Freedom in the Smokies

by Becca Jameson

  “The only one fucked today is you, vamp.” Enrique stood. “You tried to control too many minds at once. You’re done for.” Enrique walked away.

  Micah wondered for a moment where the wolf was going, but his attention returned to McKinney when Sergius spoke again. “There was no reason you had to die, vamp. We’re peaceful shifters. We would have left you alone, if you’d have done the same.”

  McKinney was losing strength. He slumped forward and stared Sergius in the eye as he hissed his next words. “Left me alone? You moved into my territory and then thwarted my attempts to feed.”

  Micah interjected, “You don’t own the territory. And your attempts to feed, as you call it, infringed on other people’s attempts to stay alive. We don’t allow murder on any land.”

  Enrique reappeared with a chair and more rope. “He’s growing weaker. He needs to feed and rest.” He motioned to the chair in his hand and glanced at Micah. “Hope you aren’t too attached to this particular chair.” He didn’t wait for an answer. He nodded toward the door and headed out of the barn.

  Sergius dragged McKinney behind Enrique. Micah followed, holding Kaitlyn against his side.

  Enrique planted the chair in the open yard, and Sergius pushed the motherfucker into the seat. Enrique and Jaxon made quick work of tying the vampire to the chair.

  Micah turned around when he smelled gasoline. With a deep inhale he took the can from James’s outstretched hand. He doused the vampire with it.

  McKinney lifted his head as the cold liquid sloshed onto his clothes and hair. His eyes grew huge. He opened his mouth.

  It felt strange. Micah had never killed another being. Didn’t want to even now. “Is there any other choice?” he asked his brothers through their connection.

  Sergius grabbed Micah’s shoulder. “No. We’ve done everything we can. This bastard is beyond reproach. You know that.”

  Micah didn’t turn around as he communicated with his mate. “Kait. Go inside.”

  “Roger that.” The woman actually listened to him. He suspected she didn’t want to witness this any more than he wanted her to.

  “Fuck you,” McKinney spat. Those were his last words. Enrique lit a match and tossed it in the vampire’s lap. The men stepped back and watched as the vampire went up in flames.

  It didn’t take long. In only moments the man was gone. Even the chair still smoldered where he’d sat, but the vampire burned quickly, leaving no trace he’d ever been there.

  Chapter Fifteen

  As soon as the fire was out, Micah climbed onto the porch with everyone else and slumped into a wooden chair. He looked at James. “Did someone get to the Wilks women?”

  James nodded. “Yes. They’re fine. My deputies radioed me while I was in the barn. Luckily it was before McKinney dragged Enrique and Kaitlyn inside. Gave me the head’s up to turn the volume off.”

  Sergius rubbed a hand down his face. “Thank God that’s over.”

  Jaxon stood first after they’d taken a moment to catch their breath. “We’d better go check on the women.”

  James lifted himself as though the feat were difficult. “I’m exhausted. I need to get back to the precinct and wrap up the hostage situation in a way that keeps you folks out of it.” He stepped to the edge of the porch and looked back. “It’s hard to believe after all this time, it’s really over. Do you think there are others?”

  Enrique answered, “There are. They seem to all have been created during approximately the same time period. We definitely outnumber them—shifters I mean. And we know how to exterminate any that become a problem.”

  “Thanks, James…for everything.” Micah nodded at their friend.

  “Any time.” James stepped off the porch. “I’m so glad to be done with that vampire, and I’ve had all the supernatural I can take for a while. Think you guys can keep it down for a few months?” He chuckled as he left.

  Micah tried to keep his heart from pounding out of his chest. He still felt like he’d just finished a long run. He needed a shower. And more than that, he needed his woman wrapped in his arms. He hefted himself up, every muscle aching from the hours of tension, and headed inside.

  George stood in the kitchen with an armload of beer. He handed one to each man. “Bet you could use a drink.”

  Micah took the bottle and rolled it over his forehead before he twisted the top off.

