The Hunters Series

by Shiloh Walker

  Malachi forgotten, she slid her hands inside Ben’s open shirt, seeking hot, hard skin, the gleaming, smooth perfection of his chest vibrating under her hands as he moaned. Tearing his mouth from hers, he whispered, “Shadoe—”

  Unable to think past the need in her gut, she whispered, “Hungry. Want you…” She slid her hands past the waistband of his jeans, restlessly stroking the skin she bared as she worked his jeans down.

  “Shadoe—damn it, can you…fuck.” Ben groaned, thought fleeing as her hot mouth closed over his aching cock. Bent over from the waist, her hair hanging in a curtain around her, she licked and sucked on his cock, making soft, mewling noises in her throat.

  The hunger was on her, the driving sexual urges that could overtake an Inherent. It had hit her hard, and fast, and it was going to pull him under with her.

  Gathering her hair in his fist, he stared with hungry, fascinated eyes as she moved her head up and down, the ruddied flesh of his cock disappearing between her lips with each downward stroke.

  “Cross, you must think I’m made of stone,” a soft voice murmured. Ben lifted his gaze as he felt the jolt go through Shadoe, her mouth pulling away from his cock. Malachi’s eyes were on her naked ass, bared by the shirt when she bent over. It slipped back into place as she straightened slowly, each move achingly sensual. When she turned and looked at Malachi, Ben saw something in her eyes, and jealousy tore through him. Wrapping his arms around her, one hand came up to cup a full round breast, the other hand roamed restlessly at her waist.

  “Get out, Malachi,” Ben groaned as Shadoe lowered her head and kissed his hand, her tongue darting out and caressing the skin. Ben pumped his cock against the firm curves of her ass, nestling it between the rounded cheeks, clenching his jaw, restraining the need to throw her down and mount her as he stared at Malachi.

  Malachi laughed and said, “I hear that so very often. One of these days, I’m going to get tired of it.”

  Ben’s hands were already busy on Shadoe’s torso when Malachi turned and left. Her head fell back to rest on his chest, his hand slid down and cupped her cleft, grinding the heel lightly against her mound. Her heat flooded his hand, burning him, branding him, like he was dying to do to her.

  Lowering his mouth and raking his teeth across Shadoe’s exposed neck, he sank them in gently, beating back that urge to brand and mark. Mine…mine… She is mine. He knew it. He wanted her to know, he wanted the world to know. He wanted his mark on her for all the world to see.

  Such a hard demon to fight, this crazed kind of lust. And now Shadoe’s demon had come to the fore and he was powerless under the force of both.

  He could smell her, the musk of her desire that was creaming in her pussy, the blood that was pounding hot and heavy in her veins. And he could hear her—the quick, hard beating of her heart, soft, excited breaths—each sound fueling his own desire.

  Gripping her shirt in his hands, he tore it away. Grabbing her now naked hips, he bent her over the table. He stared hungrily at the exposed, wet folds of her cleft for a long second, licking his lips. Dragging his finger through the sweet heat, he lifted it to his lips, groaning in pleasure as the tangy taste exploded on his tongue.

  Taking his cock in one hand, he aimed for the wet, exposed heart of her.

  “Hold onto the table,” he growled, kicking her legs apart.

  Too fast…too fast…he told himself, trying to focus on something besides burying his aching sex inside her and riding her until they both collapsed. But flowing from her was a wave of need and hunger, so deep, it nearly surpassed his.

  “Damn it, Ben, please… I have to feel you inside me,” she whimpered, wiggling her hips and pushing back against him.

  “Not yet,” he rasped, shaking his head, clearing the fog of lust so he could think. Everything was magnified. He could feel the ends of his hair whisper against his neck at the movement, everything multiplied and unbelievably clear as his hunger grew.

  Closing his hand around his cock, he dropped to his knees behind her, trailing his tongue along the back of her thigh. “Sweet, sweet Shadoe,” he purred, pumping his cock slowly, teasing himself with the mental image of her pussy sliding up and down his cock in the same rhythm, up and down, over and over until he flooded her as she came around him with a scream.

