“Do they own any of the land or is that all controlled by Cambrie?” Mica asked.
“Some of them own their land, but I’ve offered to buy them out. If they refuse to take it, I’ll allow them to rent the use of the land to a family, but they can never return to live there.”
“I think you should keep an offer of safe passage to any future family member in case they just need a place to live or a child wants back in the pack after it’s grown,” Mica said.
“I will. Mica, you’re going to have to get her to work with us on this,” Samarra said quietly.
“I’m doing my best.”
“The killer thinks she has whatever Isa was trying to keep secret, so let’s give Jenner that video. The killer will make another move on her and we’ll be there to get him.”
“I’ve been thinking about what Mallory said Isa saw. What if this isn’t just about that night?”
“It’s about Connie, too.”
“No. Samarra. Listen. Delaney confirms the existence of a killer boys club, or that
Jericho and some of his buddies called themselves that when they were teens. What if they’re really killers?”
“What are you saying, Mica?” Samarra asked carefully.
“Serial killers, what if Isa and Amy uncovered a trail of dead bodies that they want to stay buried?
Samarra exhaled roughly. “We have no proof of that.”
“Connie knew something, and it wasn’t just that Jericho was in league with the hyenas. Why care unless what he was doing was going to create ripples in the pack that would cause a war?” Mica demanded. “And that didn’t have to with the Coalition helping to smooth it over.”
“But dead girls all up and down the Eastern Seaboard is something even the Coalition can’t get them out of,” Samarra murmured. “It’s a stretch and we need some proof, but that won’t kill our current problem.”
“I know.” Mallory and Samarra still had to be exonerated. “But it might shed some doubt on whether Mallory killed Isa and you helped cover it up.”
They fell silent, each turning things over in their minds as they sped to the house that served as both city home and accounting business. She had a big enough piece of land that she had two guesthouses on the property and Mica and Cambrie occupied them when they were in the city.
When they reached the house, Samarra pulled into the driveway and eased the car into the garage which contained a motorcycle and Samarra’s car.
“She’s in the guesthouse.” Samarra cut the engine and released her seatbelt before climbing out. “We’ll talk in the morning.”
Mica followed suit and was on Samarra’s heels as they stepped into the house. She strode to the back of the house and out a door leading to the back patio and guesthouses.
The land was tree laden and allowed them to run free in their animal form without nosy neighbors catching sight of them and calling animal control.
She passed a coyote making rounds and yipped at her. The coyote returned the low sound and kept going.
Mica reached the guesthouse and unlocked the door. On entering, the silence struck her hardest, and she wondered if the agent had given them the slip.
Wandering through the small dwelling, she finally caught a whiff of the orchid-rose scent and tracked it to the bedroom she normally slept in. Stopping in the doorway, Mica found Kamari lounging on the bed with several items spread out on it and a keyboard and tablet next to her.
Her black hair fell around her face forming a curtain, but she’d changed into a top with spaghetti straps and shorts leaving her legs bare. The sight of all that rich brown skin made Mica blood heat with sensual hunger.
The animal prowled closer to the surface of her mind and urged her to claim what was theirs.
Kamari swept the wavy mass onto her shoulder and looked at her. Those brown eyes were warm, like a welcome home after being gone too long.
“I see you made bail.” Her tone was soft as Kamari’s gaze slid over her, the fire of arousal sparking in her depths.
“Thank you for calling Samarra.”
“Just showing you I can be a good sub,” she commented mockingly.
Mica closed the distance to sit on the edge of the bed and run her fingertips along Kamari’s arm. Her skin was silky beneath her touch.
“I know you can, for me,” she murmured.
Kamari held her gaze. Mica loved having those copper eyes on her. They could be so expressive and filled with sensual heat it left her breathless.
“Why is it so important to you to be in control?”
“Losing my parents and being plunked in New England took something from me that I never got back,” Mica told her urgently. “I was among my own kind, but here I had to fight to prove myself dominant in a world of male assholes who thought they could push me around.”