  “You okay?” He turned toward the great room at the sound of Kaitlyn’s voice. She approached him slowly.

  He nodded. His heart sped back up as she stepped into his space. When she touched him, a simple hand on his arm, he calmed. His hands stopped shaking. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair to inhale her delicious scent while thanking fate for bringing her into his life.

  When he straightened, he found his brothers in similar embraces with their own mates. “God, I hope we never have to do anything like that again.” A shiver racked his body until Kaitlyn set a hand on his chest. Her touch soothed him again.

  Her scent filled his nose and he had to stifle a moan. He angled his head toward his wing and ushered her in that direction with a swipe of his hand. He didn’t even glance back at everyone else in the room. Whatever they needed to discuss could wait until later.

  The sexy ass swaying in front of him made him pick up the pace. He was exhausted, mentally drained, but he needed her. Needed to touch her entire body and reassure himself she was still alive. They’d been mated such a short time. He needed her worse than his next breath and as they reached his suite, he could smell her arousal too.

  She turned toward him and reached out a hand, but he stepped back and shook his head. “We reek of vampire. We need a shower.”

  She smiled.

  Micah narrowed his gaze at her as he led the way to the bathroom. “Strip and get in.” He flipped on the water and stood back to watch her. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten the stunt you pulled out there. God, Kait. You could have died.” He ran a hand through his hair. His fingers still shook. He wanted to yell and scream and shake her for scaring him to death. But he wanted to wrap her up in his arms and sink into her heat even more.

  Kaitlyn stepped into the shower without a word. She washed quickly and stepped back out. “Are you that mad?”

  “I’m calming down.” He handed her a towel and led her back into the bedroom.

  “How about you situate your sweet ass in the middle of the bed while I shower.” He headed toward the bath and turned to look over his shoulder as he stepped onto the tile floor and grabbed the doorframe. “Oh, and get yourself worked up. When I come back, I want to find you dripping with your own wetness, slipping your dainty fingers into your pussy and flicking your other hand over your clit.”

  She gasped and he smiled as he headed for the shower. No way could he stay mad at her for long.

  With trembling fingers, Kaitlyn dried her body and climbed onto the king-sized bed. Thank God Micah wasn’t watching because she fumbled. She needed him inside her, but the masturbating might be more than she bargained for. She lay down on her back and squirmed against the sheets.

  She knew there was no way she could have held herself open like this, touched herself in front of someone, before yesterday. The hormones from the mating coupled with the endorphins from being held hostage were controlling her every move. She needed to come.

  She closed her eyes and leaned her head back while she caressed her nipples. They ached to be sucked. She hoped Micah would hurry and get out of the shower. She needed his body pressing into hers.

  Kaitlyn let her fingers explore as she thought about Micah. Eyes squeezed shut, she trailed her fingers down her body until they reached her spread legs.

  A groan made her jerk. Her eyes flew open.

  “Don’t stop, baby.” Micah crawled up onto the bed between her legs. His hair dripped from the shower, chilling her skin where the drops landed. “That’s so hot, but you haven’t even touched yourself yet.” He grabbed her fingers and brought them to his fa
ce. “Your fingers are dry.”

  Kaitlyn sucked in a breath. Her body quivered as he gazed directly at her. His chocolate eyes darkened as he looked at her. He placed her hand back at the junction of her legs. “Get yourself started for me. I want to watch.”

  She bit her lip. She could do this. She’d touched herself earlier in the bath. What was the difference?

  The water is missing. And his face is inches from your clit.

  “Touch yourself,” he encouraged. He grabbed each thigh with a hand and pressed her open farther. When he blew a breath over her clit, she writhed beneath him. Her thighs shook.

  Micah leaned in and rained kisses over her inner thighs. His damp hair grazed her sex, but otherwise he made no direct contact with parts of her that ached for his touch.

  The magic he worked with his lips and tongue continued, achingly close to her clit and then her labia. He circled the entire needy area with his torturous mouth several times until she moaned.

