IceHuntersMate

by Marisa Chenery

  Her head bobbed as she sucked him in and out, taking him almost to the back of her throat before working on the tip of his cock, stroking the sensitive spot under the flared head with the flat of her tongue. His musky, male scent filled her nose, along with the taste of him, pushing her arousal even higher.

  Wachei’s hands landed in her hair as he thrust his hips, fucking her mouth. Growl after growl rumbled out of him. Even though the noises he made weren’t the normal moans and groans, they still turned her on. And words seemed to have deserted him as well.

  Eryn continued to pleasure him, his cock growing even harder. Her pussy ached to have it deep inside. Wachei would fill her to capacity. The thought of his big shaft spearing into her had more of her juices leaking into her thong.

  Wachei pulled away and tugged her to her feet. “No more,” he said in a husky voice. “I need to be inside you. Now. I can’t think straight.”

  He yanked her shirt up and over her head, then worked on stripping her jeans from her. Wachei grabbed her bottom, pulled her closer, then grew still and sucked in a sharp breath. He turned her so her back faced him.

  “What kind of underwear is this?” he asked, a faint growl lacing his words. “The back of it seems to be missing.”

  Eryn chuckled. “It’s a thong. Haven’t you seen one before?”

  “No, but I like it.”

  She had been about to ask why his previous girlfriends hadn’t worn one for him when Wachei wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back to his chest. He skimmed his hands down the front of her to her thong. One of them shoved past the waistband until he reached her pussy. A finger dipped inside, stroking before it circled her clit.

  “So wet,” he said. “And so ready for me.”

  He walked her closer to the bed, then released her to unhook her bra. Wachei skimmed it down her arms before he tossed it aside. He caressed her breasts, tugging at her taut nipples. Eryn pushed back against him, the feel of his bare cock against her bottom heightening her desire.

  Wachei’s hands traveled lower, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her thong. He inched it down past her hips until it fell to pool at her ankles. Eryn stepped out of it and kicked it out of the way. She pushed back once more, silently begging him to finally take her.

  Instead, he bent her over so her hands rested on the mattress and tugged her hips a little closer. “Don’t move,” he said.

  Eryn heard the sound of Wachei taking off his jeans. She looked over her shoulder to get her first glimpse of him totally naked. He had the body of a god. He was all rippling muscle and bronzed skin. She was going to explore that hard, male body with her hands, lips and tongue, but not right now. Getting his big cock inside her pussy was all she wanted at this moment.

  She turned her head back around and let it hang down as Wachei stepped closer and put his hands on her hips. He used a hard thigh to push her legs wider apart. His cock brushed up against her pussy, the tip dipping into her wetness.

  “Please,” Eryn panted. “Now.”

  She didn’t have to ask a second time. Wachei held her steady, then slowly worked his cock inside her. She pushed back, matching his strokes, her pussy stretching to take all of him. Once he was balls-deep, he stopped moving and let out a groan.

  “You feel so good,” he said gruffly.

  He pulled back until he was almost all the way out, then pushed home once more. In and out he pumped. Eryn moaned, her release building with each stroke of his cock. Wachei filled her just as she’d thought he would. The head of his shaft butted against her cervix with each thrust in.

  Her body coiled tighter, readying itself to climax. And it was then Eryn felt it. A new sensation she’d never experienced before while making love. It was almost as if some part of her reached out for Wachei. In return, a part of him seemed to take hold of it, combing both pieces into one. The instant it did, something snapped into place between her and Wachei. And on the heels of that came the most intense orgasm Eryn had ever had.

  A keening moan tore out of her. She fisted her hands in the covers and pushed back to meet each of Wachei’s strokes. He pistoned his hips faster, then rammed into her one final time. He held on to her hips, holding her tight against him as his cock pulsed deep inside her with his release. Once he stopped coming, Eryn realized Wachei was still hard, the same as he’d been the day before when they’d fooled around.

