Kiss of Heat

by Lora Leigh

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  “Don’t push me, Kane. ” She stared back at him relentlessly. “I won’t be intimidated by you. Not now, not ever. I’m not some helpless little normal woman to bow and scrape at your feet for whatever order you would give. ”

  “Who is head of security here, sweet thing?” He gave her a tight, hard grin. “Last I heard it wasn’t you. ”

  She sniffed at that. “Only because you have balls and I don’t,” she growled. “For some reason, Callan must think the size of your dick indicates your brain capacity. Perhaps I should warn him otherwise. ”

  The truth was, Kane was better at the job and she knew it. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have her own strengths. Strengths she wouldn’t allow him to take from her. She stared back at him mutinously, daring him to go any further in his male superior demands.

  “Perhaps you should,” he drawled. “But let’s first see if the size of my dick can pound any sense into your stubborn ass first. ”

  She had time to open her mouth with every intention of blasting him to hell and back with any and every insult she could pull out of her overheated brain, when his lips covered hers. There was a second of stunned surprise, that moment when she wondered why the hell she fought him, because the feel of his lips on hers was paradise.

  This was the answer to every aching, hungry cell in her body. Her arms crossed over his shoulders, her fingers digging into the smooth muscle beneath his shirt as she slipped her tongue over his, following it as it retreated back into his mouth until his lips could close on her, suckling her tongue, drawing the sweet essence of the arousing hormone from the glands there and consuming it himself. They both moaned, the sound trapped by the other’s mouth as they ate at each other, lips and tongues meshed, pressing together as the carnality of the act became overwhelming. Sherra could feel her pussy weeping, dampening her panties, making her move against the hard thigh that had slipped between hers, pressing against her cunt and setting it on fire.

  “Dessert first,” Kane growled as he tore his lips from hers, his hands moving to his jeans, releasing the material quickly. “Get out of those pants, Sherra, I can’t wait much longer. ”

  Feverish, enflamed, the sexuality spiraling between them was too hot, too intense to deny now. Her hands moved to the clasp of her own pants when she saw his cock revealed. His hand gripped it, fingers moving over it as he watched her from narrowed eyes.

  Her fingers were trembling, her breath rasping in her throat as she pushed the waistband over her hips, the curve of her rear.

  “I can’t wait, Sherra,” he whispered brokenly as he turned her. “Bend over. Put your hands against the wall. ”

  He positioned her as he wanted her, bent, braced against the stone, as he spread her thighs as far as her pants allowed.

  “Kane,” she whimpered hungrily as she felt him bend, the blunt head of his erection sliding against the slick flesh of her over-sensitized pussy.

  “Damn, baby, you’re so hot,” he whispered, one hand gripping her hip as he pulled at her, forcing her to rise to her tiptoes, to create the height needed to lodge the flared head at the entrance to her vagina.

  “There, Sherra,” he groaned. “Hell yes, baby. Just like this. ”

  She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming as he began to bore inside her. Slow rotations of his hips worked the hard flesh inside the gripping tissue of her pussy as she fought to breathe through the pleasure streaking through her.

  “Trying not to scream, baby?” he asked her tightly, both hands at her hips now as he screwed inside her. Sherra couldn’t believe the eroticism of the act. Bent over, her pants at her ankles as Kane fucked her from behind, his cock worked inside her with rhythmic, powerful strokes that had her praying she wouldn’t scream from need of him.

  “You’re cruel,” she groaned, resting her head on her arm as she thrust her pussy on the smooth impalement. “Don’t tease me like this, Kane. ”

  “Oh, baby, that’s not teasing,” he assured her gently. “Now this, darlin’, this is teasing. ”

  She moaned helplessly as the strokes slowed but were no less devastating. Sweat began to dampen her body as electricity sizzled along her nerve endings. She panted, whimpered pleadingly, all in vain as Kane whispered his joy of her. How hot. How sweet. How tight…

  She tasted blood as she bit her lip, fighting against his hold as she began to crave the deep, driving thrusts she knew he could give her. She wanted him slamming inside her, throwing her into the near violent orgasms that overtook her when he did so.

  Instead, it was slow, measured thrusts. Deep, gentle penetrations that stretched the snug muscles and had her gripping him with a cry of longing, pulsing around his cock as he came over her, his lips settling on her neck.

  “Kane, I can’t stand it,” she groaned as he retreated, returned, paused and retreated again only to renew the cycle.

  “You have to stand it,” he panted. “It’s killing me, Sherra. You’re killing me with pleasure and I can’t stand the thought of letting you go. ”

  He was pumping inside her, smooth, strong thrusts that were too slow, too damned teasing and only built her need higher. She was gasping for breath, her hips writhing as he restrained her, her pussy clenching convulsively around the steel-hard shaft driving her insane.

  “If you don’t fuck me, I swear I’ll castrate you later,” she groaned as his hips twisted, his hand lifting her

  as he sank deeper inside the burning depths of her vagina. “I mean it, Kane,” she cried out. “I can’t stand it. I need it harder. ”

  “Ahh, baby, all you had to do was ask,” he groaned, his own voice strained now as the pace increased. Sherra felt her breath catch in her chest as her eyes closed helplessly. All her senses were centered between her thighs. The feel of his cock shafting her with hard, digging strokes, raking over sensitive tissue, stretching it, setting her on fire as he began, finally, to fuck her in earnest. Their moans mingled in the dark confines of the tunnel, whispered gasps, female Feline growls of hunger merging in a symphony of lust and need.

