by Yvette Hines
“No!” She twisted and jerked until she got leverage. She grabbed his arm and flung him off her. He grunted from the unexpected movement but recovered fast and reached for her. She allowed him to grab her, but shoved at his shoulders then rolled on top of him. She was now straddling him. “I’m no one’s mate.”
He growled, held her waist firm.
She could see the questions in his eyes but refused to answer them. Instead she guided his thick, hard cock back inside of her. They’d have now, whatever it brought them physically but nothing else. She rode him hard, pushing him and herself to the limit of ecstasy. When she finally came moments before he did, she was screaming his name not caring who heard it.
Chapter Three
Panting, Alek stared up at her. This strange female that had his cock buried deep inside her tight pussy. She was beautiful. Her hair tawny brushed against her shoulders in disarray, but he liked it down better than the controlled style of it before. His gaze continued to travel along her flushed body. Her coloring seemed too pale for her features—full lips, round face and an angular nose that widen at the end. Her curves were just as he’d thought when he first saw her, ample and toned. Her muscles were defined to the point of almost being sculpted. He could see how at a first look she appeared to be some replica of Niki, but to him she looked and smelled completely different.
Mine. His cat was serious about that. The fact she hadn’t allowed him to mark her grated on his nerves and instinct. However, even the desire to want to claim her made him want to flip himself upside down faster than this fighting female had done. Never in all of his maturity had he even come close to biting or marking a woman. Playful nips yes, but that’s as far as he ever desired it to go. Even those female shifters that were part of his prowl who offered him bed pleasure and frequently showcased their shoulder to him he didn’t take up. They wanted to be the mate of the Alpha, not his.
“Tell me your name.”
Her eyes shied away and she tried to get up. He held tight.
“You got what you want—”
“We wanted.” His fingers flexed. The female was too used to denying her sexual needs. The initial slide into her hot little pussy told him that. She wasn’t a virgin but close to it. If she hadn’t been so wet, he might have hurt her. “And this…” He thrust up into her and heard her breath catch then caught the shimmy of her body. Yeah, she was just as affected as he was. “It isn’t over between us.”
Hard eyes peered down at him. “How do you know?”
He rolled so she was beneath him again. “Besides the fact your sex is creamin’ like hell around my cock?” He locked gazes with her and dared her to deny it. “You’ll need a place to stay tonight. You caused some ruckus at Dark Moon and you won’t be getting any of the answers you want tonight.”
Her short nails dug into his forearms. “But you know who the female I’m looking for is, don’t you?”
“Yup.” He kissed her odd nose then her full lips.
“Then just tell me and I can get what I came for and be on my way.”
That was the last thing he wanted. The female, shifter, or whatever the hell she was, walking out of his life when she just arrived. He wasn’t ready to give her up, not just yet. “Don’t worry. Niki will come to you.”
The taut features of her face, narrowed eyes, tight lips and flared nostrils, let him clearly see she didn’t like his response.
“So, sweetness I suggest we finish this back at the place I’m staying.”
“I don’t have clothes. Some beast ripped them up.” She pointed toward the cotton-like confetti that was scattered all around the clearing.
He held fast. “You won’t be the first bare ass that’s come walkin’ out of these woods.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
“Name.”
“Is it really that important to you?” She wrapped her legs around his waist and gyrated her hips.
His cock had barely receded from their last round, now it was pulsing and hardening again. He groaned and offered her a short thrust, but refused to let it drop.
Her head tipped back and she moaned.
“Don’t play the femme fatale. It is not your style, sweetness.” He didn’t say it to be hurtful but honesty was how he always lived his life. This female was a fighter, a warrior from the center of her core out. It was that strength of hers that was sexy to him. “Don’t make me ask again.” He growled.
She growled.
They stared at each other, locked in a battle of wills.
“Brita,” she declared. “Now get the fuck off me.” This time when she shoved at him he moved and allowed her to roll away.
Brita. He repeated her name over and over again. It fit her. The name was delicate but strong. She probably would not appreciate the delicate part of it, but as capable and determined as she was to show her abilities and training, oh, yeah she had some specialized shit going on—there was an air of vulnerability that surrounded her. She walked into the Roadhouse demanding things but there had been a spark of something in her eyes. Hope? What was Niki to her? He pondered that question as they made their way, slower this time, along the footpath back to his car.
For a moment, he allowed himself to be distracted by the swaying of her round hips and full, plump ass. He remembered the firm, warm silk texture of her backside in his hands and bumping against his groin as he fucked her from behind. That was a view he could see all day. Once they were at the house it was a position he’d want to repeat once if not twice more. Then again, she’d ridden him like a well-trained equestrian and he didn’t mind being her stallion any day. His cock was throbbing fiercely. If he didn’t get his thoughts off the sexy female he’d be taking her against the next tree.
Inhaling deep, he let his lungs fill with all the scents around him of nature. He purposely isolated out her apricot musk to get a clear head on his shoulders.
At the break in the woods he spotted a pile of clothes at the base of a barren dogwood. Going to the stack he picked up a shirt and jeans. He tossed the shirt to her. “Here, sweetness, put this on.”