  “Please, Micah. I need you.” She attempted to lift into his face, but he backed off.

  “What do you need? Show me? Show me how you’d like me to touch you…next time.”

  Kaitlyn’s face burned with embarrassment, but she needed to come so bad she couldn’t keep from reaching between her legs with her shaky fingers.

  Tentatively at first, she flicked her hooded clit. She would have bucked off the bed if Micah hadn’t been gripping her thighs.

  “That’s it, baby. Reach lower and gather your wetness.”

  She did as he said. Her eyes fluttered shut once more as she stroked herself between her lower lips and gathered the excessive wetness dripping between her legs.

  “Look at me, Kait,” he commanded.

  She opened her eyes to stare into his. “Watch what you can do to yourself. You’re going to be so fucking horny for a while. When I’m working or not in the room, I want you to masturbate. Practice. Make yourself come. Find everything that makes you hot and then tell me about it. You’ll learn something new every day. And then I want you to describe what you found out.”

  Kaitlyn groaned. What the hell was he talking about? No way could she lie here every day playing with herself. And no way would she “learn” something new in doing so. She knew what she liked. She liked Micah inside her. She was putty in his hands to do whatever it took to get him to fuck her right now.

  “Stroke through your pussy, baby. Use two fingers… That’s it… Now drag that wetness up to your clit.” His breath blew across her exposed sex as he spoke.

  Kaitlyn could do nothing but listen to his voice and follow his instructions. She was strung so tight, she would implode if she didn’t.

  “Pull your clit hood back with your other hand… Good girl… Flick your wetness over your clit… Swirl it around… God that’s so hot, baby. Your nub is swollen and pulsing with need.”

  Kaitlyn stiffened. She was so close. She doubted her actions were as effective as his words.

  “Pinch yourself between your thumb and finger, Kait… Yeah, like that…”

  She moaned as she released the pressure on her clit and then squeezed it again. The pleasure/pain was pushing her closer to exploding.

  “Press your pointer under your clit.”

  What?

  “Right here.” He grabbed her finger with one hand and guided the tip to the space below her clit. “Feel the shaft of your clit beneath the skin?”

  Ohgodohgodohgod.

  “Some women can get off stroking that bundle of nerves beneath the skin.” Micah released her hand and resumed his hold on her thigh. “You can experiment later,” he muttered. “Find out what drives you crazy.”

  As he spoke, his breath grew closer and closer to her sex. His lips grazed her skin and she pressed upward, trying in desperation to make contact with his mouth. He held firm.

  “Please…” she begged. “I need to come so bad.”

  Micah sucked her clit into his mouth before she could take her next breath. She let her hands fall to her sides and braced her feet, trying to gain purchase with the slippery sheets. She was so close. So fucking aroused her vision blurred.

  When he released her clit, she screamed. “No… Please… Micah…”

  He plunged his tongue into her core and licked his way out before flicking it over her clit repeatedly. The tension built once more. She closed her eyes against the sensation that she was falling. She actually got dizzy as her orgasm took over. At last she crashed over the edge, her pussy clenching in the hardest release she’d experienced yet.

  Micah continued nibbling and licking her as she came down from the high. Even moments later, another pulse tightened deep inside her.

  “God, you’re sexy.” His voice was deep, gravelly. He released his hold on her thighs.

  Kaitlyn bucked upward. “Need you.”

  Micah chuckled and climbed up her body. He hovered over her, his cock pressing against her entrance. He nibbled her neck.

  “Do it.” She heard the words coming from her own mouth as though it wasn’t connected to the rest of her. On the tail end of the biggest orgasm she could imagine, she needed Micah inside her, filling her.

  He did not disappoint. In one swift motion he filled her to the hilt.

  She clutched his biceps with both hands and stared into his eyes when he met her gaze. Her lower body free of his grip, she rocked up into him, moaning when her clit grazed against him, the bundle of nerves still hypersensitive. She sucked in a breath with each thrust as her arousal built once again.

