by Kassanna
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El throttled the bike and shifted gears, hugging the curves of the deserted road as they climbed to a higher elevation. He hadn’t been sure where he would take her, and then inspiration struck. Table rock was the perfect place to slake his thirst for the hot female. Then, maybe they could get to whatever issues brought her into his territory.
He was known through the shifter nations, and his disregard for human life was fairly well documented. Someone had sent this unsuspecting woman into his lion’s den. She tugged at his head, and he couldn’t call back the growl erupting through his lips. She seemed to take pleasure in his warning and yanked again. His incisors lengthened and sharp teeth filled his mouth digging into his gums. He found her lack of fear exhilarating. Hell, he’d made hard men cry as they pissed on themselves in fear.
But, he was no longer in South Africa standing with his brothers, protecting vulnerable villagers and their homes from ruthless men determined to take their land. The long lasting symbiotic relationship his pride had with the tribes slowly disappeared. Younger tribal members sold their parents parcels of land from under the older generations and started hunting his brethren for profit. After the genocide, he had no reason to trust humans. They had lost respect for his people and he saw no reason to continue to protect them. Seeing his clansmen die and the cubs lose their mothers made him seek out a better place for his tribe. He led his pride to a new country where they could live without worry. Maintaining a low key lifestyle was the goal.
He stared at the long column of his soon-to-be-lover’s throat and tapped down the hunger to claim her right then. The motorcycle wobbled from his distraction. Her arms tightened around his neck. Where the hell did that idea come from? She was there to satisfy an itch, nothing more.
Something was off, he was meticulous about who he did business with after the slaughter of his clansmen. He called in all debts owed and carefully evacuated the remaining members of his pride to Oregon. The only ones left behind were those who chose to stay, a handful at most, including his brother Ellory. His sibling had a misplaced sense of justice. Ellory wanted to seek revenge and wipe out the people who’d brought death to their race. But, not El; he’d seen the writing on the wall. With the humans outnumbering them five to one, it would’ve been a futile endeavor. He heeded Gunter’s warning and sought a way to pull his people out of harm’s way.
As chief, it was paramount to save as many pride members as he could. They’d left years ago, and he still hadn’t heard from his brother since they’d parted. Bad blood ran thick between them.
More than once, Gunter talked him out of going back and retrieving the few who’d elected to stay behind. He knew his brother wasn’t dead; he would have felt it if he’d died. But, given his responsibility to those who’d chosen to come with him, he stayed in the states.
It took them a while to adjust, but they created a community in the rain ridden state. As part of the agreement for asylum with his new country, he and his team acquired contracts for clandestine work through what was now a faction of Homeland Security. It was a win-win situation. Since he was the one who arranged the contracts, he tended to take the deadlier operations and gave the younger members of his team the easier jobs. No one knew the difference. It satisfied his taste for blood, and the money would keep his people going for years, eventually putting the cubs through school so they could easily move into legitimate businesses.
Soft lips brushed his chin. He released her hair and traced his knuckles down her spine. She arched into him. Yeah, this whole situation felt like a set-up, but what the hell did it matter when he had a hot woman in his arms who he was ready to bend over and bury his dick in. He stopped and dropped his feet. The bike shuddered when he cut it off. She glanced behind her, and then twisted her torso. He knew what she was seeing. The wide expanse of trees below them looked like a dark sea. Moon beams swept across the tops, coating them in a silvery sheen. When the wind blew, the branches rustled like cresting waves.
She swung around to face him. “That’s a beautiful view, but I was thinking more along the lines of a bed surrounded by four walls and a roof.”
“You stomp into my home without a care as to how you’re going to get me out of it. Is your sense of adventure only attached to your need to try man’s laws?”
She let go of his neck and put her arms behind her to grip his knees. “You talk funny.”
“You mean I speak properly.” He shrugged.
“No I mean you talk funny. I know what I said. Who are you?”
“Right now, I’m a man who wants a taste of your nectar.”
She cocked her head. “I want you to know nothing has changed I will haul your ass to Reno.”
“I look forward to you trying.” He cupped her face in his palms. “Until then, I want every bit of what you’ll willingly offer. I want to touch your soul and hear you scream my name.”