  Pressing his mouth against her, he spread her folds with a long, slow stroke of his tongue, and then he penetrated her, so that his tongue was sneaking into the heart of her, fucking in and out of her spasming core, as he cupped one cheek of her butt in his hand and spread her open to him.

  In and out, slow, torturing strokes of his tongue until she was writhing against him, pushing back hungrily on him and whimpering, begging, pleading with him to fuck her.

  Rising, he kissed a slow path up her spine, smoothing his hands over her hips, nestling his cock between the cheeks of her ass and pumping slowly, tears of pre-come seeping out to lubricate as he kept up the teasing torture.

  “Damn it, fuck me,” she demanded, pushing back hungrily. Her voice was low and rough with lust, and her skin was searing hot, hot enough to burn. The scent of her hunger was thick on the air, closing a tight fist around Ben’s throat as he breathed it in.

  He shifted his angle and breeched her pussy, sliding in just the first snug inch. “My pleasure,” he murmured, bracing one hand on the base of her spine as he started to probe, pushing ever deeper inside her, slowly; the tight, silky inches of her closing over him like glory. Her wet heat spasmed around his cock and he growled, his lids dropping low over his eyes.

  Hunkering over her bent form, he started to shaft her slowly, watching as his cock slid from her sheath, the dark flesh glistening from her cream. “You feel amazing, baby, you know that?” he muttered, surging back inside her. Her whimpered moan made his heart skip a few beats before it started to pound manically in his chest. Mine…mine…mine…

  A soft keening cry tore from her lips as he started to drive harder and harder inside her, his pace keeping time with the raging beats of his heart. Reaching around, he pinched her clit, stroking it with firm, quick circles as she started to sob and plead mindlessly beneath him. “Mine,” he growled, tweaking the hard, budded flesh of her clit.

  She screamed as the climax hit her, the sleek muscles in her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him. Heat flared at the base of his spine and he gritted his teeth, holding the orgasm back, riding her harder and harder. He left off playing with her clit and started to stroke the puckered rosette with his slickened fingers, slipping the tip of his finger inside her and feeling her jump. She clamped down harder around him, the rocking motions of her body freezing, her entire body going still.

  Ben smiled, a hot, hungry smile as her head lowered, her spine curved down to the table and she started to whimper. Pushing deeper, he shuddered as the tight, virgin little hole locked down around him, trying to resist the slow, thorough possession of her ass. “You’ll close over my cock so tight,” he murmured. “I can make you feel so good.”

  Shadoe gasped, the air locked in her lungs, a scream building in her throat as he started to plunge his finger into her bottom with the same rhythm he pounded his cock into her aching core. Heat suffused her, tingling chills racing up and down her spine. She sobbed and pushed back against him, a tiny scream falling from her lips when that small movement took his teasing finger even deeper inside.

  “You like that,” he whispered, his deep, sexy voice an added caress against her. “You’ll like it even more when I start to fuck you here, in your hot little ass. It’s gonna drive you mad and you’re gonna scream and beg for me. I’ll slide my cock inside you, so slowly, we’ll both damn near die from the pleasure before I’m buried inside you.”

  Hell, could she come just from him telling her about it?

  Then she felt a second finger sliding in, stretching her. “Oh, hell,” she sobbed, freezing, scared to move. She felt stretched too tightly, achingly full. Unconsciously, she pulled away as the hot, tingly chills coalesced in
to a bright burning nova, robbing her of the ability to think, to breathe. He surged deep inside, growling when she whimpered and tried to pull away.

  “Mine,” he rumbled, that deep, sexy voice stroking over her like a tangible caress. “You’ll take it. Don’t pull away from me. Feel it.”

  “Ben—” Her breath caught in her throat as he surged back inside. This time, he changed position so that the plum-shaped head of his cock was stroking over her G-spot.

  “Come for me,” he purred, working his fingers deeper and harder into her ass.

  She fought it, clenching the muscles in her pelvis and trying to pull away, away from the deep pleasure-pain that shot through her with his every stroke.

  “Come!” he barked, pulling out all the way to the head and driving back inside her with bruising force.