She caught it with sure hands. “You have my name now.”
He offered her a lopsided grin. “I know. But I enjoy the fire in your bluish green eyes when I use the nickname.”
Shoving the shirt down over her head then stomping out of the trees toward the parking lot she called out, “I’ll follow you.”
Alek would have preferred she ride with him to Dean’s old place but he’d take what he got. “I’m in the black King Ranch.”
Waving a hand over her head, she walked toward a green Jeep. Alek moved toward his vehicle. Night was falling fast and the temperature would be dropping. There was a distinct scent of rain in the air and he wanted to have them snuggled in bed before it started. He was thankful that Bhric kept everyone in the bar. His cousin probably needed more questions about Brita, but they were giving him space. Every shifter and hybrid in that place would have detected clearly why he’d chased the strange, bold female. But he didn’t give a damn.
A hybrid had to do what a hybrid had to do….especially when it came to his mate.
‘I’m no one’s mate.’ Brita’s words shot into his mind as he started up his truck then headed out. At the entrance to the lot he made sure he saw her headlights behind him before he pulled away. He hadn’t missed her vehicle pausing before the door as if she debated whether to follow or go into the place and try getting answers again. Heat spread along his gut when she lined up behind him.
~YH~
“So, this is your place?” She walked into the small house after Alek unlocked the door then stepped back and allowed her to enter first. The place was small, but still larger than her little apartment in Pigeon Forge. Here there was at least a painting of some lake with mountains behind it on the wall.
“For the time being. It belongs to my cousin Dean.” He cleared his throat. “He’s the one you were fighting with at the bar.” He tossed his keys on the table. “H
ow about something to eat. I’m starved.”
She knew a change of topic when she heard it. She’d come to this area for one reason and one reason only…for answers. For tonight she would put it on hold since it didn’t appear like she was getting answers. But tomorrow morning she wasn’t stopping until she got them.
“What do you have?” She left the living room and kept pace behind the man. She was still dressed in boots and the loaned shirt. Thankfully the shirt ended mid-thigh. Why she hadn’t thought about packing a few things for the trip, she didn’t know. Probably because she was only used to packing for missions. Besides, she’d seen this trip as a down and back in a few hours. Whatever information it brought, she may have to return, but she didn’t think it would be an overnighter, at all. Especially not with a sexy, all-out, specimen of a male. She took a seat at the small table in the kitchen while he went to the refrigerator. Taking in all things about him, she admired the wide span of his shoulders, his tapered waist and the tone of his thighs that stretched the jeans he wore low on his hips. His face had captivated her from across the bar when she entered. He’d been the first person she’d seen, immediately drawn to him, but she forced herself away from him. Maybe it was his chiseled jawline or the wide set of his mouth. She knew greater than those things it was his eyes—sunglow. Not amber or plain gold like most jaguars, his were strikingly different. Maybe it was because of his wolf blend. She didn’t know.
An ebony jaguar. He’d been a thing of beauty when she’d caught a few glimpses of him chasing her in the forest. As a man, he had to stand about six three. He towered over her medium height, but his strength didn’t scare her. Not because she’d fought bigger and more evil men than Alek, but somewhere inside her core she knew he would never hurt her, physically. It was in the way he looked at her, the way he touched her…did she dare think the way he had sex with her. Her gaze was pulled low to the soft strip of midnight curls revealed at the top of the jeans. She’d love to unfasten the button with her teeth and let out his thick shaft covered below.
There was a low growl.
Her gaze snapped up to his face. “Um, ‘xcuse me.” She swallowed, feeling extremely parched.
“Again. Would you like chicken noodle soup or a sandwich.” His eyes were blazing with desire, appeared molten gold.
She wasn’t sure how she’d missed him pulling all those items out.
“If you keep looking at me like I’m on the menu I’ll serve something else on this counter.” He leaned back against the cabinets with his weight balanced on the heels of his hands against the countertop. Beside him was a can of soup as well as fixings for a sandwich.
Tempting. “Sandwich please. The soup reminds me too much of MRE’s in the sandbox.”
“You military?” He put the soup away and started lining the layers of the sandwich across the counter.
She hadn’t meant to let the last part out. “Uh, yeah.” Agreeing to having served in the military was easier than the truth of her life. Watching the muscle play of his back as he worked, she tossed a question of her own to keep the conversation away from her. “You said this wasn’t your place so are you not from around here?”
He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Nope. I’m southwest. Closer to the Appalachians on the rural side of Toccoa.” He went back to building—cheese, double layers of two different kinds of meat, lettuce and tomatoes. “I don’t care for condiments but I’ll add some on yours.”
“No. I like my food straight up.” She thanked him when he walked to her carrying two saucers with their sandwiches sliced. The savory scent of roast beef and pastrami made her salivate. It was late and she hadn’t eaten a thing since breakfast.
He returned to the refrigerator to put everything up and grab two bottles of water before crossing the floor to the table again.
“Is it just you out there? You a loner?”
Shaking his head, he pulled out his chair and sat. “No. A little over twenty-six adults last count.”
