A low growl carried on the air and Kamari smiled as she turned and executed a few steps before dancing closer to Mica. She reached out and hooked a finger in the waistband of Mica’s jeans using it to bring her closer to Mica.
Kamari rubbed her breasts against Mica’s and turned to rub her back against Mica’s front as she moved her ass against Mica’s crotch. At the same time, Kamari slid a hand up Mica’s thigh and moaned softly before turning to face her as the song wound to an end.
Mica grabbed her and pulled her roughly against her, knocking the air out of her. Mica’s hands slipped beneath the thin fabric, to caress up her back.
Kamari curved an arm around Mica’s neck as Mica kissed her slowly before breaking the kiss to trail her lips along Kamari’s neck to her throat. Kamari tipped her head back giving Mica better access and moaned harshly as she licked down the column before scraping sharp teeth along the flesh and biting lightly.
Kamari’s body temperature heated even more, and even the few clothes she wore were a barrier to what she ached for.
“Mica,” she crooned breathlessly and Mica claimed her mouth again, silencing the rest of her words. Their tongues glided against each other and Kamari stroked the nape of Mica’s neck, nails raking against soft flesh.
Mica growled and ripped the slip and pushed the tatters aside to slap the curve of one fleshy brown globe.
“You have such pretty little tits,” Mica purred. “Such beautiful skin I want to devour you.” Mica pinched the dark chocolate nipple, already firm and at attention.
Kamari gasped as the pain snaked through her, making her wetter. “Mica,” she cried huskily.
Mica pinched the other nipple before giving the breast a slap. She palmed the blushing flesh.
“You make me so hot, I lose it,” she said roughly. “Hands on the back of your head and don’t touch me, Mari or your ass will feel the brunt of my anger.”
Kamari complied, head spinning with lust pumping through her. At the same time, Mica drew her hands away to trace kisses along Kamari’s collar bone as she glided her hands up to cup Kamari’s ass.
She slid her hands up to Kamari’s waist as her tongue flicked over the tightly furled bud of one nipple before licking around it. Her teeth scraped, bit down, sending pin pricks of pain arcing through Kamari.
Kamari moaned, fingers clenching against each other as her blood turned to lava, rushing through her, heating every part of her.
Mica drew the dark peak back into her mouth and drew hard on it before giving it another pinch and turning her attention to the other taut nipple. As she did, she glided the fingers of one hand down over the plump lips of Kamari’s pussy.
“Oh, Mica,” she breathed out.
Mica slipped a finger past her labia to the secret treasure beyond. The tip stroked from the erect nubbin of her clit down to the opening of her body to slip into the humid depths.
Kamari’s juices eased from her, her body preparing itself for the delicious penetration to come as Mica’s teeth bit down on her nipple.
“Mica!” The bite of pain was delicious, making her cream. “I need to touch you.”
“You need a sore ass that bad, baby?” Mica growled.
“I need to feel you,” she whimpered.
“Enjoy the feel of my tongue making love to you and my fingers laying claim to your tight little cunt.”
Mica sucked at her nipple as she pressed her finger deeper into Kamari’s pussy.
Kamari moaned, the rapture of the caress making her wetter. “Oh, my Goddess, you’re making me insane.”
Mica drew her finger out to pinch her clit and Kamari gasped, the pleasure ricocheting through her, creating a wave of heat over her skin that caused dew to form on it.
Mica put her finger. She put it to Kamari’s lips. “Taste your warm sticky cream,” she ordered.
Kamari parted her lips and sucked, letting her tongue glide over the digit, curve around it and Mica growled her approval.
“Mmm,” Mica purred and drew her finger free to glide it down Kamari’s chest to stroke over her clit. “So good with your tongue.”
“Let me show you just how good, Mistress.”
“Not tonight,” Mica said and claimed her mouth as she slipped two fingers into Kamari’s tight channel and ground the heel of her hand against Kamari’s clit as she thrust her fingers in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
Kamari moaned into the kiss, hips thrusting forward as the need to touch tore at her. Her claws emerged to dig into the back of one hand.
