She was aching for him, burning dangerously close to the edge of release as her insides tightened around him. He groaned, and her eyes flickered open. Water was pouring from his shoulders to dive between their bodies. She looked up at him through the steam of the shower. He had pulled away and was watching her with hungry golden eyes. In an instant she was pulled into him, crushed to him as he kissed her. It was the push over the edge that her body was craving, and shudders coursed through her. She continued to rise and fall on his shaft, grinding against him as wave after wave of satisfaction rolled through her.
Sasha clutched her fiercely, driving himself into her roughly one last time as his own satisfaction burned forward. Like a never ending stream of heat he poured into her, letting his pleasure collide with hers. He held her trembling body against his own, kissing her lips softly.
Kita pulled away from him, and he gently let her down until her feet found the slick bottom of the tub. Her knees felt weak, and for a moment she stayed in his grip, leaning against him for support. She shivered involuntarily, and he reflexively pressed her closer to him.
He leaned down and kissed her sore shoulder sympathetically, vowing silently to himself. He'd never let anyone hurt her again, and he'd never let her go without a fight. He stepped away from her with a warm smile as he trailed his hand across her cheek. She was so smooth in his palm, so soft, so sweet.
Kita watched him as he stepped out of the tub, and she moved forward to turn the water off. Her unsteady feet slipped in the basin, and she started to lose her balance with a squeal of surprise. A strong hand reached out, bracing her before she could fall, and a giggle of sheer embarrassment left her lips.
Her blue eyes lifted to meet his, finding a halfcocked smile of amusement on his lips. How was it that he was always there when she needed him? She blushed, feeling awkward and clumsy as she raised her chin and steadied herself. She continued to giggle despite herself.
He shook his head as she climbed out of the shower, her blush still coloring her cheeks prettily even as she dried off and finished getting dressed. He smiled, leaning down to kiss her lovingly when they were both clothed. Her lips were warm and succulent, like ripe berries and just as sweet. He felt his loins stretching, craving more of her already.
The bedroom door clicked shut, drawing his mind away from the beautiful woman before him. He didn't have time to turn around or even see who it was. Suddenly Yuri slipped into the bathroom beside them, quietly placing himself behind the door.
Sasha stared at him in bewilderment. “Do you mind?"
"Nope, not at all,” Yuri smiled merrily, “pretend I'm not even here."
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Hiding."
Sasha glowered at him, “what the hell for?"
"You'll see."
Footsteps were rapidly coming down the hall, and Sasha swung his gaze from the door to Yuri again, “what did you do?"
His brother grinned mischievously, “you'd think that after having been shot not too long ago that Micah would take a break from patrolling the territory. It's funny, you'd never even know that he was wounded ... he's still fast as hell.” He looked up thoughtfully. “He's always been regimented like that, though, and nothing keeps him from his routine."
"Damn it, Yuri! I told you to be careful.” There was a knock on the door. “I swear, if you weren't so, so—” He stopped, seeing Micah out of the corner of his eye. He was leaning against the door, his jaw slightly dropped in uncertainty.
Sasha's eyes widened and he grabbed Kita by the shoulders. “If you weren't so damn beautiful, I'd never let you get away with some of the stuff you pull.” He bent down, kissing her fiercely and hoping like hell that Micah had bought the idea that he had been talking to her the whole time.
Kita licked her lips when he drew away. A provocative smile lined her mouth. She watched as Sasha threw his brother a discreet glare of warning, and then whirled around to face Micah. The Beta was entering the room slowly and Sasha was quick to meet him before he could come in further.
"What's wrong, Micah?” He asked curtly.
"There's an intruder in the woods, another werewolf, I'm sure of it.” He stepped back. “He outran me, but I don't think he's left the territory."
Sasha looked back one last time, “Alright, let's go and look for him, and then...” He shook his head and stepped out the door.
Yuri sighed and looked at Kita, “My brother really likes you."
