The Hunters Series

by Shiloh Walker

  Against his chest, he felt the firm, rounded pressure of her breasts, the hot stab of her nipples through her bra and shirt. Her rounded, soft belly cuddled against his cock as he slowly stepped closer to her body. Her head fell limply back as he released her lips, cruising his way down her neck, pausing to lick at the pulse throbbing there.

  Her pulse slammed against her skin so hard, it was a wonder it didn’t bruise her. Dallying at that soft, sweet spot, he licked, nuzzled, and caressed, then raked his teeth down her neck, feeling hot male pleasure course through him as she shuddered against him.

  “You’re sweet,” he groaned against her skin, taking her hips in his hands and bringing her closer, pumping his cock against her, feeling hot satisfaction course through him when her knees buckled.

  So damned sweet…he thought, desperate for more, for all.

  Ben fell to his knees in front of her, still supporting her weight as he pressed his mouth to her belly, moving lower and lower until he could press his mouth against her mound through the layers of her clothes. Her body jerked and her hands fisted in his hair. Rolling his eyes upward, he met her gaze over the length of her body, seeing the dark storm building in her eyes, and the embarrassment. The curiosity…

  Hooking his hands in the waist of her denim shorts, he eased them down, dragging her panties out of the way as well. Once he had her naked from the waist down, he caught one thigh in his hand and opened her. With a groan, he pressed his mouth against the damp cleft.

  “Ben,” she gasped, tugging his head and staring at him.

  “Shadoe…sweet, sweet Shadoe,” he whispered. He tumbled her to the floor. Pushing her thighs wide, he stared down at her, the damp silk of her sex gleaming, her folds wet and open.

  “What are you doing?” She flinched away, trying to close her thighs.

  “Looking at you, getting ready to taste you,” he answered, effortlessly keeping her from closing herself against him. Stroking one finger down the folds, he lifted it to his lips and added, “Teasing you.”

  “Don’t look at me,” she demanded, her face flushing, her eyes sparking with embarrassment.

  “Have to, you’re too pretty not to,” he argued gently, smiling wickedly. Lowering his head, he pressed his mouth to her and feasted, driving through her folds, entering her, before moving higher and rasping his rough tongue over her clit, suckling the hard little bud deep.

  A harsh, desperate moan left her and her eyes widened as she arched her hips against him, rocking feverishly. He pushed two fingers inside her tight, slick passage, pumping shallowly and listening to her whimper. Damn me, Ben thought wildly.

  He hadn’t ever wanted a woman this powerfully before, this quickly. His needs had fallen to the wayside next to his mission, the fire to find the child who had gone missing from his pack so many years ago. He had found her, and for the past five years, he had waited for her to leave the damned prison where they had sent her, fighting the urge to get her out, even if it involved tearing the place apart, stone by stone. Dying to tear the place apart stone by stone.

  But that wouldn’t help things. So he had waited. He had been too close, and he wouldn’t mess up the mission, wouldn’t jeopardize things, wouldn’t call attention to their kind, not after they’d come so close to exposure already. He waited…and now she was out. Now he could protect her…

  Too often, though, protect was getting mixed up. He still wanted to protect her. But not because she was the pack’s responsibility. But because he wanted her. All of her. For him.

  Ben hadn’t expected to want her like this, hadn’t known he could want like this.

  Hell, he hadn’t thought of wanting her at all, not until he had seen her walking down the street that first day, so lost, so confused.

  The wet, sleek heat of her pussy clamped around his fingers as she tumbled closer to climax. The tight, hot grip of her sheath started to milk his fingers rhythmically as she moved closer and closer. Those delicate tissues, those little muscles, and damn it, her scent…all of it combining and threatening to drive him mad.

  She was close to coming. Ben could feel it in the tensing of her body, in the glazing of her eyes, her erratic, unsteady breathing.

  “Perfect,” he grunted against her, flicking his tongue across her clit. “Come…come, sweet, sexy Shadoe, come for me. Let me taste it.”

