“Dyin’ to taste you,” he said, his voice a low rumble of sound.
Do it. Do it.
She wanted to scream the words but she couldn’t. Anticipation made her ache and then he lowered his mouth to her cunt and sent his tongue over the seam, dragging the moisture over his tongue in a steady motion. Her hands curled through his hair, holding on for all she was worth. His breath was hot, heavy on her flesh when he parted her labia with his fingers, taking his touch deeper. Lush sensation made her go still until she could no longer stand it. Moving against his devouring mouth, she writhed, absorbing the pleasure into her pores. Gabe slid two fingers deep, fucking her that way as he sucked the swollen knot of her clit. Consumed by the intimacy, the thrill of his mouth on her, Kat felt his energy push deep adding to the agony of lust and the need for release. Vaginal walls clasped his fingers with each steady thrust into her body. Everything inside her tightened, reaching, reaching for the promise of pleasure. Tighter, tighter, the coil wound until she practically shook with need. A sharp ecstasy, so profound it rattled her bones burst into a million tiny sparks. Kat cried out as an orgasm raced like fire through her body, blasting over her flesh until she thought she’d burn.
Gabe gentled her with his mouth only to bring her up again, pushing her to the edge of sanity and the suddenly he was over her, this giant of a man. His eyes burned into hers, his need, his emotions fairly overwhelming. She felt the broad head of his cock drag over the sensitive, needy flesh of her pussy until it settled at her opening.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Staring steadily into her eyes, Gabe pushed inside a tiny increment but it wasn’t enough. Not now. Kat needed him deep. She looped her legs over his in an effort to bring him closer. When he pushed hard and heavy into her, she sucked in a breath. He was so big, so thick, filling her up ratcheting her lust up another dangerous notch. Gabe went still.
“Gods, you feel perfect. So tight. Wet. I’ve waited so long for this and damn it, my patience is at an end. I’m going to fuck you hard, darlin’. Hold on tight.”
Gabe drew back and thrust again, harder. Kat dug her fingers into his sides as he started to move, dragging his cock over pulsing, sensitized nerve endings. In. Out. Slowly and then much faster. Energy, which she knew was just a sample of his power, whirled through her body at a maddening pace as he fucked her. Each downstroke brushed her throbbing clit as Kat writhed against him.
It was good. So good.
Gabe was propped on his elbows above her but then he reached down with one hand and gripped her ass to haul her closer. That tiny movement was all she needed to fly apart again. Her cry, wild and raw, ripped the air as she rode his cock through the storm of lust that gripped her.
“Gods!” Gabe gritted the word, going still for an instant before increasing his speed, thrusting, pounding, fucking her into oblivion. Kat opened her eyes, watched his narrow dangerously. The expression on his face was so savage, it set off another strong orgasm. Gabe gritted his teeth, letting go and she felt his semen blast deep as she spasmed around his hungry cock.
He was a damn heavy man and she was so delicate, he didn’t want to crush her. Rolling to his side, bringing her with him, Gabe kept them connected, his cock still lodged deep inside her, pulsing in the aftermath of the best sex he’d had in his long, long life. If this was just a sample of what sex with a mate was like, he wondered how much more powerful it would be when they finally consummated in the tradition of their race.
Gabe sent a gentle hand over her wildly curling hair, brushing it back from her face. “Are you all right?”
Her sleepy smile warmed him, touching him deeply with its intimacy. “Yeah. Now I’m even angrier at Dee for keeping us apart this way. I’ve been missing out.”
He smiled. “Let’s not be too hard on her. She was just looking out for you and meant no harm. I should have followed my instincts here. Nothing bad happened. The walls didn’t cave in and the windows are all intact.”
“Amazing.” She buried her nose against his chest and Gabe heard her drag a deep breath into her lungs. He tightened his hold on her and drew her closer, loving the feel of her nestled up nice and tight. Finally she looked up at him. “I did what you asked and focused on you. It worked.”
“Thought it might. Now I want to try something. Let’s sit up for a minute.” She eyed him quizzically but together they sat up. Reaching out, he flipped on the lamp on the bedside table and pointed to the small mess on the floor. “See that? I think that flew off the dresser. Let’s see what you can do with this. Concentrate and see if you can move the broken glass.”
What he’d thought was a bottle was in actuality a small vase. It lay on the floor broken into several large pieces. Kat sat on the edge of the bed and Gabe moved behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and leaned close to her ear. “Concentrate on those pieces of glass. I’ve got you. Focus now and visualize those bits of glass lifting from the floor.”
Gabe didn’t know shit about her powers. Not really. He was in virgin territory but his instincts had never failed him. He knew she needed some confidence and he was bound and determined she’d get it. Hopefully, if she leaned on him with this stuff, they’d be able to figure it out. Gabe sent a little push of power into his mate and he felt her own energy sizzle in response. Her emotions, normally so easy to feel, were calm. He could feel her concentration and within a few minutes the pieces of broken glass lifted from the floor.
“Yeah. Good,” he whispered. “Hold them there.”
“Yes.”
“Concentrate now. Visualize them moving to the top of the dresser.”
Remaining utterly still, Kat frowned and they crashed to the floor. Gabe felt her frustration and quickly soothed her again. “That’s okay, darlin’. Try again. Easy now.”
Again the pieces lifted and held. The force of her concentration transferred itself from her to him and in a bit the glass moved ever so slowly toward the top of the dresser. Once they were positioned there, holding steady, Kat made a little sound of surprise and turned to him. With a little whoop, she launched herself into his arms as the glass tinkled along the wooden dresser top. “I did it! Oh Gabe!”
Her joy, unmistakable and wonderful to see, swept through him as he held her in his arms and together they lay back on the bed. Reaching over he turned off the lamp and tugged the covers over them both. “You hate not having control, don’t you?” he asked.
