Claudia pressed a kiss to Kyra’s throat and drew her tongue down the slim column to the hollow at its base. Sharp teeth lightly scraped over soft flesh and Kyra’s pussy clenched, her juices hot as they eased from her to dampen her panties.
Her head was spinning, her body catching fire.
Claudia lifted her head then and smoothed her hands down Kyra’s sides to grip the hem of her camisole. As she lifted it, Kyra raised her arms and Claudia slipped it over her head to toss it aside before peeling her shorts and panties away, leaving them to pool around Kyra’s feet.
Claudia pushed Kyra onto the mattress before shedding her shorts. Then she bent to kiss a path to Kyra’s breast, swirling her tongue around the dark areola. She let the tip trace the soft flesh before flicking over the taut peak. Claudia pinched the bud before slapping it and plucking it harder.
Kyra huff-growled softly and dragged her nails down Claudia’s back as desire intensified in her. She didn’t want to think about the consequences of her actions, just the pleasure they could enjoy right now.
Claudia sucked the nipple hard, moaning. She released it to turn her attention to the twin while her fingers pinched and plumped the other turgid peak. She squeezed the fleshy mound, sucked, and then scraped her teeth against the delicate peak before sucking it.
“Claudia,” Kyra cried roughly. Her blood was like lava flowing through her veins causing beads of sweat to pop on her brow. Claudia was going to send her woman and coyote into overdrive with the sensations racing through her body.
Claudia gave her nipple one last pull with her lips and pluck with her fingers before kissing a path down over Kyra’s flat stomach.
Kyra’s breathing was harsh, as she fought to maintain just a thread of control.
“Claudia, baby,” she cried as soft lips brushed her skin and warm tongue lapped at it before Claudia bit her inner thigh. She gasped, the sting making her clit pulse.
Claudia licked the abused flesh before brushing her fingertips up over Kyra’s labia.
“I bet you’re dripping wet,” Claudia rasped out.
Breathing rough, Kyra reached up to stroke her fingers down Claudia’s arm. “Why don’t you find out?”
Claudia gave her a tight smile. “Do you think I hadn’t planned on it?” Claudia moved between her thighs, pushing them further apart before using the fingers of one hand to part the plump lips and run her tongue up Kyra’s juicy slit. “Mmm.”
Her tongue played around the nubbin before gliding down one side only to flick up the other. Kyra’s stomach tightened, pleasure skittered through her.
“God, Claudia.”
Claudia stroked a fingertip into Kyra’s moist cunt.
She mewled. Her head thrashing on the pillows as bliss caught her in its grip.
As Claudia lashed at her clit, she pushed two fingers into Kyra’s tight sheath. She drew them out slowly and thrust them back into her. Kyra growled softly as the pleasure raged out of control inside her.
“Yes!”
Claudia’s fingers shuttled in and out of her. Kyra’s fingers pushed into the thick dark strands of Claudia’s hair, tangling in them and pulling as she thrust against Claudia’s warm tongue. Her body trembled, her hips pumped faster.
“Ye—oh, god!” Heat suffused her, washing over her in a rushing tide.
Claudia slammed her fingers into her dripping pussy and Kyra’s body tightened, bucked. Her orgasm tore through her. She cried out hard as her body pulsed with release.
Claudia moved quickly going to her knees. Kyra’s mind was hazy as she basked in her afterglow.
“I need you,” Claudia said roughly as she gripped her dick.
“Show me how much, baby.” Kyra groaned as the head of Claudia’s dick nudged at the folds of her pussy.
“Are you sure you want me, Kyra?” She caressed Kyra’s thigh.
Kyra held her gaze seeing the barest hint of uncertainty. “I want you deep inside me, gorgeous.”
Claudia pushed into her slick channel, the thick girth parting her tight tissues, sending flares of pleasure racing along her nerve endings as her wet channel sucked Claudia in.
She closed her eyes, savoring the penetration as Claudia’s dick slowly claimed her pussy. She wanted it all now, but didn’t attempt to impale herself on the shaft. This was too new.