  Sherra moved back to him, driving him inside her, deeper, harder, feeling the smooth expanse of his cock head butting against her cervix as the knot of tension began to build within her womb. She was shaking, her legs trembling, her muscles tightening as Kane’s pace increased further. The sound of damp flesh smacking together, the sucking of her pussy around his cock all combined with the moans and filled her head with a screaming demand she knew she could no longer deny. Her fingers clawed at the stone, her back arched as she drove herself harder on the wedge of flesh parting her, pistoning inside her now with hard, powerful strokes. A low cry built in her throat, then grew in volume as the conflagration of pleasure suddenly exploded from her womb and rushed through her body.

  Kane was only a few strokes behind her. His teeth raked her neck as he drove in deep, then he bit her—

  he actually bit her—making her scream as another surge of violent reaction overtook her, shuddering through her body, bowing her back as she felt Kane’s cock pulse, his semen, hot and rich, spew inside her.

  “We’re going to kill each other like this. ” He was breathing roughly long minutes later as he steadied her before weakly adjusting his pants and then helping her with hers. Her hands were shaking, her body still racked by occasional shudders of pleasure as the echo of her orgasm worked through her.

  “Yeah well, I did try to warn you. ” She tried to inject a small measure of waspishness into her tone, but it was impossible with the languor stealing over her. Damn, she could sleep now if there was a bed handy.

  She drew in a deep, relaxing breath, then stilled. She felt her heart suddenly race in her chest, fear exploding in the pit of her stomach.

  “What is it?” Kane rose from picking up the flashlight.

  She turned, drawing in the scents from one end of the tunnel, then from the other.

  “Fuck,” she whispered. “L
et’s go. Fast. Somehow we’ve triggered an explosive. ”

  It was close, but she didn’t know how close. She could smell the damned thing heating up, preparing to blow, and knew there wasn’t a chance in hell of finding it. According to the strength of the explosives it could be contained behind them, or the force of it could blow out the rest of the tunnel. With her and

  Kane inside it.

  They ran.

  Chapter Twelve

  The blast of the explosion sent Sherra and Kane hurtling through the main cave opening, the sense of sudden weightlessness, of flight, was almost terrifying as she saw the boulders that surrounded the area looming below her. She tucked her body as she landed, rolled and came to her feet as she fought to catch her breath.

  Kane was on his knees, choking against the dust settling around him as he too fought to get his bearings and to clear his head.

  “Jonas,” she yelled furiously as the Feline breeds rushed around them. “Head count. I need a head count. ” There had been others in the main cavern, as well as several of the smaller tunnels earlier.

  “Everyone accounted for, Sherra,” Jonas Wyatt called back, his voice cold, furious. “I have an ASAP

  out to a medic and Callan. Are you okay?”

  “Do we have wounded?” She narrowed her eyes, seeing several Breeds sitting on the ground as the others attended them. “Status. ”

  He jumped up from examining Kane, his gray eyes almost a quicksilver now with rage as he stared back at her, his face coated with grime, several scratches on his cheek where debris had obviously caught him.

  “We had major debris collapsing from above the mine entrance, we have minor injuries, a few broken bones. What the hell triggered that explosive?”

  Alpha males, Sherra thought irrationally. Jonas Wyatt was one of the worst, easygoing one moment, taking charge the next. She saw now why he was rapidly rising within the security ranks at Sanctuary.

  “Hell. ” She was breathing roughly, drawing in deep gulps of oxygen as Kane stumbled to his feet. “It must have been wired for sound. There was no scent of it, no sign of it, Jonas, before it started heating up. I’m starting to wonder if the whole system isn’t one big grave in there. ”

  Kane snorted sarcastically, though she fought to ignore him.

  “Callan is arriving,” Jonas called out as the sound of jeeps racing through the rough track up the mountain could be heard. “Get ready to move the wounded out. Sherra, do we stay or go?”

  “You fucking go!” Kane turned on the Lion Breed furiously then. “Pack your shit up and get back to the compound. Now!”

  Jonas blinked at him with a blank look. This was a Breed that rarely took orders, even from Callan.

  “Yes, sir. ” He finally nodded before turning away from him. “Load up, boys and girls, we’re being sent home. ”

  Kane was growling. Sherra tilted her head, watching him curiously as he kicked a stone, muttered something and flashed her another dangerous look.

  She smiled brightly. “Ain’t adrenaline a fine thing? Want to fuck it off?”

  He frowned, lifted his lip in a violent portrayal of fury and stomped over to where Callan had pulled up in the pickup, followed by several Jeeps.

  As she watched, Jonas sidled up to her. “Can humans be infected and turn Breed?” he asked her curiously. “I swear, I think he growls better than I do. ”

  She stifled her laughter, elbowed the snickering Breed and hurried over to Callan. Only God knew what Kane was telling on her now.

  Kane was definitely telling. Sherra snickered as Callan cast her a brooding look, questioned Kane, then nodded abruptly as she moved close enough to hear what they were saying.

  “The caves are obviously a trap. Best case, we blow all the entrances until this situation eases and we can complete the intel and find the entrances the terrorists are using. Until then, we’re sitting ducks or dead in those mazes, your pick. ” Kane’s voice was weary, strained. “I can’t see the sense in risking our men and women this way, Callan. ”