  He pulled out of her and had her straighten before he turned her to face him. His arms came around her and held her close as he kissed her. It started off slow and tender, but after a few seconds, the kiss ramped up. Eryn’s blood heated once more. Need slowly built, and she moaned.

  Wachei picked her up, then placed her on the center of the bed. He came down on top of her, his hard cock nudging her pussy. He left her mouth and kissed along her jawline. “No point in talking yet. It’s already done, and I want more of you.”

  Eryn had no idea what Wachei meant by something was already done, unless he meant the first time they’d made love fully. Either way, she pretty much didn’t care right now. Not when his cock was slowly pressing inside her, causing delicious pulses of pleasure to shoot through her.

  She lifted her legs and wrapped them around Wachei’s waist. Eryn pressed her heels against his muscular ass, urging him to set a faster pace and take her harder. He lifted his upper body, supporting himself on his hands, as he took long, hard strokes. She looked up at him and saw his eyes were closed. The look of pleasure he wore had her pussy clenching around his cock.

  Eryn loved the feeling of Wachei sinking his shaft inside her. He angled his hips in just the right way to rub her clit as he thrust in and out. She moaned and clutched at his biceps, lifting her bottom off the bed to match the pace he set.

  All at once, her orgasm built and crashed through her. She gasped Wachei’s name as her pussy rhythmically squeezed and released his plunging cock. He growled low and followed her into release, filling her with his cum.

  He collapsed on top of her, but braced himself on his bent arms so she didn’t have to take all his weight. Eryn put her arms around his back and held him close as she fought to catch her breath. Sex with Wachei had been as good as she’d thought it would be, if not better.

  Even though he’d come twice, Wachei remained hard. But instead of continuing to make her come for a third time in a row—which would have been a record for her—he pulled out and rolled onto his back. He took her into his arms so she lay against his side with her head pillowed on his chest. Eryn was more than content to lie there and bask in the afterglow of the best sex she’d ever had.

  Chapter Seven

  Wachei held on to Eryn as a mix of emotions swirled through him. He’d made Eryn his mate. The mating bond had formed between them, he’d felt it, and he was pretty sure she had as well. He was glad his mating urge no longer rode him, but how he’d gone about ending it hadn’t gone exactly as planned. His mate was still blissfully unaware of what he truly was, as well as what he’d just done to her.

  Now he wished he’d told Eryn everything about him when they’d met. He should have told her the truth right then as Edensaw had with Cassidy when she’d first found them. She’d known exactly what Edensaw wanted from her before his alpha had touched her.

  He was at a complete loss as to how he should tell Eryn. He’d had a plan all set out while he’d waited for her to arrive. He had wanted to take her up to his room, have things heat up between them, then before he made love to her, tell her everything.

  Well, that had fallen apart. Wachei hadn’t taken into account that Eryn would want some control of the intimacies they would share right from the start. Once she’d gone down onto her knees in front of him and taken his cock into her mouth, his control had snapped. All his good intentions had disappeared in a second as raging need had taken him over. And his mating urge had made it that much worse.

  Eryn reached up and ran the tips of her fingers along his forehead. “You keep frowning like that and you’ll end up with
wrinkles, or I’m going to think our lovemaking wasn’t as good for you as it was for me.”

  Wachei grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest over his heart. “It was perfect, better than perfect. That’s not what I’m frowning about.” He took a deep breath. “I didn’t get to have that talk with you before we took things this far.”

  “Personally, I think that wasn’t a bad thing. I’d rather get down and dirty with you first, then have a chat.” Eryn reached down and trailed her fingers along his cock, which had yet to soften. “And from the feel of this, you still would rather have the sex than the talk.”

  He captured her hand before she did more than caress his dick. “Maybe, but I’m not going to mess this up any more than I already have.”

  That had Eryn pushing out of his embrace and sitting up next to him. “You haven’t made a mess of anything. Now you have me thinking I’ve missed something.”

  Wachei sat up. “It’s not you. It’s something I haven’t done.”