“Beautiful,” Mica said in a drugged tone and pulled her fingers free, ripping a whimper form Kamari.
Mica tore her belt open and pushed her pants down and lifted Kamari against the wall.
“Mica!” Kamari let out a started cry that turned to a groan as Mica’s erect clit moved against hers.
“Oh yes!” Kamari breathed, her gaze locked on Mica’s. The gold bright as the animal stared back at her, making her shiver. “Mica, fuck me,” she whispered wanting woman and animal taking her.
Mica pinned Kamari to the wall and ground against her hard and fast. Kamari moved her hips, thrusting back against her, savoring the slick glide of clit against clit.
Their bodies strained together, soft and slick, breathing a rough staccato. With one last thrust against her, Kamari’s body tightened, jerked, and a scream tore from her lips.
Mica growled her own release before biting her shoulder, throwing Kamari into another orgasm.
“You feel so good,” Mica said in her ear and slid her hands down to cup Kamari’s ass before carrying her into the living area and dropping on the couch with her.
“You’re so strong,” Kamari murmured. “Can I touch you now, sexy coyote?” She looked down into Mica’s gold eyes. The color indicating the animal was still close to the surface.
“Yes.”
Kamari caressed Mica’s face and then kissed her. “You’re so delicious, Mica,” she said. “But I’m still not telling you where the tie is or what else I found.”
Chapter Fifteen
“I’ve convinced the Coalition to see things our way,” Bradley said and took a sip of his brandy.
“I could tell,” Jerry said with a smile. He put his own glass on the table in the small restaurant situated near the ocean in Mystic. The dark wood surrounded them and the lights slid over them rather than blared down from the chandeliers. “But I’m curious about what you said to them, especially the coyote.”
“The coyote was the only one who didn’t vote for the inquest,” Bradley replied. “I just reminded them all of a few favors they owe me as well as how much having those two butches gone will benefit us all.”
“You didn’t agree to cut them in on the deal?” Jerry asked carefully. Once he had the Gray Tail lands he’d be able to develop it with a golf course and beautiful homes that would cover Snow Fur’s lands as well.
“I didn’t have to,” he said. “Each of them have their own proclivities that they wouldn’t want getting out.” He flashed a shark grin and pushed an envelope across the table. “A little sample of what I’ve managed to unearth on them.”
“Nothing on the coyote?”
“No. She’s clean as those butches unfortunately, but with the work we’ve done to set Blacklaw up, I think she’ll be gone in a matter of days.”
“There could be a problem with that,” Jerry said.
“What?” he frowned.
“Summerfield. She could always withdraw from the Coalition to prevent us from laying claim to both packs.”
“She won’t,” Bradley said. “And even if she does, so what? The Coalition will destroy her.”
Six packs moving against her would give him more men and women than the hyenas had brought for their fight. The grounds would be turned red with coyote blood.
“Blacklaw could withdraw as well,” Jerry mused.
“She’ll be prosecuted by the human system then. Your Jenner seems to have a penchant for human justice despite being a w
olf,” Bradley said coldly. “He’s going to have to be replaced before he becomes a threat to us.”
“I agree,” Jerry said and reached for his glass. Jenner wasn’t the only one who’d have to go. “Summerfield will have to be dealt with as well.”
“And she will be.”
“Before a confrontation. I don’t want to destroy the land. I just want her dead along with those who’ll be loyal to her,” Jerry replied tightly.
“Let’s see who we can turn and blow the place up.”
****
The next morning, Mica woke wearing only her panties and bra with light filtering in from the curtains to the left of her, but she was alone. The other side of the bed was cold and the aroma of rich coffee wafted to her.
Mica sighed as she rolled onto her back and pushed strands of hair out of her eyes. Staring up at the ceiling Mica had to wonder what the hell she’d been thinking to stay here last night.