Claudia’s fingers tightened on Kyra’s hips. “Look at me,” Claudia ordered. “Be right here with me, angel.”
Kyra met her silvery gaze, catching her breath.
“You’re so slick and tight.” She slammed the last few inches of her dick into the heat of Kyra’s body.
Kyra’s muscles clenched on Claudia’s length. She breathed roughly. “You feel so good.” She stroked her hands down Claudia’s back to cup her ass.
Claudia drew out and thrust back in. They both moaned.
“Sweet, Kyra.” Claudia set up a steady rhythm that built the pleasure in Kyra with each stroke.
The glide in made her gasp and the withdrawal made her moan. The strokes were slow and deep, hitting her sweet spot with mind-blowing accuracy.
Claudia drove into her hard and fast, one hand gripping Kyra’s hip as her balls slapped against Kyra’s ass. Needy little growls tore from Kyra’s throat as bliss rocked her.
Then Claudia was rolling them over so Kyra was astride her. Kyra ground against her, hunger tearing at her. Claudia’s stare was one of determination and passion as she gripped her hips and thrust up to meet Kyra’s strokes.
Claudia flipped them over again before getting to her knees and slipping from the bed. “Turn over, Kyra,” she ordered and all but did it herself.
Kyra bounced on the mattress and Claudia tugged her so that her feet were braced on the floor before she was kissing the back of her neck as she slipped inside Kyra.
Claudia drove into her, each stroke pushing her closer to that spiraling out of control moment of orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, sweetheart.” Claudia’s hot breath brushed Kyra’s neck as the fingers of one hand played with Kyra’s clit.
She was going to explode, and Kyra knew it even as she clawed at the sheets, shredding them. A hard press of her clit and Kyra was coming.
“Claudia,” she screamed over and over.
Claudia’s teeth raked her sweat damp flesh where shoulder and neck met and then sharp teeth penetrated her, detonating another orgasm.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Claudia felt it happening and horror had her pulling back. She couldn’t. She couldn’t tie Kyra to her even though it would kill her slowly a little every day when Kyra left. Her stomach clenched, and she growled as her animal fought for the reins of control.
“Damn it,” Claudia breathed out roughly. She ran for the bathroom and closed the door to escape the sweet temptation that would have her doing something that was against everything she stood for.
Mating your mate against their will or without their knowledge was wrong to her. Her father had driven that home to her with every talk about what it meant to be stronger, more dominant than every other man she knew.
“Claude, what’s wrong?” Kyra asked, irritation snapping in her voice.
“Kyra, please, go,” she begged. “I can’t—need to get ready.” She turned away from the door grabbing on to the only thing she could, her work.
Claudia grabbed her toothbrush and fumbled with the case and took several deep breaths.
“A real man never takes from a woman, Claude,” her father told her. “I know you’re woman, but you’re part male, too. That part of you that is all man will have you doing all kinds of crazy things. Resist.”
“Dad—” She’d been so indignant at the insinuation that she was anything but a girl. Seventeen and on the cusp of walking down the path to the woman she’d become.
“I mean it.” Her father shook her. “I know you’re a woman.” The truth of it blazed in his eyes. “But you’ve got hormones like your brother and an animal inside you like any male snow coyote. It’ll want to claim, to take
, but you never hit a girl. You never force a girl. If you do, I’ll beat some sense into you, girl.”
Tears filled her eyes as more memories of her father rushed her.
“So far you’ve made me nothing but proud to be your father. Don’t give me cause for shame, ever.”
“I won’t, Dad,” she’d assured him. “I promise. I’ll be a good soldier.”
He laughed. “You already are, my precious girl. I love you.”
She finished cleaning her teeth and turned on the water in the shower and climbed beneath the cool spray. The animal retracted from her mind with a jolt.
She didn’t want to be alone. Her coyote would never take another as long as Kyra was alive, but she’d be damned if she dishonored her family’s name by taking a woman who wouldn’t want that.