  At his words, she erupted, her sheath contracting around his fingers as Shadoe pumped her hips harder. Working herself up and down on his fingers, riding him as she cried out, a short, choked sound. He sucked on her clit, harder and harder, as she rode the wave of climax, her face flushed, her mouth trembling and swollen.

  “Hmmm…that’s good,” he whispered in approval. “Good…” A violent shudder racked his body and he felt the hungry animal inside him straining at his chains, to fall and ravage this sweet little prize. Sucking in air, Ben lifted his eyes, staring at her over the length of her body.

  Levering his body over hers, he let her feel the light brush as he whispered, “Shadoe, look at me.”

  Her eyes fluttered open, still dazed, still glowing with little sparks of untamed magic.

  “Ben,” she purred, arching her back unconsciously as she rode the orgasm through, pressing hot, hard little nipples against his chest, rubbing her mound against him.

  “Sweet, ah, hell,” he groaned. “Don’t do that, baby, unless you are ready for me to finish this.”

  A hungry look slid through her eyes, one that called to the animal in him, and she dug her nails into his shoulders. “Finish it? Oh, you bet your ass you will,” she murmured, licking her lips. Then a hot flush rushed to her cheeks, as though she couldn’t believe she had said that.

  Delighted, Ben grinned. “Oh, yeah. I’ll finish it.” Cupping the curve of her ass in his hands, he arched his hips against her, feeling the wet heat of her scalding him through his clothes.

  It was amazing to feel that burning, driving heat from her, to see that punch of desire in her eyes.

  Pushing his tongue inside her mouth, he groaned at the taste of her and his balls drew tight against his body as his cock throbbed and pulsed for her. The need to drive his aching sex inside her sweet, wet pussy was nearly robbing him of thought, of control.

  But she had to be ready—had to think of nothing but this. Nothing but the touch of his mouth on hers, his hands on her sweet, sexy little body, his cock sliding into the tight wet glove of her sheath. He couldn’t take it if he saw fear come into hers eyes as he took her.

  Shadoe rocked her hips up, shifting her legs to hook around his waist, parting the tender flesh between her thighs and cradling his denim-covered cock there. “Ummm…that feels so good,” she gasped, her lids lowering until only a sliver of dark blue was visible as she stared at him. “So nice.”

  Ben grinned, albeit a little painfully. “We’ll make it feel better, Shadoe, promise,” he muttered against her lips, licking the full lower one and tugging on it with sharp, gentle teeth, shuddering when it had her arching against him.

  Shifting to his knees, Ben tore his shirt away before shoving to his feet and tearing his jeans off, tossing them aside. The clink of loose change and keys sounded as his pockets emptied, and his jeans landed with a dull thud several feet away. A ripple rolled down his spine and he fumbled at the loss of control. Control was everything to him…why did it suddenly feel like he had none?

  Kneeling before her, Ben slowly removed the rest of her clothes, staring at the smooth pale length of her body, the full, rounded weight of her breasts, topped with deep pink nipples. Her torso narrowed down to a slim waist, a full, female flare of hips, and short, curly wisps of hair covered her mound. Her long, sleekly muscled thighs shifted restlessly as she stared up at him, her eyes clouded and hungry.

  “Ben, please,” she whimpered, her long, tangled hair spread under her shoulders like a blanket.

  “Oh, I’ll please,” he muttered, lowering his body over hers, licking her lips, diving inside her mouth while lower, his hands cupped her hip
s and lifted her against him. “I’ll please you, baby. I swear it.” Wedging her thighs apart, he angled his hips and started the first slow, deep thrust inside her. Sweat beaded on his brow and he gritted his teeth. “You’re tight. Tighter than a virgin.”

  She mewled deep in her chest, thrashing her head back and forth, trying to draw him deeper. “I’m a virgin, Ben…oh!” Her breath caught in her throat as she lifted her hips tentatively against him, trying to draw him deeper inside.

  Ben stilled, locking his jaw. Bloody damn hell… Of course she was a virgin. The shy, private creature she had been before Jimmy wasn’t likely to have indulged in wild sexual flings. And she had spent five long years in prison. Staring down at her, he felt his heart stutter in his chest. Pretty pink nipples stabbed up at him, the pale ivory of her skin flushed with excitement. The pulse in her throat throbbed beguilingly and her eyes were wide, dilated, locked on his face.

