LustUndone

by Holt, Desiree

  “Don’t be in such a hurry. I want to take my time.”

  She whimpered, a soft sound that expressed her displeasure when he took his finger away. But in the next moment his tongue slid into her mouth and his hand slipped around to cup one of her breasts. Thumb and forefinger pinched the nipple, hard, and the streak of pleasure-pain shot right to her womb. His tongue glided over hers, coaxing it to dance with his, licking at her soft flesh. Already the muscles of her pussy were fluttering in anticipation.

  Wriggling in his grasp, she insinuated one of her own hands between their bodies and found the hot, hard length of his cock. Breath hissed through his teeth and the muscles of his stomach contracted.

  “You have wonderful hands, bebe,” he whispered. “My cock loves to feel your fingers around it.”

  “And I love to touch it. Here.” She rubbed her thumb over the velvety head. “And here.” She slipped lower, past the root to cup and squeeze his balls. “And to do this to you.” Her fingers wrapped around him again and began the slow glide up and down, from root to tip and back again.

  But Clint wasn’t letting her have all the fun. He licked the tender spot behind her ear before drawing a wet path along the column of her neck. In a moment his lips closed over one already taut nipple, pulling it into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth. Her cunt was liquid with her cream and hungry for him to fill it. She thrust her hips at him but he wasn’t about to be hurried any more than she was.

  As she continued to stroke his shaft he worked his hand past her tummy, fingers sifting through the curls covering her mound to find the wet, swollen folds of her labia. When one fingertip brushed over her already throbbing clit she tightened her grip on his erection and pushed her hips at him.

  Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if they’d ever get to the slow and easy Clint was always talking about. It seemed all they had to do was touch one another and they went up like fresh dynamite, so hot they almost burned each other alive.

  Clint moved his head to her other nipple and at the same time thrust two fingers inside her slick pussy. She moved, trying to ride those fingers, to rub her clit against his hand. But the moment she did he pulled them free and lightly stroked her clit again.

  “You’re killing me,” she moaned.

  “Ah, but it’s a good death, right?”

  Against her breast she felt his lips curve in a smile. But his breathing was raspy and she knew he wasn’t as controlled as he wanted her to think. She tightened her grip on his cock, feeling it swell even more in her fingers.

  “Okay,” he rasped. “You win.”

  He jerked himself from her grasp and reached into the nightstand where he’d dropped a stash of condoms. In seconds he had one open and rolled onto his cock. With startling swiftness he flipped her over and drew her up onto her hands and knees.

  Was he going to take her ass? He hadn’t prepared her at all and she trusted him not to hurt her, except in a most pleasurable way. In the next moment she realized that wasn’t his intention at all. His thumbs opened the lips of her cunt, the head of his cock probed the opening and with one forceful thrust of his hips he drove into her deep, burying himself in her slick flesh.

  He shifted slightly so his balls tickled her cunt and then his lips were kissing the small of her back, his tongue drawing tiny wet circles that sent shivers skating over her spine. His hands slid over the curve of her ass, gently separating the cheeks, his thumbs pressing against her tightly clenched anus.

  “Relax, chere.” His voice was deep and husky, rich with need and hunger. “This is good, non?”

  “This is good, yes,” she gasped, rocking back against him.

  “Here we go,” he ground out and began a slow, steady in-and-out movement.

  Sophia wanted to hurry him but as always he was determined to set the pace. She moved with him, riding his hot erection that filled every inch of her. His thumbs continued to press against her rear opening until they breached the tight muscle, pushing just inside. As he increased the tempo of his thrusts his thumbs penetrated her deeper and deeper.

  “Touch yourself,” he growled, his voice nearly unrecognizable with lust. “Rub your clit for me, Sophia.”

  She balanced herself on one hand and reached between her thighs to find that throbbing button. The flesh around it was dripping with her juices, the nub itself swollen and tender.

  “Go on,” he urged. “Do it now.”

