Wild Hunts (22 page)

She reluctantly lifted her hand off his ass and pressed it to his shoulder. “Let me ride you.”

Slade didn’t resist her when she rolled him onto his back, slipping free of her pussy. She straddled his hips, wrapping her hand around the thick base of his dick, and began to pump the velvety flesh slick from her juices. A low rumble reverberated through him, echoing along her spine. She admired the glistening pre-cum that coated the tip of his penis. Her mouth watered at the sight, her nostrils flared at his salty scent. The sexual musk permeating the bedroom was enough to make her drunk with lust.

She scooted her rear back and leaned over, licking the delicious juice from his crown. The taste of her own heat mixed with his, and she quickly thirsted for more of their combined flavor.

“What do you plan to ride me with? Your mouth or your pussy?” Slade asked. Kasa closed her eyes and curled her tongue around his shaft, familiarizing herself with his bulbous head and ridged flesh. She drew his tip into her mouth, suckling his salty cream while stroking the prominent vein against the underside of his head with her tongue. The rumbling turned into a carnal growl before his hips thrusted up, forcing him deeper into her mouth. “That feels good.”

Planting her hands against his hips, Kasa drew back. Her lips smacked when she crested the tip of his cock. She lifted her gaze to his heavy-hooded eyes.

“You’d better behave,” Kasa purred. She walked her fingers down to his sac and cupped his heavy balls in her palm. Slade’s jutting erection twitched as she massaged the soft skin. “Or I won’t lick your sac like I did Micah’s. He seemed to enjoy his balls rolling over my tongue.”

“Woman, that tongue is wicked, both in bed and out.”

Kasa chuckled, shifting her body to lie flush against his hard thighs. She never broke their gaze and took pleasure licking him from the base of his sac to the tip of his cock. His face became lax. He dropped his head back onto the pillow, closing his eyes.

“Did you wonder how your brother felt while I sucked on him?” Kasa licked him again and delighted in the quiver that rippled along his stomach. “How my mouth felt while you were seated in my ass?” She sucked his tip into her mouth then released him with a sharp smack of her lips. As she drew her lips down the underside of his cock, she purred, “Mmmm.”

“Christ, Kasa. You sly little vixen,” Slade gasped out.

Yes, perhaps she was with her mates. They made her feel sexy, hot, and needy. Inhibitions were lost, whipped away by the vicious winds and snow pummeling her cabin.

In her home, her bedroom, she could be anything she wanted or become anything Slade and Micah needed. She belonged to them, from the depths of her wolf and her spirit to the surface of her body. From the glimpses that led into both Slade and Micah, she knew they suffered a similar submission.

Mates. Perfectly chosen for one another. A brilliant accomplishment from the spirits themselves, and a wonderful gift for her.

Kasa slowly took one side of Slade’s sac into her mouth and rolled his balls. A spasm jolted his body, followed by sharp gasps.

“Damn! Fucking damn!” he breathed.

“Hmmmm,” she replied, sending a slew of vibration through his sac. She worked more of his balls into her mouth, massaging, rolling, sucking until his breathing came so fast and furious she thought he’d explode.

Kasa released him from her mouth and pressed up onto hands and knees. She crawled up his body, the tip of his cock leaving a cool, wet trail from between her swaying breasts down to her navel. Before her head came level with his, she sat back on her knees, straddling his waist. With a fist around his erection, she guided him back and forth over her clit. Her body reacted, set alive by the direct sensation of friction against nerves. Her legs weakened. Pleasure wound tighter and tighter in her womb. Her pussy throbbed and ached for him to plunge into her. The burning itch in her clit fired up, hotter, hotter…

Slade grabbed her hips roughly, stilling her for a long moment.

“Ride me, baby. Come around me, on me. Let me feel how your pussy reacts to my cock driving you to orgasm.”

Kasa handed over control, allowing Slade to thrust inside her. She moaned, loving how full she became when he sat himself to the hilt. He guided her hips above him, lifting her off his cock then plunging deep. She held onto his wrists for support, the fine-tuned humming in her pussy tensing.

“Oh yes, Slade. Faster,” she gasped. He quickened his tempo. Tighter, tighter, but it wasn’t enough. “More. I need
more
. Touch me, Slade. Make me come.”

“No, doll. Stroke your sweet little clit and I’ll watch.”

Kasa lowered her hand and separated the wet folds around her clit. Slade didn’t slow down, lifting her until his head was snug inside her, then impaling her on him. Hips smacked against hips, creating a sexy tune as they mated. She circled her nub, the jolts of pleasure shooting up, warming her from head to toe. Slade’s movements quickened. She matched his pace, stroking, rubbing, bringing herself to a crest that would ultimately shatter her being.

“Look at me, Kasa. I want to see the moment you come and I want you to be showing me just what this does to you.”

She hadn’t realized her eyes had closed until Slade’s rough voice filled her mind. A dark mist fogged her vision. She tried to focus on him, her fingers working faster. His pumps grew fiercer, more desperate.

Sparks erupted in front of her. The taut coils snapped and she catapulted into sheer ecstasy, crying out. Her body shook as her orgasm tore through her, melting her. Heat crashed through every vein, every organ, pleasure wracking her, all shooting out from her core.

A deep growl echoed in her mind. Fiery liquid filled her womb, holding her at the peak of her orgasm. Slade’s fingers dug into her hips, tremors taking over his body. She tried to focus on him but couldn’t. Growl turned to a guttural howl just before she collapsed over his chest.