She finished up her shower and turned off the water. Coffee pricked at her senses, and she jerked the curtain open to find Kyra there.
“If you’re going to work for me, you need to get dressed,” Claudia told her curtly. “We don’t have much time.”
“What happened? Why did you just pull away and take off like a bat out of hell? What did I do wrong?”
Claudia frowned and then laughed as she climbed out on to the bathmat. “Nothing, sweetie. You were divine.”
“But not worth a few minutes of cuddling? I mean, I don’t go in for that long drawn out—”
“I’m sorry, I hurt you,” Claudia said hearing the delicate strains of hurt in Kyra’s tone. She drew a breath and let it out. “I’m stressed. I’m not thinking straight.”
Kyra gave her a puzzled look. “You confuse me, Claudia.”
“You do a hell of a lot more than that to me, but let’s leave it at that for now,” she said as she briskly dried herself.
“I’m not sure what that means, but fine. I put your garment bag on the bed.” She made a quick exit leaving Claudia silently cursing herself.
Mating complications was the last thing she needed after last night. With everything going on in town, she needed to be focused, to bring her A game to the table as mayor and an alpha.
Her phone rang as she finished dressing, and Claudia picked it up from the dresser. A glance at the display revealed Astor’s number. She connected. “What is it, Astor?”
“We need to meet,” he said. “How is eleven?”
“No good,” she said. “I have plans. You can call my secretary for an appointment.”
“Don’t play hardball, Mayer” he growled. “There’s no need to make this into a federal case.”
“I agree, so make the appointment.”
“I’ve been trying to contact Blacklaw, but she’s not returning my calls,” he said, clearly perturbed.
“How is that my problem?” Claudia quizzed, heading out of the bedroom.
“I want a copy of those papers Summerfield claims prove she’s the owner of that land. We can put this mess to rest sooner rather than later in a special session I’m calling tonight.”
She shook her head. Judging by the way Kyra acted last night, she’d only turned over part of the document or a copy rather than the original.
“I’ll call Mallory and find out if she can get them to you soon,” she replied. “Anything else?”
“I think you’re making a mistake aligning yourself with Blacklaw and Summerfield. We will take immediate action against Summerfield with or without your approval.”
“Doing so will only provoke instability in the area, or maybe that’s what you’re going for,” she said. “If you and the others make moves against Sam you can take the lands by force. To the victor go the spoils, but that’s if you win.”
“If that’s what has to be done,” he said softly. “And anyone standing in our way will be next.”
“You know where I am, Astor,” she growled. “Bring your weak-ass down to my den when you’re ready to settle this wolf to coyote.”
“Don’t push me, Mayer,” he said icily. “You’re a small pack, and you won’t win this or any round against me.”
“Don’t count on it,” she retorted. “I’ll pass your message along.” She ended the call and let out a snarl.
Fucking jackass thought he could beat her?
Sam was right in a way, but she’d been way off base. Sounded to her like the wolves had already planned to eliminate all coyotes here in Snowbury.
****
Kyra answered her cell after pulling on boots. “What is it?” she asked distractedly.
“Have you seen the news?”
“No? Why, Gravel? What’s up?” Gravel was her other boss with Wes’s brother running an office in England. He was like an uncle to her.
“Russo ordered a few hits last night and one of them was on Ava and Wes,” he told her.
“Oh, my god,” she gasped. “How is Wes? Why?”
“Ava dismissed the charges against Carlo, but refiled on new murder charges including Russo, his brother, and Carlo. Max was executed as well. I can’t even imagine how Carlo made him.”
“It was probably Forbes,” Kyra told him. “Russo’s brother. Max was going to keep an eye on him, though I can’t imagine why since I had the evidence.”
“Ava wanted more,” Gravel told her.
“Damn her,” Kyra muttered. “How are they?” she demanded shakily, a pit in her stomach.
“Wes is in a coma, he took some serious hits protecting Ava. Ava is conscious, but she’s in bad shape. All of the information you sent them is gone. There has to be a leak on the team for Wes to have been found.”