  She stroked herself with two fingers, her flesh almost too sensitive to touch, but the moment she did lightning bolts of lust shot straight to her womb and her nipples, and her cunt clamped down hard on Clint’s pulsing cock.

  “More, chere. Harder.”

  She moved her fingers faster and as she did Clint’s thumbs pushed all the way into her ass.

  “Now,” he roared.

  And as if her body had just been waiting for his command it began to convulse in hard, wringing spasms, her cunt milking him as he thrust once, twice, again. His entire body tightened and he exploded into the latex. Even through the thin layer of the condom she could feel the hot pulses of semen and she pushed back onto him as hard as she could.

  Everything ceased to exist except their two bodies, linked together, exploding together, and she fell into space. Her heart pounded and she gasped for breath as she spun and whirled. Clint’s thumbs pressed deeper as his hips bucked one more time and were still.

  Sophia collapsed forward, Clint falling with her and rolling them both to the side. After what seemed an eternity her heart rate finally settled and her lungs stopped protesting the deprivation of air. Clint feathered kisses across her shoulders, licking each spot then pressing his lips to it. At last he eased himself slowly from the tight, hot clasp of her.

  “I could stay here like this forever,” he told her, “but I think we need to start our day. And Logan or Ric is sure to come pounding on the door any second.”

  She groaned. “I think you’re right.” She laughed wickedly. “But we still have time to shower together, right?”

  He laughed, a lusty sound, and nibbled her shoulder. “Of course.”

  * * * * *

  They spent the day in busywork. Sophia really wanted to take out the snowmobiles but agreed with Logan that with the devil beast ready to strike again the noise would probably scare it off. However it left them all feeling anxious and frustrated.

  Rebecca spent the morning at the barracks and filled them in on what was happening when they gathered for lunch. Again they chose a time past the usual lunch hour so The Crown would be fairly empty.

  “Harland Warren was arraigned today,” Bec reported. “They brought him into court in shackles because apparently he can’t seem to control his temper.”

  “Not the best attitude when you’re accused of murder,” Logan commented.

  “No kidding.” She looked at Ric. “Bobby asked me if I knew anything about the helicopter that flew up from Texas. Apparently because of the proximity to the border we get reports of all private traffic into the airport.”

  Ric’s face was carefully expressionless. “What did you tell him?”

  “The truth. That it’s part of the company that Sophia works for and that you’re providing air support for the search.”

  “I’ll bet that went over well,” Logan muttered.

  She shrugged. “It is what it is. He doesn’t have to like it or even have anything to do with it. As long as no one’s breaking any laws there’s nothing he can do.”

  “And he still thinks we’re all crazy,” Sophia guessed.

  “You know Bobby. Mr. Practical Common Sense. He never even liked story hour at the library.”

  The sisters looked at each other and burst out laughing.

  “At least he’s not getting in our way,” Bec pointed out. “And believe it or not, a couple of the detectives stopped by my desk—quietly, of course—to tell me they’d been doing research on the Chupacabra and they were beginning to think we weren’t so nuts after all. They even offered
to help us off shift.”

  Ric’s smile was humorless. “They’d all be willing to help if they got a firsthand look at this thing or lost someone to it personally.”

  “Hey.” Sophia put her hand on his arm. “We’re good, okay? And tonight we’ll get the job done.”

  “I’d like to give Damien and Shelley some closure before the baby’s born,” Rebecca added.

  “Amen to that.”

  But the tension in the air was almost palpable. Restless with nothing to do, all of them except Clint piled into the SUV and drove the roads in the target area again and again until every route was burned into their brains.

  And finally daylight began to fade and darkness descended.

  And the hunt began.

  * * * * *

  Marie Arquette stood on her back porch, a lined wool jacket wrapped around her, while she waited for Ike, the collie, to take care of his business.

  “Come on, Ikey,” she urged him. “I’m freezing my ass off.”