  So damn sexy, so damn soft.

  Pressing his forehead against hers, he whispered, “I’m keeping you,” as he sank further inside her tight, wet pussy, the soft, silken hairs caressing his cock as he forged deep, through her slick, swollen tissues.

  Her breath caught, and she stiffened against him, arching up as pain started to burn her pussy.

  “Shhh…it’s almost over,” he crooned, nibbling at her neck, her chin, brushing his lips against hers. “Relax…open to me.”

  Shadoe’s eyes burned with tears. Her pussy ached, burned, where before it had been throbbing with pleasure. Too deep, too hard, too much… She tried to pull her hips back but his big hands stopped her. “It hurts,” she groaned, her head falling back as she sucked in air.

  “It’s your first time—I know it hurts…relax,” he ordered gruffly, shifting his weight until suddenly he was rubbing against her clit, and Shadoe flinched at the hot little jolt of pleasure that arced through her. He did it again and again until she was lifting herself to each caress, eagerly, hungrily. That felt…oh…too much.

  All of it was too much.

  He took her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss and Shadoe sobbed against his lips as he circled his finger around one stiff, tight nipple. Taking his mouth from hers, he met her eyes. “Pretty,” he whispered, holding her gaze as he pinched the hard little bud, plumping the soft flesh in his hand.

  Her breath shuddered out of her lungs, and she lifted again for the slow stroke of his pelvis against her clit, the throbbing little mass of tissue swollen and aching. He slid deeper, and deeper, forging his way through her tight, slick tissues as she moved against him, seeking that brush of his body that made the ache in her belly draw tighter and tighter.

  A startled, sharp cry left her as he sank completely into her, his pelvis pressed against her clit, sending hot sparking bolts of heat through her pussy, heating her belly, as she moved higher and harder against him until, with a sob, she climaxed around him.

  Oh, she had come before. She wasn’t a child, but…this. Nothing compared to this… It echoed and tore and burned its way through her until she was left breathless from the intensity of it. Heat built in her belly, scalding waves of it that pushed her farther and farther into a blinding maelstrom where she couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe without tasting Ben.

  It even overshadowed that hot, glorious climax he had given her when he had gone down on her.

  The muscles inside her pussy clung to his shaft as he pulled out and surged slowly back inside. When her eyes flew open at the stroke of his fingers on her clit, she could see him staring at her, his dark golden-brown eyes hooded, hungry, hot, almost a palpable touch as he watched her.

  “Damn, you’re pretty,” he rasped, lowering his head to lick at her lips, nibble on the full lower one before he sought entrance to her mouth, driving inside with hungry motions that mimicked his hips against hers.

  Her nails dug into the ridge of muscle along his shoulders as she lifted her hips to his, squeezing down with her muscles to hold him inside.

  Ben drove inside again, harder, as he shifted his weight to one elbow and reached down, sliding one hand over her torso, leaving a burning path of sensation as he arrowed in on her clit, circling it with firm, steady strokes of his thumb. The need to come again slammed her, drawing and coiling tight in her loins, a gnawing ache that demanded satisfaction. Shadoe buried her fingers in his hair, kissing him ravenously as she started to pump her hips to his, taking him deeper, harder, quicker and he let her, levering his weight off of her and letting her work herself upward against his cock.

  The thick, burning pillar of flesh scalded her and Shadoe gasped when he dropped his weight and started to pound her with deep, driving thrusts of his cock inside her sheath, fucking her desperately. He plundered her mouth, his hands sliding under her, fingers curling over her shoulders to brace and hold her still for his thrusts. Just before the night exploded inside her, flooding her with hot, whirling jolts of electric, liquid heat, he climaxed inside her with a muffled groan.

  Her lids drooped and darkness swarmed in front of her for a long, brief moment as she struggled to breathe, to pull herself back together. After a long, futile fight to get oriented, she gave up and cuddled against him, feeling his hands come up to hold her lovingly against him.