“So, you had to learn control and play dominance games to earn rank,” Kamari said and a light of understanding shone in her gorgeous eyes.
“But it wasn’t just the change,” Mica said feeling compelled to open a door to her soul she’d slammed shut a long time ago. “I wasn’t just beat, I was raped, my body tortured.” She averted her gaze as memories swept over her, the ghosts of old pain haunting her.
Kamari leaned close to her, nuzzled her as if sensing her pain.
“My coyote surged to the fore, I shifted while one of them was slicing me with his claws, and I became—I saved myself.”
“You became dark shadow, the savage creature that hunts in the night and takes lives as it sees fit.”
Mica looked at her then in surprise. “How do you know? You’re a wolf.”
“Coyotes are but wolves in different clothing. Our ancestors are the same. Your shadows are similar to ours. We call what you are a shadow walker. The animal can visit the astral, connect to its mate telepathically without others of the same kind listening in, and they can walk in the night unseen.”
“I’ve heard legends of shadow walkers and the mists,” Mica murmured.
“Mist females can bear the children of a woman, thanks to a genetic abnormality that occurred in the seventeen hundreds.”
“Why did it occur?”
“Hunters killed off a good deal of the shifter males leaving an abundance of females with no prospect of creating new generations without inbreeding. And then there was an epidemic of an STD they think was a strain of syphilis or herpes that altered the genetic make-up of girls who were born of men and women who contracted it through contact with humans.”
“That could make sense,” Mica said. As much as anything she’d ever heard.
“So, are you going to be charged?”
“I’ll plead it down and do whatever time comes with it.”
“It was kind of sexy seeing you kick his ass,” Kamari said.
“Oh, you liked that, did you?” Mica asked in a teasing tone. But she hoped Kamari was impressed by her ability. A shadow coyote was nothing if not protective and possessive.
Part of their mystique was pride in their ability to put an enemy or threat to its mate on his or her ass. Having the mate appreciate that strength and animal power was important.
“Yeah.” Kamari leaned towards her. “I know you wanted to kick Jenner’s butt for trying to make you hit me.”
She shook her head slowly as her gaze drifted to Kamari’s mouth. “I will next time he tries something so stupid.” Mica leaned just a fraction closer, eyes snagging Kamari’s now. “Do you want to—can you accept my terms?”
“I would say no, but I don’t think I can resist you,” Kamari whispered. “I want to touch you, to own you.”
Mica kissed her softly and Kamari moaned. She trailed her lips to Kamari’s jaw before kissing her way to her throat. Mica nuzzled, wanting to bite her, and then she did.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The sensations tore through Kamari, and her wolf huffed. The animal was really into her, and the woman found Mica too intriguing to walk away from.
Mica ripped Kamari’s
little cami and pushed the tattered threads aside revealing tight points standing at attention. “Beautiful little wolf.” She brushed Kamari’s lips with hers before taking a kiss as she cupped her breasts.
Her lips moved demandingly against Kamari’s as Kamari stroked her hands up Mica’s arms to curve around her neck and tangle in her hair.
Mica deepened the kiss as she urged Kamari onto her back on the mattress. She braced herself above her without breaking contact and Kamari clung to her.
“Kam,” she rasped after breaking the kiss to shove the items on the bed to the floor. Kamari arched up rubbing her body sinuously against Mica’s, feeling the pressure of the dildo against her clit.
She shuddered and moaned softly. “Mica,” she said running her hands down Mica’s shoulders to rest on her hips. “God, I want you.”
Mica glided her hands over Kamari’s stomach and up to her breasts. “Damn, you make me so horny.” She growled and Kamari smiled.
Mica lowered her head and flicked her tongue over a chocolate peak. Kamari gasped and arched her chest toward Mica’s mouth, hungry for the heat of it on her skin.
“Oooo!” Kamari pushed her hands beneath Mica’s black tank top and stroked her back, scratching.