  “I’m really not sure where you’re going with this. If you’re referring to the sex, you didn’t do anything wrong. It was the best I’ve had.”

  He lifted his hand, caressed Eryn’s cheek and gave her a small smile. “I’m glad you think our lovemaking was that good. It has been a while for me, but I guess one never forgets how.”

  She chuckled. “Just like riding a bicycle.”

  “I will have to take your word for it since I’ve never ridden one.”

  Eryn shook her head. “There you go again, saying something that’s a little off. Almost everyone has ridden a bike during their childhood at some point. But you say you never did.”

  “There’s a reason for that. It’s part of what I wanted to explain.” Wachei paused. “Before I claimed you as my mate.”

  Eryn gave him a look that said she didn’t know whether he was serious or not. “Mates? You’re joking, right? People don’t call their lovers mates.”

  “I told you, I’m not like everyone else. My wolf brothers and I are the first of a new race of man.”

  “Wolf brothers? Do you mean Edensaw, Capac, Durlach, Ketah and Kajakti? I thought you were only roommates and not related. And I have to say you claiming to be part of a new race is more than a little on the strange side.” Eryn slid off the bed, gathered up her clothes and put each piece on.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “The way this conversation is going, I’m thinking it would be better if I wasn’t naked.”

  Wachei climbed off the bed to stand in front of Eryn. “Why? You think I’m crazy and you might need to leave in a hurry?”

  “I’m hoping not.”

  “You can’t. Now that we’re mates, we won’t be able to stand being apart.”

  “Okaay, that is starting to make you sound like a psycho stalker.”

  “I’m not, whatever that means what you said.”

  “There you go again, not understanding something the rest of the population would.”

  Wachei sighed in frustration. This was steadily going bad. He was trying to ease into telling Eryn everything, but it was only making her think he was crazy. Now that she was dressed, there was a good chance she’d try to leave before he said all he needed to.

  So instead of doing it slowly, he blurted it right out. “When I said my wolf brothers and I are the first of a new race of man, I meant we were the first werewolves, the sentinels. Our shaman turned us, Tlingit hunters, ten thousand years ago to fight the evil that is to come. Once we each sired a child, he put us to sleep in an ice cave on a glacier to awaken when we were needed. There we stayed until Cassidy found us ten months ago.”

  Eryn stared at him for a few seconds, showing nothing of how she felt about what he’d revealed. She cleared her throat. “Did you just say you were a ten-thousand-year-old werewolf?”

  “Correct.”

  “So that would mean you were from the ice age?”

  “Yes.”

  She shook her head. “I guess I really know how to pick them. You’re nuts. You might be the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, but you’re still crazy if you really think that bullshit you told me is true. This is where I say goodbye and that I hope you have a great life, without me in it.”

  Eryn went to turn away, but Wachei took her arm and stopped her. “I’m not crazy. Every word I said was the truth.”

  “Really now? How are you going to make me believe that? Are you going to shift into a big, bloodthirsty half-man and half-wolf creature, or do you need it to be a full moon to do that?”

  This was going so much worse than Wachei had thought it would, and he hadn’t even gotten her to believe him yet. Once she did, he had a feeling she was going to go into freak-out mode, as Cassidy liked to call it when someone reacted badly to something.

  At a loss to make it better, Wachei gave Eryn the proof she needed. He waited until she looked right at him, then reached for the spark of magic inside him and shifted into his dire wolf form. His mate’s eyes grew wider as she watched him go through the change. Her mouth opened but no sound came out.

  He looked up at her. It’s still me, Eryn. I would never hurt you. You are my mate, the one meant for me. I would give my immortal life to protect you.

  As he’d spoken telepathically to her, Eryn’s scent became laced with her fear. Her face turned white. Her mouth opened and closed a few times. Wachei had a feeling she worked herself up into a scream. Boy, he’d been wrong about that.

  Eryn lifted her foot and kicked him squarely in the chest, which sent him flying so he ended up landing hard on his side. While he scrambled to his paws, she managed to get to the bedroom door, open it, then slam it shut again. He quickly shifted back to his human form to work the doorknob.