His voice surprised her and she looked at him wide-eyed, she had been so busy watching Sasha leave that she had almost forgotten he was there, “why do you say that?"
"It's the way he looks at you. You can tell."
She shook her head and left the bathroom to sit on the bed, “I'm sure he likes many women."
Yuri watched her walk away from him. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of warm black cotton pants and a form hugging white t-shirt. She sat down on the bed, and her expression looked pained.
He left the bathroom, casually leaning against the wall as he spoke, “My brother doesn't like women. He doesn't like anyone but his Beta's.” He smiled softly, “but he likes you. If you don't believe me ask Kiser, or Micah, anyone here will tell you about my brother's regard for women."
She raised her brows skeptically, “Why, is he a jerk when I'm not around?” The whole time she had been here she had never once seen Sasha lose his temper with a woman.
"No,” Yuri shook his head, “But he's not friendly, either. He's just ... aloof.” He shrugged his shoulders casually. “The men are the hunters, the providers and the protectors. Women do things around the home like cooking and cleaning. I don't think Sasha ever thought anything more about them ... until you, anyway."
Kita laughed, “I'm a terrible cook, and my cleaning skills leave a lot to be desired.” She frowned suddenly. “My father will come soon, Yuri. He won't let me stay with Sasha..."
He turned his head, watching her pale expression in the light of the fire that was burning to his side, “Sasha won't just let you leave, and I know my brother, Kita. Once he has something he wants he won't let it go ... and he wants you."
She laughed an empty, troubled chuckle, “he won't have a choice, and neither will I."
"What's your father going to do, Kita? He can't make you leave."
She looked up at him, staring into the golden eyes that looked so similar to his brothers, “You don't know my father, Yuri. He'll do whatever it takes to get what he wants, and nothing, absolutely nothing, will stop him.” She felt the warmth leave her face as she went cold, “Sasha's getting in the way of his plans with the were-cats ... my father gets rid of people who get in his way."
Yuri studied her. Seeing the pain written in her face he could almost feel her heart aching.
"Trust my brother, Kita.” He tilted his chin. “While you were sleeping after you got shot, my brother was telling me a little bit about you. He told me that you weren't very trusting of Alpha's.” She looked away for a split second and then looked back, “you can trust my brother, Kita."
She sighed ruefully. If she was ever going to trust an Alpha Sasha would be the one. She felt a cringe in her chest, as if her heart were being pinched. If she was ever going to fall in love with one, that would be Sasha, too.
She didn't know how long she had been just quietly staring at the floor lost in thought when Sasha suddenly returned. She heard the door click, and when she looked up he was standing there wet.
"What the hell happened to you?” Yuri blurted out from the chair where he was now sitting.
Kita flashed her eyes sideways, when did Yuri sit down? Her gaze shifted back to Sasha.
He strode into the bathroom for a towel, speaking as he moved. “It's starting to snow. I think we're seeing the end of our mild winter."
Yuri suddenly launched himself from the chair, “do you think it's going to add up to anything?"
Sasha dried off as he casually made his way back to where Kita was sitting. “It looks like it. It
's thick, heavy snow. Might be the big snow storm that we've been expecting for awhile now.” He wrapped an arm around Kita's small waist as he leaned over to kiss her cheek, “it wouldn't surprise me. We're due for one."
"I have to go.” Yuri said urgently as he grabbed for the door.
"Wait, what? Where are you going, Yuri?” Sasha jumped up and put his palm on the door, slamming it shut before his brother could leave.
"If we get heavy snow it'll block the pass. I won't be able to leave until it melts. I can't—” He stammered, tripping over his words, “I can't be gone that long."
Sasha released his hold. There was desperation in his brother's voice that even he didn't dare question.
"Fine, Kita and I will go with you to the edge of the territory.” Sasha slowly backed away, “but I really wish that you didn't have to leave so soon. You just got here."
