Wild Hunts (8 page)

“Not so fast, baby. We started something we’re going to finish. But first…”

Micah unhooked one of her arms from around his neck and took her hand with a tenderness she had not expected. The sight of him so devilishly gorgeous and wicked made her heart skip and moisture flood her pussy. He led her hand between them, down, down, until they were wedged between their crushed hips.

The tips of her fingers brushed over the hot metal of his belt. His dark, delicious grin lifted. He shifted, supporting her with the side of his hip and a strong arm beneath her ass, and tugged her hand lower. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t follow their entangled hands. His gaze captivated her. The sensual light in his eyes made her stomach flutter. Her breaths came in short, hard gasps. Her womb coiled and twisted. His knuckles brushed her wet pussy when he guided her fingers over the damp jeans encasing his hard cock.

“All of that wetness is from you.” Hunger weighed on his deep, husky tone. He dipped his head, his hot breath caressing her cheek. “Do you know how bad I’ve been waiting to have that juice cover my dick? Coat my tongue?”

He turned her hand over and slowly directed her fingers through the slick folds of her labia. A tremor of pleasure shot through her. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the wall. Micah’s feverish tongue flicked against the hollow of her throat before drawing a lazy path up to her chin.

Kasa whimpered, trying to unleash her hand from his to ease the intense pulsing in her clit. His grip tightened. His lips hovered over hers, each short breath teasing her mouth.

“Go ’head, sweetheart. Lead my finger inside your wetness.” His mouth skimmed over her cheek. He kissed her ear then drew her lobe between his teeth. Chills erupted over her body, and she crooned, sitting against their paired hands. “We’ll both explore your cunt together. Show me how you pleasure yourself, and I’ll make sure you never ache.”

“
Yes
.”

Still caught with his palm against the back of her hand, his index finger pressed alongside her own, they separated her drenched pussy lips and circled her weeping entrance. She gently eased her finger inside and Micah worked beside it, using her slippery juice to glide through her tight sheath. A soft groan fled his lips. The filling sensation combined with the sense of naughtiness was enough to spur her coiling desires into high gear. She rocked against their hands, undulating her hips against his. She desperately sought contact, friction, to ease the mounting pressure, but he managed to keep both their hands away from her clit.

“
Micah
,” she whispered to him, bearing down on him.

His sinful tongue drew circles just below her ear, sending her whirling on another wave of pleasure. She hummed, every nerve in her body sizzling on the edge of a rupturing orgasm. Yet, somehow, Micah held her at bay.

His finger broke their joined probing to focus attention on an area that ignited a new, and intense, strain of delightful pressure. “Yes, my little wolf?”

Kasa turned her face into his, forcing him away from her neck. For the briefest moments, their eyes locked. The intimate stroking paused. An emotional punch knocked her in the chest, a sense of familiarity and comfort. There was more at work than her overly neglected libido. Something much more powerful and secure.

“Please don’t ever hurt me,” she heard herself breathe. A sting touched the inner corner of her eyes. She dipped her head and fed her desire for his kiss once more, hiding the onset of tears behind her passion.

Micah drew their hands away from her pussy and slipped his arm around her waist. She clung to him, drowning in the heat of his mouth and the possessive sweep of his tongue along hers. A silent rumble resonated through his body and along her sensitive nerves. Damn, she ached for him, for his bare flesh sliding against hers as he filled her.

Micah guided them down on her bed. He pressed up on his arm, breaking the kiss, and peered down at her. Despite the cold, unwavering man she glimpsed earlier, the surprising tenderness she’d felt when he took her hand curled in his eyes. He brushed stray strands of hair from her forehead.

“We will never,
never
hurt you,” he murmured, untucking the towel from her breasts. He cupped the underside of one aching mound and gently massaged her hard nipple with his thumb. She arched into him with a sigh. He lowered his mouth to her breast, his hot breath caressing her cool skin. “But we will enjoy teasing you until you’re mad.”

“No, no. Not tonight. It’s been so long since I’ve had…
ahhh
.” Kasa’s eyes fluttered shut as Micah sucked her flesh between his teeth, bordering pleasure and pain. His tongue lashed the tip of her pearled nipple. He released his vice and took more of her flesh into her mouth, soothing the delightful ache with gentle laps while pinching her other peak between his fingers. The dual sensations sent a shudder down her spine. She bucked against his waist. “You’re driving me crazy. Please make it stop. Please!”

“Why, sweetheart? I want to fill my mouth with the taste of your skin.”
Micah lifted his head from her breast. She peeled back one eyelid and caught his brief glance. “I’m taking my time. Months of torture have passed since we first found your trail.” He kissed the valley between her breasts. “Months of wanting you.” He kissed the inside of her unattended mound then nibbled his way up to her peak. “Months of imagining you…right where you are now.”

Kasa moaned as he sucked her into his hot mouth. He took to her like a starved creature, lighting her nerves ablaze. She reached down to his head, her fingers tangling in his soft locks, and held him close to her, feeding more pliant flesh into his hungry mouth. She shamelessly wrapped her legs around his waist, a hard, narrow waist on a man packed with steeled muscle. Her fingertips burned to explore him, to learn each cut and curve of this stranger, her mate. She wanted Micah, and Slade, and the flicker of light in the darkness she’d lived for so long.