  Micah set up a rhythm that she met thrust for thrust, his cock reaching deep inside her as she lifted her ass in sync with his movements.

  She released a long breath. “I’m gonna come again…”

  “I know, baby. I’m right with you. Let it go.” As soon as his words left his mouth, she gripped his length, her inner muscles milking him. A scream escaped her lips, but Micah covered her mouth with his kisses to stifle the majority of her noises.

  He stiffened deep inside her as she pulsed around him. His own moans mixed with hers as he released himself.

  When finally the orgasm subsided enough for her to think, she relaxed into the mattress. Her arms dropped to her sides. Her legs fell open where she’d been gripping Micah’s hips. She was so limp she didn’t know when she’d be able to lift her body again.

  Micah kissed her face and then her lips before he collapsed alongside her. After a few minutes, when she finally had her breathing under control, his warmth disappeared.

  She whimpered, but couldn’t open her eyes.

  Micah chuckled. “I’ll be right back.”

  True to his word, he returned moments later and wiped between her legs with a warm, damp cloth. She’d never been so cherished. Loved.

  “Sleep, baby,” he murmured as he crawled back up beside her and tugged her into his embrace. Somehow he managed to pull the comforter over them both and in seconds she drifted into slumber.

  Chapter Sixteen

  When Kaitlyn opened her eyes, the sun was streaming in through the window, a long ray of light telling her it was early. Her stomach rumbled. They hadn’t eaten dinner. She was famished.

  “I’m starving,” she mumbled into the firm pecs at her cheek.

  “Good morning to you too.” He chuckled.

  She kissed his chest. “Don’t tease. Feed me.” Every muscle in her body ached as she lifted to a sitting position. “Shower. Food. In that order.” She nailed him with her gaze. “And don’t distract me from either.”

  “Bossy in the morning, aren’t you?” He chuckled as she left his warmth and headed for the bathroom.

  Kaitlyn flipped the water on and waited for the shower to heat. As soon as she slipped inside and let the water sluice down her body, she smelled coffee and smiled.

  “Your highness. Coffee.” Micah’s teasing voice wafted over the shower door. “Setting it on the vanity.”

  “God that smells good.” She reached for Micah’s body soap and made quick work of washing h
erself off. The teasing aroma of coffee filled her nose and hastened her pace.

  When she opened the shower door, she found Micah waiting. His naked body crowded her as he approached. The room was huge, ridiculously large for a bathroom, but with him in it—naked—the space shrunk and the oxygen sucked out.

  He handed her a towel, chuckling as she wrapped it around her body.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You. I love how modest you get in the morning.” He gripped her chin with his fingers. “Your face is all flushed and you’re actually shaking. What is it about the sun that makes you shy?” he teased.

  “I’m not—” she gripped the towel with both hands as he tried to grapple her for the corner of it, “—shy. I’m hungry. Don’t distract me.”

  “Okay. But, for the record, you’re cute when you get all flustered and embarrassed.” He ducked into the shower as she swung at his arm with one hand, missing.

  She watched him from the other side of the glass door. “Does this mean you aren’t mad at me anymore?” After all, he was so relaxed and calm this morning.

  Micah opened the door a crack and peeked out. “I was never mad, babe. Scared out of my skull, but not mad. Don’t ever do something like that again though. I don’t think my heart could take it.”

  She grinned as he went back to showering.

  Kaitlyn padded back to the room and dug through her clothes. Before she could don a matching bra and panty set, Micah’s scent filled the air behind her. He wrapped his hands around her naked body from behind and kissed her shoulder. “I love you. I know it’s been two days since we met, but I know in my heart I love you more than anything in the world.”

  Kaitlyn gasped and turned in his arms, dropping her underwear to the floor. “It’s crazy…it’s absurd, really…but I love you too.”

  He kissed her on the lips, a soft gentle brush. And then he stepped back. “Food.” He leaned down to grab her panties and bra. “You look fucking sexy in underthings, baby, but don’t wear them on my account.” His grin made her smile.