  But despite the dropping temperature the dog didn’t seem to be in any hurry. Rather, he was sniffing frantically around the yard as if looking for something. It occurred to her he’d been doing that since the day before. Something was making him edgy but she couldn’t for the life of her think what it might be.

  They lived out here in the middle of all this acreage, their closest neighbor a good mile away. Just the way she wanted it. After spending her life in a low-rent part of Boston, crowded into a home with ten other people, she loved the isolation. When she’d found the discarded newspaper on her lunch table with the ad for a nurse at the hospital in the godforsaken wilderness she’d believed it was fate.

  The day she’d been hired she went immediately to a realtor and used her meager savings as a down payment on this place.

  “Far away from people,” she’d told him.

  He’d laughed. “Out here, everyone’s far away from people.”

  She hadn’t regretted it for a minute. She’d made a few friends at the hospital but for the most part she kept to herself. The terrible killings of two hospital employees had shaken her but when she discovered they were connected she brushed away any anxiety.

  “Ike.” She snapped her fingers. “Come here. Now.”

  As if sensing her impatience the dog gave up his search, took care of his business and trotted up to the porch.

  “It’s freezing out here, pal,” she told him, rubbing his head and leading him into the house.

  Before he crossed the threshold he paused and looked back out over the frozen landscape. When Marie touched him she could feel the tension running through his body. Uneasily she followed his gaze but all she saw was the piles of snow around the house and the heavily forested land surrounding her.

  A shiver danced along her spine and an old saying of her Granny’s popped into her mind.

  Someone’s dancing over your grave.

  She closed the door and fastened all the locks securely. Then for good measure she went to the pantry closet and took out the rifle she’d learned to shoot when she moved up here. After all, a woman alone couldn’t be too careful.

  * * * * *

  It was full dark now and the beast had emerged from its new hiding place. Too bad there wasn’t enough time to assume an acceptable form and insinuate itself into the prey’s territory. But time was running out and the headache was getting worse. It would be tonight. Period. And then the beast would be satisfied and could disappear.

  Using the thick forest of trees as cover it made its way slowly to where its prey lived, eyes darting everywhere to search for the black streak it had seen the night before. Whatever it was, the devil beast knew it spelled danger and was to be avoided.

  When it neared the house, standing in the small clearing within the trees, it pressed itself up against one of the trees. All the lights were on right now but soon…soon it would be dark inside and the creature could make its move.

  * * * * *

  “See anything yet?”Ric asked.

  It was the fourth time he’d asked Sophia, unusual for such a controlled, taciturn man. But everyone’s nerves were stretched taut, knowing zero hour could crop up at any minute. She was riding in the copilot’s seat in the helo, connecting with the others via the satellite radio.

  “No. Nothing. Let me check with Bec.” She had one channel for Clint and Logan that went directly to the tiny devices around their necks and another for Rebecca.

  “Negative,” Rebecca answered her. “Except for two deputy sheriff cars crisscrossing the area.”

  “Well, at least Bobby kept that much of his word. Whatever the reason.”

  “Making the turn and doubling back,” Bec reported. “Damn, Soph. I’ve been up and down this area five times already but I still feel like I’m missing something.”

  “It’s always like that when we get close to the end in one of these situations.”

  “What if we’re wrong and just wasting our time?”

  “Nope. Tonight’s the night. I just feel it. Keep looking.” She pressed a second button on the radio. “Clint? Logan? Come in.”

  One growl. Then a second one. Signals that carried through the radios the two men wore around their necks. Radios they’d put on before shifting. It still amazed her that she could differentiate between the two, but Clint’s was much deeper. The sound of it was reassuring in some way.

  “Remember,” she told them. “If you see anything at all you’ll have to shift long enough to give me the location.”

  More growls.