Micah pulled back, tugging her pearled nipple between his strong lips. A spear of pleasure-pain zipped down her breast and pooled in her belly. His eyes met hers and he released her nipple with a soft pluck. God, those eyes, so cold and calculating. So heated and sensual. A tremor shook her to the bone. He eased her fingers out of his tangled tresses and flashed her a wicked grin.

“I’m tempted to invite Slade to join us, but in my selfishness, I think having you first is much more appealing. I can do with you as I please and see just how crazed I can make you. I will hear your cries of climax as I fuck you and know
I
brought you to that point of ecstasy.”

Micah turned her hand to his mouth and drew a trail of feathery kisses over her palm. His teeth brushed her wrist. The lava running along her veins instantly froze.

The cuff clicked, the razor-sharp blades biting into her skin…

Kasa shuddered. His tongue swirled over the prominent blue veins lying just below the surface of her skin. She stiffened and blinked, but the man seducing her rapidly faded into a nightmare.
This is Micah. Not
…
not
…

Sharp grind of metal signified another latch tighter. The monstrous teeth of those blades sank deep into her flesh…

“Let me go.” Her voice cracked, a mixture of lust and fear. Micah came back into focus. His fingers tightened around hers before he drew back. The desire in his eyes vanished.
So fast. Just like Tom.
Every drop of coiled anticipation turned to a sickening puddle of terror. She dropped her legs from his waist and tried to kick him away. “Let me go. Now!”

“What?” Those searing blue eyes narrowed on her. She yanked her arm, but his grip tightened. His attention dropped to her wrist.
The sensual grin flowed so fluidly into an evil sneer. The warm light in Tom’s eyes was overcome by a cold, unrelenting darkness.
Fear reared and she thrashed against him.

“Let me go! Let me go!”
She screamed it in his head. Panic exploded. She wrapped her wrist with her free hand while managing to get her knees beneath her. With the mattress her leverage, she tugged and pulled. Micah dug at her fingers, wrenching them away from her wrist. “Stop it! Stop, please!”

“What the hell is going on?”

The interruption bought Kasa a split second to react. Micah’s grip on her loosened a fraction. She issued one final tug and tumbled onto her back, only to become the focus of Slade’s attention. Heat unfurled along her naked body and she scrambled off the bed, whipping her towel down over her. His dark, gleaming gaze snapped to his brother.

“Bro, what the fuck are you doing to our poor woman? You need to work on your seduction skills.” He ruffled his already mussed hair and chuckled. Kasa’s heart thundered in her ears.
They’ve no idea
. Musk hung heavy in the air. Everything thrumming in the room screamed sex, and yet, she was cold from skin to marrow.
No idea.

She saved herself the anguish of explaining her sudden change in mood.

“Jordan, I need you. Please. I need you.”

She turned onto her rear, only vaguely aware of the bitter words Micah chewed out. She slowly rubbed at her wrist. Months had passed, wounds had healed. Then why did her flesh burn and pain spark? Why did her heart hammer at her chest and cold sweat bead along her brow? These were her mates, men sworn to protect her. Micah promised—
he promised
!
—he wouldn’t hurt her.

And yet, he did.

He didn’t know. He
doesn’t
know. Neither does.

The front door of her small cabin slammed into the wall. The heavy stomping of boots echoed down the hallway, sending tremors through the floorboards. Kasa drew her knees into her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs as tears burned her eyes.

Her brother would always come to her rescue. Always.

Chapter Five

“What the fuck are you
doing
to her?” Jordan roared. Slade regained his footing from the violent shove by the man who had stormed into their territory. Not even two minutes had passed since he heard the pleas from Kasa. Now they had to deal with this raging lunatic?

Damn, he was tired as all hell, and the last thing he wanted was to face off with the proposed protective older brother.

From where he stood, he caught a glimpse of dark hair barely peeking out over the top of the mattress. When he stepped in Kasa’s direction, the rabid wolf bunched his shirt at his neck and heaved him into the wall. A dull pain spread up his back, but nothing dulled the sudden influx of feral dominance and anger that made his wolf snarl.

“Don’t come in here expecting to knock us down, bro. She’s our mate, and we’ll do well protecting her ourselves.” Slade scowled. Micah’s face had become expressionless. Cold. The man could ignite a spark of fear even in him when he took on that deceiving, impartial look. He knew the killer that lay in wait, luring his prey.

“I told you before she’s perfectly safe with us,” Micah added. His deep tone matched the degree of iciness in his eyes. Jordan didn’t seem the least bit intimidated. Perhaps the rumors they’d heard regarding the man were true.
Interesting.

A soft sob filtered through the tense air. Jordan scowled and waved Micah away. “Get out of the room.” His amber eyes flashed deadly malice in Slade’s direction. “Both of you.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Slade growled. He pressed to his feet and casually straightened his shirt. A smile touched his mouth, one that didn’t quite fit the tense standoff. “Let us handle this.”

“Handle?” Jordan snorted and rounded the bed. He leaned over Kasa, his locked arms braced on white-knuckled fists. That dangerous glint in his eyes launched daggers into Micah a split second before he they turned on Slade. Slade’s smile grew. No point in feeding fuel to the wild fire. “You’ve done a helluva job
handling
her thus far. Not even an hour, and you both are on her like sex-hungry madmen.”

Slade noted how tight his brother’s fists had balled by his sides. The tic in his jaw echoed along his temple. His pale blue eyes had darkened in swirls of stormy gray. Damn, the wolves danced just out of view, pacing anxiously along the surface of Micah and Jordan.