tell me. Should’ve known.”

“You might want to know your sister tried running out to hunt tonight. Apparently, your man Luke has a loose tongue when it comes to his mate.”
Micah bounded into the forest, ignoring the sting of snowflakes as they hit his eyes. He snorted, swatted his nose, and finally caught onto Jordan’s faint trail. The storm was wreaking havoc with all scents, powdery snow covering paths and distorting tracks.

“I’ll be sure to address that once we’ve taken control of these rabid dogs.”

“I’d suggest so. Next time I catch my mate climbing out her window like a fugitive because our secret plan happened to be not so secret, I’ll be picking bones with him myself.”
Micah snarled, skating between two close tree trunks.
“I don’t mean that figuratively, either.”

“Where are you now?”

“Coming up behind you.”

Micah caught the obscured contrast of colors a short distance ahead of him. The white snow was a disadvantage to Jordan and his pack. The gray-and-whites appeared to have the easiest time blending in with their surroundings.

As for himself, he liked his black coat and had no problem standing out. Let some pack of rebels try and take him down. Adrenaline fed the furious pumping of blood through his wolfen body. He craved a challenging fight tonight.

Then he’d get back to Kasa with a little more ease in his stride.

He pressed forward, slowing down to a trot. Wolves bayed close by, bringing him to an abrupt halt. He stood, rock still, ears perked up. He listened carefully to the cries of the rebels. One came from straight ahead, far in the distance. Some came from his right, some from his left.

“They’ve got our position locked down. They’re surrounding us,”
Micah informed.

“What makes you think that?”
Jordan asked.

“Like to tell me how the hell you’ve survived this long if you can’t even answer your own damn question? Aren’t you listening?”

Micah lowered himself to the ground. The snow reached his elbows and the rapidly increasing depth covered a good portion of his body. Everything might be covered in thick white, but shadows still lurked in the forest. It may be enough to provide a good cover for him.

The howling increased, slashing through the blustery winds. They were closing in around them. The wind shifted, snow swirling in no clear direction. The harder Micah tried to latch onto the enemy’s scents, the more elusive they became. One thing was certain: Within moments, the rebels would have them trapped in a ring if they didn’t move, and fast.

The only way to break free would be to break
up
.

His heart quickened. Déjà vu side slapped him. The last time he suggested a split, Reiny was killed.

There was no other way.

“Jordan, we need to split up. In groups. No one go alone. We’ve no idea how many are approaching, but we’re omegas sitting here, waiting for Fate to roll the dice. They’ll have strength in numbers if we’re corralled.”

“And they won’t if we split?”
Jordan asked skeptically. Micah cocked his head, tipping his snout into the wind. Three different scents collided with him, none of which he was familiar with.

“Live up to your reputation. It’s easier to handle a handful of wolves between two or three of you than an entire pack who has the upper hand.”

“Then get your fucking ass over here and let’s split.”

“You split. I’m going solo.”

“Micah…”

The growl that shook the telepathic line made him smile. He began his crawl through the snow drifts created by the forest’s terrain, creeping at a painstaking pace. He needed to find the perimeter of the encroaching pack, slip through it, and come at them from behind.

“Listen, don’t be a stubborn fool if you get in a jam. Let me know and I’ll be right there. Don’t you think to put Kasa through any torment trying to be a hero,”
Micah warned.
“Or you’ll be dealing with me.”

“For a moment there, I thought I detected some sentiment. Then you finished what you were saying.”
A chuckle.
“Man, you’ve got some serious issues.”

“From what my mate has told me, we’re like two pups from the same litter, you and I. Takes one to know one.”

Close by, snow compacted beneath weight, drawing on his attention. He crept between a grouping of trees and slowly lifted his head. Snow masked his dark snout and most of his head, camouflaging him. He gazed around, sniffing the air for telltale signs of danger. The storm carried a disturbing zing of restrained adrenaline and blood thirst, no fear. His hackles rose. He forced himself to remain calm. Assessing his prey was first and foremost. He needed to find out how many he’d be taking on alone and gauge his timing correctly to prevent them from alerting the rest of their pack.

One step. Two steps. Three steps. The soft crush of snow followed a distinct rhythm. There were no other noises that disrupted the prowling wolf’s pace. This one was alone, an easy conquer.

A moment later, Micah spotted the wolf stalking the forest a few dozen feet ahead of him. The bulky brown coat stood out against the stark white snow. His ears were tipped back, eyes squinted against the wind. Micah waited until his prey passed his hiding spot before slinking around a cluster of rocks and following the rebel in his path.

Certain there were no other wolves approaching the lonesome fool, Micah picked up his pace. Within seconds, he was at the wolf’s back, the wind matting down his fur, keeping his scent at bay. He leaped forward, front paws outstretched. The wolf didn’t react until it was too late. Micah’s sharp claws hooked into his shoulders, his teeth into his throat, as they crashed down on their sides. He didn’t use this one to ask questions. He tore into his prey, leaving him to bleed out, staining the virgin white landscape with crimson red. A few breaths later, the wolf’s heart stuttered to a halt, and the rapid rise and fall of his chest stopped with a shudder. The first sign of death—an acrid tinge in the air—filled his lungs, and he hurried off, hunting his next victim.