Mica drew the nipple into her mouth and sucked before releasing it to pinch the moist tip before giving it a hard swat.
“Mmm.”
Mica laved the dark tip before sucking it again then releasing it with a pop. She turned her attention to the twin while her fingers pinched and plumped the other turgid peak. She slapped the fleshy mound, sucked and then scraped her teeth against the delicate flesh before sucking it again.
“Mmm. So sweet.” Mica gave her nipple one last pull with her lips and pluck with her fingers before kissing a trail down over Kamari’s belly.
Kamari’s breathing was harsh, her body an inferno. Her head thrashed on the pillow as her lover’s fingers found her clit and brushed over the engorged shaft.
“Oh, fuck!” She breathed roughly.
Mica tugged her shorts down and discarded them before flipping Kamari over on her stomach. Her sharp hiss of breath brought a smile to Kamari’s lips.
“Mari, you’re a bad girl,” she whispered and stroked her hands over her hips. “I was going to take these off and fuck you, but I have a better idea. Stay.”
She felt the bed move behind her and then Mica was walking in front of her to the closet. Kamari watched her, eyes devouring Mica’s sleek muscled form. The long legs tanned and the butt firm.
“Get on your knees, Kamari,” she ordered as she opened the closet and removed a bag from the top shelf.
Kamari did as she was told as Mica came to stand in front of her.
“Face the headboard,” she ordered and then bent to tug something from beneath the mattress.
Mica produced a tether onto which she attached a black leather cuff. She secured one wrist before going to the other side of the bed and doing the same to the other. Then, she climbed into the bed behind Kamari and trailed wet kisses down her spine to the curve of her butt.
The black panties she wore were crotchless with a slit in back revealing the seam of her ass down to the entrance. Kamari hadn’t known what would happen tonight, but she’d pulled on the sexy panties because she liked them and had been thinking of Mica.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” Mica asked.
“Tell me.”
Mica tapped one curve with her hand, and Kamari jumped.
“Can you guess now?” Mica crooned and then swatted her on her other cheek before pulling her panties down just enough to bare the curves of her rear.
Mica hit Kamari harder with her hand before bending to trail kisses over one firm globe and then the other, biting her before swatting each cheek again.
Mica tapped Kamari’s ass again and again causing her butt to burn before she landed two strikes on the other cheek.
Kamari moaned. “Mica, Mistress.”
The next tap was with a paddle and by the feel of it, there were raised edges on it that delivered a sting of pain that went straight to her clit.
Kamari gasped and Mica hit her again, the points just sharp enough to elevate the deliciousness. The next tap on her flesh drew a cry from her as the burn intensified and the sharp bite of pain licked over her nerve endings, making her clit throb and her juices ease from her.
Kamari whimpered, the delectation sending her into that special place where pain and pleasure were kindred spirits.
Mica dropped the paddle on the curve of Kamari’s ass again before hitting the back of one thigh and then the other.
“God, Mica,” she screamed. Her skin was on fire, her body vibrating with the need to come.
“Angel,” she said and smoothed her hand over Kamari’s ass before peeling her panties further down.
A moment later, something cool and wet kissed the crease of her ass, sliding down to her anus.
Kamari’s eyes widened. “Mica?”
“Relax, sweetie. I’m only going to give you more pleasure.” She drew a finger around her anus and pushed it in.
The penetration had her holding her breath and the digit slipped past the tight ring of muscle. Mica drew her finger out and pushed it back deeper.
“Damn your ass is so tight,” Mica said. “I can’t wait to fuck it.” She thrust her fingers back in and fucked Kamari with easy strokes, spreading her fingers apart before drawing them out and driving them back in.
Kamari mewled as Mica fucked her harder, introducing her to a new delight.
Mica’s hand landed on her butt cheek and Kamari let out a whimper. “Mica, please,” she begged. “I need you.”
Hard and deep, Mica’s fingers drove into her, retreated, before driving back in striking a chord of bliss in Kamari.