Yuri's head snapped back in surprise. “Is that compassion I hear, from you, the unemotional brother that I grew up with?” He grinned playfully at Kita, “what have you done to my brother?"
"Knock it off, Yuri,” Sasha scolded with an uncomfortable blush. “Believe it or not I really did worry about you when you were gone. And I'll worry about you when you leave."
Yuri chuckled, “I think Kita is making you soft.” He grimaced as Sasha's fist unceremoniously found his shoulder. “Ouch..."
Sasha looked back at Kita. Her deep navy eyes were watching him affectionately, and strands of soft light blonde hair fell jaggedly around her small jaw and down her shoulders. Maybe she was making him soft, but she also made him hard as hell.
CHAPTER 14
Kita blinked snowflakes from her thick lashes, glancing sideways to look at Sasha and Yuri. They were both quiet with their hands in their jean pockets, trudging through the ever thickening snow. Occasionally they would look at one another, and an expression would pass between them, almost as if they were talking to each other, but they never said a word.
The snow was falling in a steady blanket of heavy white, making visibility difficult. She shivered, hugging the warm fleece coat that she was wearing closer to her body. She looked down at the warm wool lined boots that she had been given by one of the women. They were handmade, sewn together with practiced precision. In her mind she recalled the woman who had given her the boots. She was young, probably around her own age, with auburn hair and warm brown eyes. Cleo, her name was. She was sweet, with a shy smile, and she blushed when Kita thanked her and complimented her on the beautiful work in making the boots. Cleo had then smiled, telling Kita that she would show her how to make them when she returned.
She smiled, thinking to herself. She liked Cleo already. It may have been in her head, but she felt at home here, as if she knew these people already. There was a calm ambiance that surrounded this place. Perhaps it was the mountains, the solitude of being hidden from civilization, but she had a feeling that it was something much more than that. Everyone knew their place, they trusted each other, and they loved each other. They were a family.
She felt a shiver travel up her spine, the result of bitter memory. Her family's pack was anything but. There was a constant struggle for status. No matter where someone was on the ladder they always wanted to be higher. They fought internally, and ties were easily broken. Friendship was a loose term. Growing up she had only had one or two true friends. The rest had befriended her with the false hopes of rising in rank, using her status to aid theirs. It didn't work, and once they realized it she again became the enemy, the one where they wanted to be.
She had been high in rank. Her father and mother were the leaders, followed by the six Beta's—two of who were her older brothers, and she, being their only daughter, was next on the totem pole of the pack. Jealousy and resentment towards her ran thick through their society and it hadn't taken her long to learn how to fight. She was certainly given plenty of opportunities whenever her parent's backs were turned.
Unfortunately, her temperament didn't improve with experience. The older she became the more hostile she became, and she learned to anticipate confrontation. With age also came attention from the opposite sex. Suddenly visiting Alpha's from neighboring packs became interested in her, and it had nothing to do with her looks or her personality. It had everything to do with the fact that her father was a man of power, and she had ties to that power. Their attention not only brought more jealousy and resentment from other women, but it also allowed her to see first hand how ruled by power and greed the men of her race were. It left a bitter taste in her mouth for Alpha's entirely, and she learned quickly how to use her anger and hostility to keep them away from her.
She smiled to herself. Sasha was the first man that she had been unable to drive away with her surly temper. In fact, he even seemed to enjoy the challenge that her defiance brought. There was another shiver up her back, but this time it was one of excitement. The fact that he was so dominant sent her head spinning out of control, and at the same time it turned her on like a hot flame against gasoline.
A warm arm wrapped tenderly around her waist, and even over her clothing that simple touch was enough to send heat coursing through her veins while flushing her cheeks. She shifted her eyes demurely, seeing Sasha wink playfully before returning his eyes to the meadow that was now just a few hundred yards away. She wondered how they had gotten so far so soon. Had she been daydreaming for that long?