  “Sweet, sweet Shadoe,” he murmured.

  The sound of her name on his lips serenaded her to sleep, and she basked in the comfort of finally feeling truly safe.

  Chapter Five

  When the wolves didn’t return as expected, Marcus seethed. Blood flew and flesh was shredded as he took his fury out on Linus, the older, soft-spoken Alpha who had once lived quite happily in this town.

  Now the bloody, broken body of the Alpha lay in the corner and Linus suffered in silence as he waited for his body to heal enough for him to flee. Marcus Winston wasn’t leaving this town to Linus, ever again. The promise to move on had been empty. Something had drawn him here from the beginning and Marcus would stay.

  The girl. Linus knew that much. Had something to do with her.

  Marcus wouldn’t be leaving as long as the bitch was around. But the bitch was an even scarier thing than Marcus.

  Not because of her, exactly. But Linus had an idea what protected her. Or who. Hunters. He hadn’t lived this long without avoiding their kind. He’d rather continue to do just that, thanks.

  As he breathed in, the pain coursed through him with agonizing intensity.

  The skin on his back hung in bloody strips, and breathing was pure torture, with his broken nose and broken ribs. But each breath healed him a little more. So he forced himself to keep breathing, to block out the pain as best as he could, and just breathe. Like water evaporating, slowly each wound became less and less. Several hours after the beating, he had healed enough to shift. The werewolf magic would heal the rest of his wounds during the shift and then he could flee.

  His pack had deserted him, craving the frequent blood that Marcus promised.

  But Linus wasn’t stupid.

  Even if the girl didn’t have a Hunter already protecting her ass, he knew what happened when bloody rampages happened. Hunters happened.

  Again, no thanks.

  Bitter humor tore through him at that thought.

  It wasn’t possible to stand against the Hunters. A soft, pathetic whine left his mouth, animalistic sounding even though he still retained his human form. For now.

  Gathering his strength, Linus focused and felt the change slide through him, agonizingly slow as the were magic forced his flesh back together and knit the broken bones. He was a whimpering, sopping wet pile of wolf flesh when it was over—exhausted, hungry, and desperate to flee.

  Only a handful of his once proud clan remained. All clinging to Marcus.

  Screw them, he thought angrily.

  They could die with Marcus.

  Dragging himself to his feet, Linus swung his maned head left then right, listening, smelling… He was alone. Marcus had taken the females out, and the two betas remaining were most likely out chasi
ng their tails. A great, heaving sigh left his powerful chest and Linus padded out of the room, his oversized wolf body making no sound.

  He left through an open window, and didn’t stop, not even once, to look back.

  * * *

  Marcus found the house empty.

  The scent of blood and pain was thick in the air, but stale.

  The little fucker had dared to leave. The women clung to Marcus, their eyes wide with shock, fear heavy in their scent. Nobody dared to disobey Marcus. But Linus had. He hadn’t just disobeyed, he had left.

  A furious snarl left him and he spun away from the women, the bitches. Two of them, only two left. And two good-for-nothing betas. They had next to no brains in their heads and even less power.

  Should have pounded one of them—no, the blame for the failure went to Linus’ shoulders. Even though he hadn’t been with his wolves, he was their Alpha and should have trained them better.

  But if he had beaten a beta, the Alpha, the only intelligent werewolf in the pathetic pack Marcus had taken over, would still be here.

  The question was what to do about it.

  If Linus had shifted before fleeing, and of course, he had, his injuries were all but a memory now. All he had to do was feed and he’d be healed completely, able to run as far as he wanted, as fast as he wanted. None of the remaining wolves could handle him. Marcus could, but he wasn’t about to leave the half-breed slut here alone. She needed watching.

  No.

  She needed breaking.

  He was furious about the bastard sniffing at her tail. Who the hell did that shit think he was?

  Nobody tried to touch what Marcus had claimed. He had marked that whore years ago and worse, she had hurt him. No mongrel bitch ever did that to him and got away with it.

  She was going to bleed for that. And not just from a pitiful mark on her tit, either. Although he’d add to that one.

  He’d take her. Mark her. Then kill her.