Mica hit her harder this time and Kamari screamed, her juices soaking her thighs.
“You want me to fill this tight little ass?” Mica crooned.
“Yes,” she cried breathlessly.
Mica quickly pulled her fingers free before tugging the glove from her hand and tucking the mushroom head of the dildo at the entrance of Kamari’s ass.
The thick cock parted her tight tissues with a slight bite that made her groan in appreciation.
“Sweet little ass,” Mica murmured. “I’ve been thinking of having you like this since the first time I saw you shaking your ass in the club.” She gripped Kamari’s hips and began to thrust into her.
Kamari moaned. The dildo felt good inside her. It was just the right size. “It’s so perfect.”
Mica straightened and pulled Kamari up against her, allowing her to brace her hands on the headboard. Then, Mica pushed her hand down the front of Kamari’s panties and Kamari groaned as Mica pushed two fingers into her. “You’re so wet and hot.”
“Mistress.” She rubbed her ass against Mica savoring the feel of her warm body, breasts flat against her back.
Mica kissed the side of her neck and nipped her earlobe as she thrust into Kamari’s ass. “Damn, you feel so right,” Mica growled. She thrust her fingers deeper into Kamari’s pussy and her hand flattened so the heel was pressed tightly against Kamari’s clit.
Kamari groaned hard. “Mica, you’re going to make me come so hard.” Her head fell to rest on Mica’s shoulder. Kamari’s hips moved as she worked them on the fingers shuttling inside her. “Oh, yes! Mica!”
Mica drove into her, cock and then fingers moving in tandem as she fucked her with a rhythm that turned into a staccato beat. Kamari ground against Mica’s hand as Mica thrust into her, the dildo sinking to the depths of her ass.
Sweat dampened her brow as her body raced toward climax. Each stroke was a hard thrust threatening to bring her undone until it did.
With the feel of Mica’s fingers inside her, the heel pressed tight against her clit, and the dildo driving into her ass one last time, Kamari came on a scream, body jerking taut, her cream soaking Mica’s fingers.
Mica bit her, sinking her
teeth into her where neck and shoulder met, throwing her into another orgasm.
Kamari collapsed against the headboard with Mica’s heavier body just barely resting against her, her breath hot and fast as it fanned her neck. Mica’s claws were pricking her hips lightly.
“You’re incredible,” Kamari said between pants. “You make it so hard to resist you.”
“I thought you’d given up trying when you came onto me at the club tonight.” Mica bit her shoulder and the light sting make Kamari shudder.
Mica pulled her fingers free and licked them. “God, you taste good.” She pulled back, easing the dildo from her rear and climbed from the bed to release the restraints.
Kamari slid boneless to the bed and rolled onto her back. She watched Mica tuck the dildo back into her boxers before striding into the bathroom.
“You’re so damned sexy,” Kamari murmured and smiled. “How can I do anything but give in to you? I’ve always had a weakness for dominant women.”
“Give in to me all the way, Mari,” came the murmured reply.
Kamari climbed out of bed and followed in Mica’s footsteps. Mica was washing her dildo in the sink. Kamari leaned against the doorframe reaching out to caress her arm.
“I’m tactile, Mica. I can’t wait for an invitation to touch you. I don’t need you to tell me how to dress or who to be friends with or when I can speak.”
“I won’t control when you speak, and I’d never repudiate your touch.”
“But you think you have the right to tell me what to wear and who I can be friends with?” Kamari demanded incredulously. “You’re asking for a clash of wills and setting us up for a very short and hot-burning fling.”
Mica dried her hands and turned to face her. “You know what I am, and you know what’s happening between us.”
“I know that I don’t have to accept the bond. I won’t destroy myself by setting myself up to leave you or kill you.”
Mica put her hand on Kamari shoulder and stroked up to her hair where she fisted her hand. “If you know anything about the shadows, about what’s going on with me, you know that’s all there is, one way or another,” she whispered.
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