Kyra let out a shaky breath. “I’ll come there and guard Wes.” She didn’t want to leave Claudia, but she owed Wes so much.
“Don’t. I need you to stay out of sight while we deal with this. Can you rebuild the file?”
“I can try,” she said. She had all the information, but as Wes had taught her, she was prepared and cautious.
“Wes is the only one who knows what you look like, right?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Why?”
The face she was using wasn’t one of the specially made masks several of the operatives wore for work. It was her real face. She hadn’t wanted to have to deal with them here when her cover was so uncomplicated.
“Russo lost his club in New York last night and Max sent me a message that a hotel the Russos recently came into had been destroyed as well.”
“The Carpenters?” she asked. Russo had caused them to lose several thousand in drugs.
“More than likely. Could be a retaliation for the club they hope to own,” Gravel replied. “Stay low. I’ll contact you when we want you back and trust no one but me or Wes.”
“Right.”
“Kyra?” His voice was tired.
“Yeah?”
“I mean what I say. Wes would lose it if anything happened to you, kid,” he said in a warning tone. “Take care, baby girl.”
“You’ll let me know when Wes wakes?”
“You have the burner?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll send a message to it,” he said. “Later.”
“Bye.” Kyra sighed as she ended the call. “Wes,” she said softly, tears swelling in her eyes. “Wes.”
“Kyra?”
“I’m coming.”
She drew in a steadying breath and released it slowly before heading to the living room where Claudia stood waiting for her, clad in navy pants, olive shirt and navy jacket with the shirt open at the throat revealing a hint of gold.
Claudia’s gaze slid over her. “You’re joining us?”
“If that’s okay,” she said.
Claudia walked over to her, a frown on her face. “Are you okay?”
“Umm, yes.” She nodded.
“Beautiful, you’re lying,” Claudia murmured. “I can smell the salt.”
Tears. Right.
“I just got some sad news,” she said.
“About?”
“The prosecutor on the case was attacked last night. She’s in the hospital and so is my b
oss, but we knew the case might get nasty. I just don’t think he was prepared for this.”
“You’ll stay here in town until things are settled there,” Claudia told her firmly. “And we’ll move out to my den. It’ll make more sense for right now with you not having a job at the club.”
“Cl—”
“Everyone will think we’re really serious,” she said quietly and there was a fleeting hope in her eyes that took Kyra’s breath away.
“Oh. Yeah, right. Our fauxmance.” She didn’t understand why Claudia didn’t just say it. Maybe she didn’t want to be mated to her.
Claudia gave her a brief smile. “There’s nothing that says it can’t be something of substance for however long you’re here.”
Kyra frowned. The woman was confusing the hell out of Kyra’s coyote. The animal felt the connection with Claudia’s and wanted to deepen it. Yet Claudia was sending her mixed signals.
“Is that your way of saying we’ll be sharing a bed and a room?”
“We don’t have to,” Claudia assured her. “Whatever you feel comfortable with.” She slid her hands into the pockets of her pants. “Let me know.”
“We should if nothing more than to keep up appearances,” Kyra said with a flirty smile that made Claudia’s eyes dance with humor.
“If nothing else,” she agreed. “Shall we?”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Kyra sat behind the wheel of the SUV, watching through the windshield as Claudia made her way up to the building in the town’s Historic District. She moved with easy grace and confidence that made her stomach flip-flop.
Looking away, Kyra ignored the man seated next to her. Delgado.
She could feel his eyes on her as she looked out the window unseeing as she said a small prayer for Ava and Wes.
“Where are you from?” he asked quietly. “How many people have you guarded before becoming a dancer?”
“Enough,” she answered, her tone matching his. Her phone rang, and she pulled the sleek little device from the holster she’d attached to her hip. It wasn’t the burner she normally used, but the one Wes had issued her with a secured line.
She glanced at the display and then climbed out of the car. “I have to take this.” Kyra closed the door and walked several steps away, taking a look around to make sure she was alone.
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