  Sophia looked down from where the helo flew high in the air. They’d come to the conclusion that using the chopper was the only way to trap and kill the beast. Shifters in wolf form could track and corral it but the kill shots had to come from the helicopter. Always. It was far too dangerous for someone to get close to the beast on the ground. Using special night vision binoculars she could see two dark forms streaking in and out among the trees, heading for the house they’d agreed—hoped—was the Chupacabra’s target.

  “Can you see them?” Ric wanted to know.

  “They’re down there,” she told him. She was also hooked into the bird’s comm system, the only way she and Ric could speak to each other over the noise of the rotors. “I see them running. Oh. Look.” She tapped him on the arm. “Now they’re heading directly for that particular house, the one Rebecca’s closest to. They must have seen or sensed something in that direction.”

  While she watched one of the wolves spun in a circle, the black one, and Clint stood in the snow buck naked. He lifted the small radio to his mouth. “We see it, Sophia. Just a flash of it but we’re after it.”

  Then the black wolf was back and the two of them were streaking across the frozen landscape, in and out among the trees, at a speed much greater than normal wolves.

  “How far are they from their target area now?” Ric asked.

  “Not far at all. I’d say maybe half a mile away.”

  Putting the binoculars to her eyes, she focused on the glare of the white landscape, seeking any sign of what had set off the shifters. And then she saw it, just a glimpse but a sight that nearly made her heart stop. A beast so horrific it stole her breath and shocked her senses. It was the appalling stuff of nightmares, a creature whose ugly, misshapen head alone could scare someone to death. Closing in on the house sheltering its unsuspecting prey.

  “Oh, my god.” With an enormous effort she pulled herself together. “I’ve got eyes on it,” she finally made herself say.

  “Better let them know,” Ric told her.

  She pressed the talk button on the radio, forcing a calm to her voice that she didn’t feel. “Logan? Clint? I see the devil beast. Oh sweet baby Jesus.” She swallowed hard. “Put on some speed, Ric. Don’t let it get away.”

  The two wolves moved as if shot from a cannon, running so fast their images were blurred.

  Sophia shifted her gaze. “Lights still on in the house.” She pressed the talk button for her sister’s channel. “
Bec? I spotted it. It’s down there not far from you. Holy shit. Holy shit. You won’t believe this.” She drew in a calming breath. “Anyway, it’s stalking the house you’re heading toward. Better speed it up. But Bec? Don’t get out of your vehicle unless I tell you to.”

  “But—”

  “Do. Not. Get. Out.” Sophia ground out each word. “Wait for my signal.”

  “Okay, okay.”

  “Still got eyes on it?” Ric asked.

  “Yes.” She stared harder through the binoculars. “No. Dammit, I’ve lost it in the trees.”

  “Watch for two things,” Ric told her. “Movement at the perimeter of the clearing around it and the lights in the house to go out.”

  “Bec’s almost at the entrance to the driveway,” she reported. “And there’s a patrol car coming from the opposite direction. Let’s hope we’re timing this right, that we’re trapping the devil beast and not running it off.”

  “Just keep your eyes peeled on that area.”

  “I am. I am.” Her body hummed with the tension.

  Rebecca’s voice crackled in her ear. “Pulling into the driveway now. Soph, I can handle this. Really. I’ll get out with my rifle and get ready to shoot the damn thing.”

  “No,” Sophia screamed as fear for her sister slammed into her. Too many people had already died still clutching their weapons. She made herself take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “No, damn it. Do not get out of that vehicle, do you hear me? Stay in the truck.”

  “Okay, okay, okay.” Bec’s voice sounded impatient. “But is anyone in position to take a shot at it?”

  “Yes.” Sophia reached for the rifle lying next to her. “I am. And I can get low enough to do it. That’s how we handled it the other times. You stay in your vehicle but have your rifle ready just in case.”

  “Copy that,” Rebecca came back.

  Sophia held her own rifle with one hand and the glasses with the other, still concentrating on the scene below. Then she spotted something and her heartbeat accelerated.