  She screamed. She came. She writhed around his impaling cock, deep, harsh groans coming from her throat. A dam inside her broke and cream flowed from her in a river, bathing his cock, flowing out to coat his balls and trickle down her thighs. He removed his fingers from her ass and dug them into her hips, pulling her tightly against him. Shadoe felt a heated splash inside her, just at her G-spot, followed by the pulsating throb of his cock as he rode his climax to the end. “Perfect,” he murmured, holding still within her, arching his spine, his head falling back.

  A vibrant curse slid from his lips, followed by a long, shuddering groan and then his body came down, covering hers just briefly before he pulled her to the floor, cuddling her spine up against the front of his body, still locked inside her.

  A shudder coursed through her as his cock pulsed again, teasing nerve endings that should be half dead by now. She whimpered, pushing her butt back against him. “Not enough,” she whispered raggedly. “I need more…can’t think…”

  Ben pushed up onto his elbow, spilling her onto her belly. Taking her thigh, he opened her and lifted her leg up over his, keeping it there with a firm, demanding grip as he started to rock against her, tiny, teasing movements. She tried to push back against him and take more and he growled in warning. Falling still, hardly able to move in the position he held her body, Shadoe arched her hips just a little, clenching her muscles around him each time he stroked inside her, trying to hold him in.

  An approving rumble left him with each little clutch of her pussy, until he was all but growling constantly. The sound fired her even more and she slid one hand up her torso, cupping her breast, pinching the hard, peaked nipple. “Ben, oh… there,” she sobbed as he moved higher against her, now stroking over the buried nerve bed with each caressing stroke. “Harder, harder!”

  “Mmmm, slow down, Shadoe,” he purred. “There’s no rush.”

  “The hell there isn’t,” she panted. “You’re killing me.”

  He laughed and the sound vibrated down his body, his cock jerking within the snug embrace of her cleft. “I can’t think of any better way to go than this, buried inside your sweet, wet pussy, feeling those little muscles stroking me, listening to you call my name when you come,” he whispered, releasing her leg and hooking his hand over her mound, grinding his palm against her clit, pushing her hard back against him.

  “Sweet,” he praised, staring down at her body, a soft pink flush spreading up from her breasts, tinting her neck, coloring her cheeks. Her face lay cushioned on her palm and she lifted her head slightly, staring at him over her shoulder, one rounded pink breast caught in the curve of her folded arm, the deep berry-colored nipple peeking out at him. “I can smell you, how hot, how hungry you are. It drives me insane.”

  His words stroked over her like a hand, drawing her tighter and tighter. “Ummm…” she whispered, her eyes glassy and bright with desire. “More…please.”

  With a feral grin, he started to pull out, then he surged hard back inside. The wet, sucking sounds from her pussy had him swearing, pulling out, driving back in, harder and harder until the slap of his flesh against hers filled the air, the scents of their combined hunger perfuming the heated room. Sweat gleamed on his body, the hard, convulsing muscles of his belly as he worked his cock into her sheath, gleaming on the rounded, bunched muscles at his shoulders, his arms, his back, all damp with sweat.

  A harsh cry filled the air as she tightened around him again, a deep, spasming climax locking her pussy around his cock. He could barely work it back inside her as she rode the climax, her sheath tighter than a fist, wet, her tissues swollen from his hard thrusts.

  “Mine,” he gasped as he started to come, flooding her already wet depths with a hot stream of his seed before he collapsed against her, resting his brow on her shoulder. Little, minute shudders still racked her body, a soft whimper falling from her lips. “Perfect…”

  It was past noon before the burning, driving hunger inside her core was briefly satisfied. Ben held her against him in the shower, his muscles feeling like putty, a dazed, sated feeling pumping through his veins with every beat of his heart.

  She was nearly limp with exhaustion. As he worked scented suds through her hair, he murmured, “Don’t sleep yet. You have to eat. Your body needs to refuel after last night…and this morning.”

  Lifting her head, she stared at him with a cloudy look in her pretty blue eyes. “What’s going on? Why do I feel like I have to have you inside me every second of the day? You even speak and I want you again…or more. I can’t stop wanting you,” she mumbled, shaking her head.

  A brief smile canted his lips up. “The wolf inside. She is hungry to mate, to be mated,” he said. “She’s been locked away from you all your life, unable to let her wishes be known. She’s making up for lost time.”