Long, silent moments passed with only the furious thundering of Slade’s heart filling her ear and the combined gasps for breath filling the room. Every muscle in her body quivered with residual pleasure. Her clit thrummed, the rhythmic contractions in her pussy slowly subsiding. Slade’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they drifted down from the clouds.

Once she steadied her breath, Kasa turned her head into the crook of his neck. She inhaled the clean scent of his skin mixed with a tinge of salt. Slade kissed her brow.

“I loved the way I woke up,” she murmured against his throat. His honeyed chuckle warmed her.

“I loved the way I woke you up,” he said. Slade traced her spine, his fingers gliding over each bump with tender precision. After another short silence, he added, “I’ve loved watching you, learning everything about you. I admire your strength and courage.”

“And stubbornness.” Kasa tilted her head slightly, enough to catch him cast her a sideward glance. “I know you’re going to say it.”

“And stubbornness.” He rolled them onto their sides and slid out of her. Tucking her mussed hair behind her ear, he rested a soft kiss to her lips. “I haven’t found a single thing about you that I don’t admire. That I can’t love.”

Kasa traced his lips and smiled. “Why Slade Castrove, are you trying to tell me something?”

“Are you?” he countered. God, that sinful grin of his could undo her in an instant. His eyes sparked with mischievous playfulness, an attribute all his own that she found enticing and endearing. She curled a lock of his hair around her fingers, pondering the emotions that churned inside her. “We have all the time in the world, sweetness. I believe the spirits knew exactly what they were doing when they paired the males with their white females.”

She trailed her fingers down to the valley between his well-toned pecs and sighed. Either that, or the spirits paired her up with two of the most gorgeous men that could blow her away whenever they chose. Her heart fluttered, her fingertips absorbing and familiarizing her with her mate’s body.

“Micah’s not here,” she murmured. Slade nodded once, his grin fading.

“You knew he wouldn’t be here when you woke.”

She may have had suspicions, but she still hoped to wake and find them both with her. “A woman can wish, can’t she?”

“He’ll be at your side once they’ve gained control over the rebels.”

“Yes, of course.” Kasa pressed one last kiss to Slade’s mouth then climbed out of bed. “I’m going to hop into the shower, since you already took one.” She cast a passive look at the sex toys and oils spread over the bed. Warmth crept up her neck and into her face. “Then I should probably clean up the evidence.”

“I’ll take care of that,” Slade said. He rolled onto his back and stretched out. She stared at his lithe body, the dark hairs that dusted his chest and nestled around his half-erect cock. He propped his head on his arms and smiled. “Better get movin’, doll, before I keep you here for a while longer.”

She could definitely go for another round in the sack, but they both had more important things to attend to.

She had two men hunting on her behalf, and she wasn’t about to lose either one of them to a pack of maniacal weres.

* * * *

An air of victory pulsed through the tunnels. Eva listened as the melee of cheers, snarls, growls, and claws scraping rock approached the chamber and her current victim. The male cried silently on the metal table, wrists and ankles shackled. She clicked the silver collar around his neck one notch tighter. Thin streams of crimson streaked his flesh and dripped onto the table. His skin turned a sickly gray color. His face contorted with pain.

She loved the expressions of her victims. Each step closer to the final break was invigorating. She was an artist, breaking down these worthless weres and creating something magnificent from their old shells. This one was proving to be a promising candidate for her pack.

The entourage came to a stop outside the chamber. A deft knock resounded through the cavernous room.

“Come in.” Eva rounded the head of the table and cupped the man’s head in her hands. Spittle sieved between his teeth with each silent sob. She lifted her gaze from her newest canvas and observed Lilia upon her entrance. Some of her most magnificent pieces of work followed behind her. Huge, strong, powerful males she had enjoyed cracking until they blubbered like babes at her feet. Not one male dared meet her eyes, instead keeping their gazes adverted to the ground.
Smart pups.

Lilia cast a sharp glance at the were on the table and scowled. “He’s crying.”

“Most do until the numbness sets in,” Eva said, unable to withhold a smile. “Tell me you’ve brought the white. It’ll make my day.”

“Sister, sister. I have a better surprise for you.”

Lilia stepped aside. Three weres pushed through the barrier of burly men at the door. They carried a feisty brown wolf. Eva caught the pungent aroma of blood before she heard the liquid splatter over the ground. A dark spot stained the unusual hue of the brown’s coat above his shoulder.

Eva came around the table and met the men in the center of the room. The wolf snapped at her, his low rumbling growl vibrating through her blood. His lips quivered, a lethal light glinting in his eyes as he stared at her.

“Meet Jordan Jones. The white’s brother,” Lilia said. Eva looked over at her.

“What am I suppose to do with
him
?”

“You figure it out. But better do so quickly. It’s only a matter of time before your prized white comes, hunting for her dearest brother.”

Eva reached for the wolf’s coat. He snapped again. Her claws elongated and she swiped them across his face. Blood ran from the new wounds. He snorted, shaking his head, trying to dispense the pain.

She came around to his head, grabbed his snout in a fist to keep him from snapping again, and forced him to look at her. “My bite will leave you howling for your mama, dog.” She squeezed his snout until he whimpered but didn’t release him. “I can think of a few things to do. He’ll be a tough one to crack, but I’ll be delighted to try. I’m certain that after he witnesses what I have planned for his sister, he’ll be all ours. Or…” she drew her hand over his soft ear and pinched the tip, “…I’ll just throw him into the cage and watch what happens when the big bad brother wolf goes head to head with our men.”