“That’s quite an undertaking. Are you sure you’re up to it?” She smirked.
“Baby, I will ruin you for other men.” He pulled her face forward.
Slipping his tongue past her lips, sugar and spice combined to produce a sweet heat, and it exploded across his taste buds. His digits skated down her neck and along her arms. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists; she broke the kiss and leaned back to stare at him. With a sigh, she angled her head and recaptured his mouth.
The heat of her pussy flowed through her jeans, and his shaft surged against his zipper. El took her hands and drew them down on his erection. His cock jerked. She played with the tab of his zipper and pulled it down, freeing his dick. It bobbed in the night air, and slid her palm around the base of his shaft. Pulling her head away, she looked down at the length of his member between them. He enclosed his fingers around hers and forced her to move her hand up and down. Tendrils of pleasure soared through his body, and his heart pounded in his chest. She scooted back and dipped her head.
He snatched her hair and yanked her up. “I’m in no mood for foreplay.”
She swung a leg over the mammoth cycle and stood. A quick shimmy had her rolling the unbuttoned pants and panties down her legs. He narrowed his eyes and took in the thin strip of hair covering her mons. She stepped out of the clothing and gripped the hem of her T-shirt.
“Taking too long, leave it.’ He growled, reached out to snake an arm around her waist, and drew her to him. Slipping a hand between her thighs, he grabbed her around the knee and hefted her up. El maneuvered her over his cock, setting the head at her channel opening.
Her nails cut into his back as she slowly lowered herself onto his rod. Inch by excruciatingly slow inch, her heat enveloped him. The walls of her honeypot rippled along his dick. His night vision kicked in, and everywhere he glanced took on an eerie yellow-tinged glow. The artery in her neck beat double time. He could smell her arousal and released her hips when he recognized his claws were erupting from the pads of his fingers. She’d closed her eyes and dropped her head back, exposing the soft skin of her throat. Fully seated on his cock, she didn’t move for a moment. Touched by the moons beams, her skin glowed under his gaze. She ground her pelvis down, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he sucked in great draughts of air. Metal screeched and he realized his talons had punctured the casing his seat was bolted to.
She rose up, and cold air whipped around his shaft. Just as quickly, she dropped, taking him into her body in one swoop. She formed a rhythm, and a ball of desire coalesced at the base of his spine. His nuts drew up. She bounced harder, and it was getting tough to tether his beast. His hair lengthened, falling down his back.
He hauled her off his lap, and she opened her eyes. El swung his leg over the bike and jumped up. With his pants around his hips his movements were limited. He positioned her in front of him, gripped the back of her neck, and propelled her down so she lay over the seat. Using his other hand, he shoved his jeans down his legs and stepped behind her.
Her slick heat called to him, and his sack was drawn up and rigid. Hold
ing her in place, he rammed his cock up her channel until his balls touched the wings of her labia. She grunted. Her sugary scent wafted up and calmed his animal. His lion no longer fought him for control; instead, it paced back and forth in his mind. El reared back and thrust again. She went up on her toes as he drove as deep as could.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She whipped her head back and forth and she cried out.
She trembled as her climax gripped her. Her torso bowed, backing against his hand restraining her. Her cream flowed over his cock. He surged forward to touch her womb and roared from his own release.
Carefully, he pulled free and she slumped across the leather. “You never told me your name?”
“Nae McCain,” her answer was muffled as she spoke at the ground.
“Where are you staying Nae?” He pulled his jeans up.
She eased up and twisted around before sitting back down. “Honestly, I figured I would cuff you and we get the hell out of here. No motel necessary.”
He stared down at her. “Nae, you are infinitely entertaining.” He helped her up. “You will stay with me.”
“Uh … not happening.”
“Why not?” The idea of her refusal irked him.
“You’re a wanted criminal?”
“I guess there is that.” He snorted. “Imagine how much easier it will be to claim me if we’re under the same roof.”
“Yeah, it’s tempting.” She crossed her arms under her breasts. “Of course I could just call the police too. Explain everything to them and bam they do the work and I get the bounty.”
“You should have done your homework, suiker. This is my town, my word here is law and you have no other options.”