The snow was still falling heavily, blanketing the open meadow until it was nothing but a pristine white sheet. The river was black against the ivory snowfall, unaffected by the cold around it. It just kept rolling, churning through the meadow and between the trees as it always had.
Sasha kept his arm firmly around Kita's waist, leading her with him as he walked with his brother to the edge of the river. The heavy snow underfoot made the short walk seem distant and taxing. They finally stopped at the edge of the river, looking into the black water as it rippled along.
There was silence. The snow fell softly, and even the chortle of the water seemed to grow faint. Kita shifted uneasily. The wind blew at her back, throwing her light hair swirling around her face. She flicked it away with her hand, looking up at Sasha. He was still staring at the water, speechless.
Yuri finally chuckled, breaking the empty stillness.
"I have to go before this snow gets any worse.” He informed his brother, “if the pass gets blocked you'll be stuck with me for the rest of winter."
Sasha feigned disgust, “Haven't I had to tolerate you long enough?” He smiled, unable to keep a straight face any longer, “I can't imagine trying to hide you from everyone for another month or so. Besides, you've caused enough trouble ... you're almost as bad as Kita."
Kita scowled, seeing him cast a sly sidelong glance down to her. She smirked, reaching out to pinch his side. She gripped a clump of his black fleece jacket that he was wearing, and when she could feel firm flesh beneath it she squeezed. He jumped in surprise, yelping in pain. He reached down and quickly grabbed her hand in his, pulling her closer to his side. He tangled his fingers into hers, keeping her hands where he could control what they were doing.
"Kita,” Yuri chuckled as he leaned towards her with an extended hand, “it was nice to meet you.” She freed her hand from Sasha's grip just long enough to receive a kiss on the back of her palm. “Keep my brother on his toes, it's good for him."
She nodded with a smile of appreciation, watching curiously as Yuri bowed lightly to Sasha. Without another word he shoved his hands back into his pockets, spun on his heel and walked down a ways, crossing the river by stepping on several large rocks that were jutting from the icy water. He then turned away, disappearing into the shadow of the trees.
"You never even said goodbye...” She whispered sadly, not really expecting Sasha to hear her.
Sasha squeezed her waist tenderly, “Yes I did."
"No you didn't,” she challenged, “You hardly said a word to him the whole time."
"We said lots of things, sweetheart.” He sighed
, looking down at her, “It just wasn't words that you could hear."
She rolled her eyes, “That doesn't make sense."
He smiled, “We're eye-commanders, pretty baby, remember? We don't need words to speak to one another.” He saw her become puzzled, a sweet expression of confusion flashing over her brow, and he elaborated, “We can read each other's minds. We learn to do it at a young age. When you become a wolf you lose the ability to speak, right? It's a necessary tool for communication."
She frowned. In her pack when someone shifted into their wolf form they didn't communicate telepathically. They expressed their feelings with snaps and growls. Her gut tightened with a sick feeling.
She blanched, “Can you read my mind?"
He laughed, “No. You have to be receptive, and I don't think that you would welcome me into your mind."
She blushed, biting her lip as she looked coyly up at him, “You'd hear all my dirty thoughts about you."
He raised his brows suggestively, “Oh woman, would you hate to hear what I'm thinking about you. You think you're thinking dirty? You should hear my thoughts..."
Kita felt her face go hot with heat, and suddenly the cold air around her seemed to melt away. Her eyes rounded in surprise to Sasha's words and she giggled demurely. She shook her head and stepped back. He was so unbelievably striking right now. His golden eyes were deep and warm as he looked at her, and his thick pink lips were curved into a charming boyish grin.
Butterflies tickled her stomach. He tilted his jaw, and she could hear the soft clink of his metal tusks as they bounced from one another beneath his chin. The scars that decorated his facial features suddenly seemed so perfect on him. They made him look intimidating, and combined with his shaved scalp it made him look tough as hell. A surge of raw aching pitched through her veins. He was such a turn on, everything about him made her want to pounce on him like a wild animal.
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