She’d only intended to stay a minute yet…
“Fuck. The damn woman’s got your coyote’s tail in a freaking twist and you can’t even blame it on heat,” she muttered in self-disgust.
Mica pushed up into a sitting position in time to see Kamari coming through the bedroom door with a tray in hand, clad only in a pair of briefs that hugged her hips and a matching t-shirt. Her black hair fell over one shoulder in glorious S-curls that were obviously the product of her mixed heritage.
“I see you’re awake.”
“How long have you been?” Mica asked as Kamari placed the tray before her and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Not long,” she said and leaned toward her to kiss her jaw. “You’re a sound sleeper.”
“Not normally.” She could hear a cat breathe down the street and around the corner if it was walking toward her home.
So, why had she slept so deeply? This wasn’t her lair or even the lair of a woman she knew well and trusted. She shouldn’t have been able to even fall asleep.
“Was there something in that coffee?” Mica demanded.
Kamari laughed and the sound was a clear tinkling that caressed her. “You didn’t drink the coffee last night, remember, sexy?” Kamari picked up a strawberry and dipped it into the cream and brought it to Mica’s lips.
Mica held her gaze as she took it and fed herself. Kamari laughed.
“You’re such a control freak,” she teased.
Mica frowned. “I just think things should be a certain way.” She finished off the berry, her gaze on Kamari. Strands of her hair fell over her forehead. Mica fingers itched to brush the locks back, but she fought it even as the soft scent of orchard-rose drifted over her like a soft wind.
“So, was the video any help?” Kamari asked picking up a cup. She took a sip of the steaming brew, brows raised.
“I think it might be.” She should have been in the den last night showing that footage to Samarra. It was a major help considering it would clear Sydney of all wrong doing. “It clears up one problem we had, but we still have to worry about Mallory.”
“Even with the notes?”
Kamari shifted her weight and her hair slithered over her shoulder drawing Mica’s attention to her breasts. The lush curves she’d abused to a blush last night and wanted to repeat the process, but with a whip.
“Yeah.” Her voice came out a little husky, and she cursed it.
“The note I found might help,” Kamari said. “I think a copy should be sent to Jenner. He’ll want to know where it came from, and he could have the handwriting analyzed.”
“What does the note say?” Mica added cream and sugar to her own coffee and took a sip. “Nice.”
Kamari smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear and Mica caught sight of the bite on her neck.
“Shit,” she muttered.
Kamari frowned and looked down. “What?”
“I marked you.” And that was bad. Mica bit her lovers, but never hard enough to leave a mark. That made twice in one day she’d marked a woman she was not supposed not playing with.
“It’ll fade, though the other one hadn’t even started to,” she said with a frown. “Anyway, I’ll get the note, but I wonder why you didn’t let me come with you to Isa’s.”
“I didn’t need you to,” she said coolly. “I just need you not to continue holding back whatever you found and to give me that damn tie.”
Kamari’s lips tightened and anger sparked in her eyes, causing a silver streak to slash across the brown. “I knew you were playing me,” Kamari snapped. “You want the damned tie? Come get it tonight.” She stood, sloshing coffee over her hand and grimaced. “Show yourself out. I’m going to shower.” She set her coffee cup on the dresser and headed for the bathroom.
Mica was on her feet putting her own cup on the nightstand. She raked her fingers through her hair, her stomach in knots.
“Damn it. Come lock up before you get in the shower,” Mica shouted and grabbed her jeans from the chair near the bed. She tugged them on as the water came on in the bathroom.
She pulled on her shirt and shoes, but when Kamari didn’t emerge, she stepped into the other room to find her testing the water in the shower.
“Damn girl. What is wrong with you?” Mica asked stalking into the bathroom and grabbing Kamari by her nape. She led her back into the bedroom.
“Let go of me,” Kamari ordered, eyes flashing with anger. “Get out and lock up.”
Mica threw her over the bed and knelt down next to her before tugging Kamari’s panties down and dropping her hand on her butt.
