The Hunters 6: Rafe and Sheila
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He plunged inside her, withdrew, slapped her ass.
Her legs quivered against the side of the bed, the muscles giving out until she completely collapsed against the bed, unable to support her own weight any longer. His finger, the one fucking her ass, rotated within the tight confines of her anal sheath.
Then he slapped her ass again, his voice low and guttural as he murmured, “You won’t leave me again. Say it.”
She just shook her head, unable to find the words to speak. His palm came down on her ass again, the flesh hot, sensitized by the many strikes of his hand. His finger left her ass and Sheila whimpered as he withdrew. He kept one hand braced on her spine when she tried to lift her head up, when she tried to push back against him. “Damn it, Rafe, please!”
She could see him, just barely. The spit in her mouth dried as she saw his hand closed around his cock, stroking it quick and rough. One hand came back to her ass, spreading the cheeks and exposing her.
He came then, his seed cool and wet, coating her anus. When she felt him probing against her, Sheila stiffened instinctively, her hands clutching at the comforter. “Rafe…”
With just his semen coating her ass, he pushed inside, his voice a rough, threatening growl. “Say it. Say you won’t leave me,” he ordered, pushing deeper.
“Damn it, Rafe!” she hissed as he pulled out and started to surge inside her.
The tight ring of muscle relaxed just a little as she pushed down against him, arching her back as hot little streaks of pain started to bite at her flesh while he fucked his way inside the unprepared muscles of her ass. His hand came up and she tensed automatically as he spanked her, but the pain was a sweet, delicious little burn that had her rocking back against him.
The muscles in her ass, still locked so tight around his intruding flesh, relaxed slowly, so slowly, she never even realized it until he pounded against her, each deep stroke pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
She screamed as he slapped her ass again, circling her fingers desperately around the aching knot of her clit. “Say it, say it, say it!” he rasped each time he shafted her.
She plunged two fingers inside her pussy and started to come. One last hard dig of his cock pushed her over the edge.
“I won’t leave,” she gasped, rocking desperately against him, lifting her ass for him and whimpering as he responded with another burning hot lash of his palm against her flesh. “I won’t…I won’t… Rafe!”
She rode the climax, rode him, as it took them both flying, darkness clouding her vision. He was still slamming into her as she drifted back down, eyelids heavy, her lips still moving soundlessly, I won’t…I won’t…
He came in a rush, so hot, so scalding that it stole the breath from his lungs. His cock jerked inside her tight, silken little ass and he groaned, falling forward to collapse against her.
Her body was still quivering, but he caught sight of her closed eyes before he rolled to the side, the tissues of her ass clinging to him as his dick pulled out.
“Belle…” he murmured, pressing his lips against her back.
His only answer was a deep sighing breath. A slow smile curved his lips. He’d fucked her into oblivion.
Exhaustion dragged at him. His lids started to flutter down, but one of the curtained windows caught his gaze. “Shit…”
He stumbled from the bed, out into the hall. Throwing open the door in front of him, he saw the narrow twin mattress on the bed frame and muttered, “Good enough.”
Gripping it, he lifted it but he was so damned drained, by the day, by Sheila, that his muscles quivered. He tossed it on the floor out in the hall and pulled the door closed tight, checking around him. No sunlight could reach here…he moved back into the room where Sheila dozed on, and snickered when his legs wobbled a little.
Closing the gleaming gold of the comforter around her, he lifted her and carried her out to the mattress, lowering her carefully before he collapsed beside her. He tugged the blanket until it wasn’t trapped beneath her body anymore and snuggled up against her. With a sigh, he buried his face against her golden curls and let the darkness pull him under.
Epilogue
Leandra snarled at the note in her hand.
In broad, sweeping strokes, Mal had written, Gone to Eli’s. Meet me there.
Eli’s… Her mind spun back in time as she recalled the last time she had stood within that house.
Go on, witch, I won’t ask for your life…
Clenching her jaw, she closed her eyes and threw her arms out. Malachi, you ass, she thought heatedly as she stepped into the void and let her magick carry her to Eli’s house.
Alighting on the porch, she stared at the door and pounded on it.
Maybe he won’t be here. Maybe he’s Hunting…or on vacation.
Hunters did take breaks, she was pretty sure.
The door swung open and she scowled up into Malachi’s face, not the least bit surprised that he’d opened it.
Stomping past him, she whirled around and glared at him, the thick locks of her braids swinging around with the movement before settling back around her shoulders. “Why do I need t’ come here?” she demanded.
Mal smiled lazily. “Because I’m here. And I’m your trainer.”
Lifting her chin, she said, “I don’t like being here.”
Malachi’s smile changed, going from lazy and feline, to sharp and wolfish. “And why is that…”
His eyes moved over her shoulder and she turned slowly, watching as Mike came sauntering down the stairs. His eyes met hers and he stilled for a second, then his eyes went blank and flat before he continued on down the stairs and moved into the living room, leaving Leandra and Mal alone in the foyer.
Shaken, hungry, scared, she turned back and met Mal’s eyes helplessly.
“Hmmm…I see,” he whispered, the sound low, silken, wrapping around her, almost smothering her in its warmth.
And Malachi started to laugh.
About the author:
They always say to tell a little about yourself! I was born in Kentucky and have been reading avidly since I was six. At twelve, I discovered how much fun it was to write when I took a book that didn’t end the way it should have ended, and I rewrote it. I’ve been writing since then.
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