“Oh.” She began to eat. Seeing this community with all the hybrid and shifters then hearing Alek talk about the group he lived around made her feel lonely, a feeling she was all too familiar with in her life. The shifters she’d worked around had all been from different packs and clans and a few of them were loners like her. However, their small team wasn’t a clan…not a family. She used the water to force the chunk of sandwich past the point it got caught in her throat. Once she could breathe again, she asked, “If there’s so many of you, why come here?”
He shrugged as he stared beyond her shoulder toward the wall. “Sometimes you need a little space.”
That was something she could understand.
“What about you? Anymore where you came from?” His strong, even white teeth ripped through the thick sandwich.
“I’m the only one.” Or so I’ve been told.
“Why are you looking for Niki?” He grabbed his water then unscrewed the top before chugging half of it down.
“Can we not talk about that? If I can’t do anything about it until tomorrow, then I’d rather not discuss it.”
“Fair enough.”
They completed the rest of their meal in silence, both of them lost in their own thoughts.
She rose first and cleaned up their plates then tossed their bottles into a recycle bin at the end of the counter. When she finished she felt a little restless, not sure what she should do next.
“Are you tired? Feel like a nap?” He came up behind her.
It didn’t shock her to feel his presence. In a strange way she was aware of him no matter where he was around her. She pivoted, facing him she stretched out her hand and placed it at the center of his chest. “I’d prefer to get some of what you promised me in the woods.”
It was true, she did want more time getting hot and nasty with him, but she needed a distraction. If she tried to close her eyes and sleep, she knew exactly what would be on her mind. Soon she’d find herself leaving this cozy house and trying to locate the one woman that could answer all the questions rolling around in her head.
“I think I can make good on my promise.” Taking a fistful of the shirt she wore pulled her to him and kissed her.
Oh, I enjoy this man’s kisses. Placing her hands on his shoulders she received his tongue further into her mouth. She suckled it then circled around it with her own. He must’ve enjoyed what she was doing because he slipped his hands around her waist then palmed her ass. He held her against him.
Enveloped by his scent she leaned into him. The spicy aroma of his arousal had a cinnamon spin to it and provoked her own desire. He hefted her hips higher and she drew her legs around his hips. They were moving, she didn’t know to where until she felt something cool and hard under her backside.
He leaned away from her and ended the kiss. “I’m ready for my dessert now.”
She gripped the edge of the table and stared at him. “Don’t you think it would be best to take this to the bedroom?”
“I’m not going another step without tasting what I want.” He flattened his hand to the center of her chest and guided her down to the table. Still holding her gaze he took hold of her thighs then pushed them out wide, wider.
There was nothing for her to do but lay there and wait for what was to come.
“What’s my name, sweetness?”
Hesitating only a moment, she responded, “Alek.”
“That’s right. I want me on your lips and you on mine.” He lowered himself to his knees before her open legs. He leaned in and placed light kisses up, down and around her sex. “Your pussy smells good enough to eat for hours.” With his thumbs, he parted her labia and grazed the tip of his tongue along her slit.
She bit into her bottom lip, restraining herself. Too afraid to move that it would cause him to stop.
Again he brushed gingerly up her slick sex until he arrived at her clit and flicked it right under the hood. She couldn’t hold back her squirming this time. It felt so good. As he began to circle the ultra-sensi
tive nub, teasing and igniting her passion with swipes along the side, she rotated her hips. She arched toward him begging for more.
He gave it to her. Alek drew her clit into his mouth, pulling and licking her in an insane rhythm until she couldn’t think or breathe, just feel. Two wide fingers pressed into her, pumping in a cadence that matched his oral performance and set her on fire. Then he purred, a full on mouth vibration that sent quakes from her clit through her core.
“Alek…Alek,” she moaned, pleaded and cried for him to cease…for him to continue. She didn’t know what she wanted. However, she was on the brink of totally losing control and it scared her, as it excited her.
When she fell off the cliff of ecstasy she felt truly free for the first time in her life. She was surrendering to someone else. As her body still quivered and bucked with pleasure, he rose above her and slammed the full length of his hard cock into her.
She screamed. Not from pain but pure satisfaction. This is what she needed. This hybrid. Another orgasm started to build.
“Look at me, Brita,” he growled in a low register that she heard in her core and responded.
Opening her eyes, she stared up into sunglow of jaguar and she felt the heat in her own eyes as everything faded around her but him. His lips were curled back revealing the elongation of his teeth, shining with his essence that would link them as mates. She knew what he wanted and it freaked her out that she wanted it too. But she couldn’t give him that permission. That knowledge broke something inside of her.
With all of her training and the levels of pain she’d experienced, she never felt that tell-tell burn in the back of her eyes signifying that tears were eminent. It was there now.
Lowering her lids, she pushed the emotion away and drew him down to her. She kissed him and gave everything over in it. All the things she wished she was free to say, free to do she put into that kiss. Gliding her tongue along his teeth, she drank in his essence and flicked the tips of his incisors. She tasted the metallic notes of blood in her mouth but allowed herself that small burn, satisfaction.