Kamari screamed. “Mica.”
Mica delivered another strike to her firm cheeks, the coyote furious with Kamari for daring to challenge her. “I said lock up,” Mica said and hit her again. “The person you saw could come looking for you.” She hit her on one cheek and then the other.
“Stop it,” Kamari shouted. “Mica!”
“Are you so bent on showing me you don’t have to obey me that you forgot to be concerned about your safety?” Mica snarled.
“All you had to do was lock up,” she said.
Mica turned her onto her back to see tears bright in those pretty eyes. She hated having put them there.
“I’m concerned about you, pup,” she murmured. “We have no idea who this Jerry really is or who he has working with him. I don’t want you to get hurt.” She wiped away a tear with her thumb. “So, don’t be careless, or I’ll take my belt to you next time.”
Kamari sat up with Mica’s help. She growled low in her chest but didn’t meet Mica’s gaze.
Mica snarled at her.
“Mica—”
“Don’t give me static, Mari,” she cut in firmly. “Just come lock up. I’ll come get the tie and the note later. And don’t jerk me around, sweetheart, or we’re going to have issues.”
She knew she was on the border of crossing the line with Kamari, but the coyote craved Kamari, hungered for the wolf that challenged it with such bravado. The animal saw her as worthy of its affections, yet the coyote strove to make Mari submit to her strength and dominance.
Her animal never sought to impose its will on a sexual partner and neither did the woman. But with Kamari there was an imperative need that overrode her human nature as if the coyote knew something she didn’t.
She was only part human, so how did she fight her animal’s natural urges toward a woman that might be her destruction? Especially when all she wanted to do was be with her?
Chapter Sixteen
That afternoon, Cambrie still felt chilled as she wrapped her fingers around the mug of tea she’d ordered. The Wolf Trap Coffee House was humming with conversation and wolves and humans alike crowded in for a late afternoon snack or an early dinner. The rustic shop had a warm appeal with its ski lodge-like feel, and scents of sweets, the rich brew of coffee, and yeast of fresh made breads.
“So, what’s going to happen now?” Cambrie asked, but she had a feeling Sydney wouldn’t tell her even if she did know. Her mate had this overprotective streak that te
nded to forget she wasn’t helpless.
“Jen’s going to continue with his investigation, but he’s narrowing his focus on Mallory and Samarra, along with the waitress, for Isa’s death.”
“Why?” she asked with a frown. “I’ve only seen Mallory with her once.”
“Doesn’t matter. He thinks Mallory killed her because Isa was breaking it off with her, and Samarra’s covering it up,” Sydney said. “So now Isa’s family, as well as Connie’s, are clamoring for coyote heads.”
Cambrie saw the concern in her eyes. “What’s going to happen? I mean Samarra and Mallory, what’s their next move? Is Samarra putting the club up to get Mallory out on bail?”
Sydney shook her head. “It’s coming out of her pocket, but Jen wants her to agree to stay in the den. I think the Coalition is investigating.”
“Coalition?”
“The wolf and coyote alphas have a sort of a council that keeps each other in check,” Sydney said.
“Why didn’t they step in when the hyenas attacked?”
“Mallory and Samarra didn’t ask for their help,” Sydney replied. “Jen’s asking me to be voluntarily confined to den as well because his packmates are threatening to bypass human justice and come after me.”
Heat washed over her, followed by a cold wave and her stomach churned as if it were a stormy sea. Cambrie wasn’t going to lose her mate to this vindictive man.
“I wouldn’t put it past Jericho to have had her killed,” Cambrie muttered. “We know he put some of his own people’s lives at risk to help the damned hyenas, and we never really found out why. What was he hoping to get?”
“Your land.”
“He can’t have it,” she muttered. “And he can’t have anything concrete on Mallory.”
“They found some of Mallory’s things, things she wears often to the club in Isa’s room. There was also some DNA evidence, but he’s not saying what.”
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