  “She…?”

  “The part inside you that made you change last night. Your subconscious, if you will. It makes you hungry, makes you want… It is what guided you through the change last night when you were attacked. It’s the animal within you.” He watched her face as he spoke, looking for some sign of revulsion or disgust. He saw only a weary resignation.

  “Will it always be like this?” she asked plaintively.

  He chuckled and cuddled her against him. “No. The wolf is merely stamping her mark on you. Soon, you’ll be able to beat her back into submission, letting her out only when needed. But for now, I wouldn’t fight it.”

  Good thing, Shadoe thought later as she stared at the heaping plate of food Ben had slid under her nose. She wouldn’t have been able to fight this anyway, not now. Not yet. She was weak, tired, exhaustion permeating every inch of her being.

  And still…as she watched him return to the stove to toss fluffy eggs, golden brown biscuits and crispy bacon onto his own plate, she wanted him. Still. His tight, perfect butt in his snug jeans caught her eye, and she had to clench her nails into her palms to keep from reaching out and grabbing him.

  Welcome, little sister…

  Shadoe jerked, her fork falling unnoticed to the floor.

  A voice.

  She heard a voice.

  A soft, amused noise flooded her system, filling her, echoing around her. Like laughter…but not from a human throat.

  You’ve been lost to me, the voice whispered. I knew it had to be so, but then… I missed you, and tried to call to you. It took forever for you to hear me. She must have been strong to keep us apart this long.

  Who? Shadoe wondered, her eyes wheeling around the room, looking for the one who spoke to her.

  “Your mother,” Ben answered. Turning, he met her eyes and moved across the room, setting his plate on the table before coming to kneel beside her, taking one of her stiff, cold hands in his. Then he glanced around the room, as though searching for something. “Wolf…be nice. She’s had a rough time lately.”

  That odd, chuffing sort of laughter again and then the voice came, but this time it was aloud, not just spoken within her. “Brother…am I ever not nice?” the creature asked in a purring sort of rumble.

  Ben laughed. “Stop playing games, Wolf. Bad enough she has to deal with this animal you’ve unleashed running rampa
nt within her. She doesn’t need a cocky totem making things worse,” he said.

  “It is not an animal within her…it is my essence.” The voice was haughtier now, and smug. Then she sensed a sort of softening in this presence, a fondness, and something almost like an invisible hug settled over her shoulders. “My pretty, precious sister,” the being whispered lovingly. “Listen…learn…feel…”

  Shadoe’s breath locked within her throat as she was pulled out of her body, and she could feel herself being flung through time and space. Then a soft grayness took her and she could think of nothing else.

  Floating infinitely inside that warm gray cocoon, Shadoe felt bathed in love, warmth, acceptance. Then she felt solid again and her eyes opened. But she wasn’t in her home.

  A forest, vast and ageless, surrounded her and everything around her shimmered with life. The trees, the moss growing on the tumbled rocks—those very rocks seemed to gleam with life. And lying in front of the rocks was a massive gray wolf, his eyes deep satiny pools of silver, unlike any wolf she had ever seen or imagined.

  “Welcome, sister, to the dreamscape.”

  Although the wolf’s mouth didn’t move, the words came from him.

  At her back, she felt a warm, familiar presence and then Ben’s hands came up, gripping her shoulders, holding her firmly against him, a solid, silent pillar of support.

  “Duh…dream…dreamscape?” she stuttered.

  “My home within.”

  “Within what?” she asked, jumping when her voice echoed, vibrating around her, filling her.

  “Within you, within Ben…within every creature that I have blessed with my touch and who listens to my call.”

  Her eyes were confused. “Blessed… You mean, people who can change, like Ben? Like me? Like…”

  The Wolf studied her, his eyes gentle, understanding. “Marcus is a being who has my touch, through the blood of his parents. He can shift from wolf to man, like you. But he is no longer mine. He cannot feel my touch or know the greater powers I can bless my brethren with. Although, I do torment him from time to time and make him hear my voice. He strayed, long ago. He is corrupt. Foul…and he has to die. Will you do it?”