  Naked, Wachei ran after her and managed to catch up to her before she could get through the front door. He put his hand on her shoulder to turn Eryn around. She yelled, then slammed her knee into his privates. He dropped like a stone, unable to stop her from running outside. He groaned in pain, his hand cupping his abused balls. It felt as if she’d kicked them into his throat, and he didn’t know if he was going to pass out from it. He was immortal but that didn’t mean his manhood was able to withstand a woman’s knee making contact with it.

  Trying to breathe through the pain, Wachei heard the sound of Eryn’s pickup speeding out of the driveway and onto the street. He was helpless to go after her. It was more than a minute before the pain subsided enough for him to stand. He didn’t look down at himself, afraid to see the damage his mate had done. It was a good thing he healed faster than a mortal.

  He awkwardly climbed the stairs to his bedroom, then slowly dressed. He’d let Eryn go for now. As Brice had said, the separation anxiety would soon have her coming back. It wasn’t going to be fun for either one of them, but Wachei knew his mate needed to be away from him to come to terms with what he’d told her. Having not had the chance to explain about him being able to turn her into a werewolf like him with a single bite while he was in his werewolf form, Eryn needed to accept what she now knew. For his ball’s sake, he hoped she took the rest of it better.

  * * * * *

  Eryn sped all the way to her apartment as if Wachei was on her tail, which was ridiculous since he didn’t own a car. And as an immortal werewolf who had slept in an ice cave for ten thousand years until almost a year ago, he probably didn’t even know how to drive.

  She bit her bottom lip and barely managed to hold back a small whimper at that last thought. Wachei was a fucking werewolf. The fear that had taken hold of her when she’d seen him shift rose to the surface once more, causing her hands to shake on the steering wheel.

  Luckily, she’d finally made it to her building. Eryn parked her truck, then almost ran inside to take the stairs two at a time to her apartment. She unlocked the door before slamming it closed behind her. She leaned back against it once she’d turned the deadbolt, feeling a little better now that she was home.

  But as her fear slowly left her, Eryn reali
zed another emotion was taking its place. One she could only describe as worry, for Wachei. She pushed away from the door and walked into her living room before she threw herself onto her couch. She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her bent legs. What she felt now was contradictory to the fear she’d had for him. It was like being on one end of the scale and suddenly for no reason going to the opposite.

  Eryn closed her eyes and tried to breathe through it as she told herself to snap out of it. She didn’t give a crap if there was something wrong with Wachei, which there wasn’t. Unless she counted her nailing him in the balls. And she didn’t need to go see him to make sure, regardless how good the idea seemed.

  She was not going back to Wachei. He scared the shit out of her. You will not feel as if you’ve lost a piece of yourself if you never see him again, she told herself. Eryn did not need a werewolf claiming she was his mate. He could keep his wolf paws to himself.

  That last part forced a laugh out of her that bordered on the hysterical side. Wachei had been an actual wolf with fur as black as his hair, but he wasn’t exactly like the native timber wolves. The differences were slight, though enough to be noticed. He actually looked like a dire wolf, an animal that had become extinct during the ice age, a time when Wachei claimed to have been from. And now that she thought about it, Dog had looked to be exactly the same kind of wolf. There sure as hell was no dog in him.

  Eryn lost track of how long she sat there as the need to be with Wachei again slowly built. It was as if she fought a battle inside herself, to stop from racing to him. And with that need came thoughts that something bad had happened to him.

  Having a strong personality, Eryn pushed back the anxiety she suffered. She was not going to let it win. She didn’t like to be controlled by anyone, and she sure as shit wasn’t going to let her emotions get the best of her.

  Even though she fought against her need to see Wachei, it didn’t stop her from thinking about him. She relived the times he’d held her in his arms and when they’d made love. She liked being with him. And her feelings for him had become stronger after they’d had sex. Whatever had formed between them, some kind of invisible bond, had her tumbling closer to love at lightning speed.