“It’s awful. I don’t think there has ever been a moment in my life where I’ve had control of anything. It’s scary.”
“Imagine it is. We’re going to work on this together, okay?”
As naturally as if she’d always done it, she turned more fully toward him and looped one leg atop his until their legs were entwined. Her scent, the sexual pull of her drew him, but she needed to talk. He felt it.
“Gabe I want to figure out how to use my powers. Maybe then Sara will stop worrying about me.”
He laughed a little, pressing his lips to her hair. “From what I know of her I can’t see that happening. She’s watched over you most of your life and old habits die hard. Doubt she can help herself. You’re her sister and she loves you.”
“She was always protecting me. She and Mama both. Anton, my father, was born with something wrong in his head, I think. A screw loose. He was mean, bad to the bone and lazy. It was a stroke of luck for him when he found Mom and realized they were meant to be mated. She comes from a long line of eastern European lycans, many of whom are gifted with supernatural powers.”
Gabe knew much of this but let her talk it out, sensing she needed it. “Mom didn’t have special powers but Anton knew that his daughters might. He watched us constantly for signs. When I was just little, a baby really, I began to do little things when I was upset and it scared Mom and Sara to death. They’d calm me, tell me to be quiet and still. I think they must have known that getting me upset wasn’t such a good thing to do since I had no control over anything I might do.
“She is one tough female, your sister. She runs faster for longer and packs a wallop to boot.”
Kat laughed and playfully punched him in the arm. “Good thing she likes you, huh cowboy?”
Gabe grinned, loving her happy, carefree side. “I’d better watch out or she’ll be after my job.”
“Nah, I think she’s happy enough to see you as sheriff.” Her smile faded a bit. “I’m glad she found Cactus and that he’s a mate who isn’t intimidated by her strength. He’s a good man.”
“The best. Honey, a man isn’t a man at all if he isn’t proud of his mate. If he doesn’t support her.”
“I wish Anton had been different. We might have all been happy instead of living in such misery. Mom might still be with us.” Kat went still. “It’s my fault she died, you know.”
Stunned by her words, he frowned. “What the hell! Why would you say such a thing?”
Kat shook her head and it was impossible for Gabe to miss the desolation in her eyes. “It’s true,” she said, quietly. “I lost control of my temper. Maybe it had always been there just hovering beneath the surface but he hit Sara. He just doubled up his fist and smacked her. Mom, as she’d always done, jumped between them trying to redirect his anger from Sara to herself.” She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, then released it. A shiver swept her and Gabe pulled her close. “I just snapped I guess. My temper went crazy and things started flying everywhere. Mom and Sara started yelling at me to calm down but it was too late. Anton had his first glimpse of what I could do.” Kat went very quiet and Gabe felt her sorrow and guilt as if it were his own. “He went to the gun rack over the fireplace mantel, took down the rifle and shot Mom. She died instantly. I think you know the rest.”
Gabe knew they’d been taken at gunpoint by their father who planned to sell his daughters to the secretive Hellfire Club. Little was known about the group except they were criminals bent on kidnapping and forcibly mating with gifted female lycans. This quest for power was just making its presence known among their kind and plans were, even now, in play to bring them down. Through a strange series of events, the Petrova sisters been found and brought to Cloverfield and the Wolf Creek Ranch.
“It’s all over now,” he said, his voice rough from emotion. “You aren’t to blame for your mom’s death, darlin’. I think deep in your heart you know that, too. She just had the misfortune to get in a crazy man’s way. Life is strange that way and we all have our road to walk. Your path led you to me and believe me, love, I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. You have my promise.”
Chapter Four
“Concentrate, Katalin. Move the cup.” Kat sat snuggled on the couch, cocooned by the warmth of her mate, as she followed his instructions. Earlier Gabe had placed a number of small objects on the coffee table and after breakfast, he’d said they would begin her lessons. “Listen to the sound of my voice and remain calm.”
She felt the slight push of his energy into her body. Focusing on the pottery mug she felt that swell of power move through her to reach out toward the object. The cup moved several inches.
“More.”
She focused again, the thrust of power growing stronger, until the cup continued its path to the edge of the table. “Stop,” she whispered. “Stop.” The cup continued until it toppled harmlessly to the floor.
“That’s okay. Try again. This time pick the cup from the floor and settle it back onto the table.” His arm tightened around her. Katalin absorbed his strength into her pores and taking a deep breath lifted the mug and reset it on the table. Joy bloomed up as she turned to Gabe.
“I did it.”
Gabe pressed his lips to hers quickly, returning her smile. “I knew you could. I’m beginning to think you simply need to practice remaining calm. It’s when your emotions are unsettled that things go a little nuts.”
Kat rolled her eyes. “Mild term for what I do when I’m in a snit.”
“Remind me to never piss you off.”
Mirth bubbled up and feeling free and easy with this man who was still such a stranger to her, she rolled against him until she straddled his lap. “I’m tired now. No more working, okay?” She settled against him loving the way his arms wrapped around her. “I want to know more about you, Gabriel. Talk to me.”
“Not much of a talker,” he said. “For you, I’ll try.”
“I wish you would.”
“What do you want to know?”
She peeked up at him, noting the slight twitching of his lips. “Where do you live? I figure you have a house somewhere around here? I know you don’t live in your truck despite the fact you’ve been sleeping there so much.”
Gabriel drew his hands over her back settling them at the base of her spine. A sexual shiver rolled over her but her curiosity about him outweighed everything at the moment. Sunlight streaked through the brand-spanking-new windows and she realized he was just as delicious in the harsh light of day as he was when shadows kissed his skin. “I have a house at the edge of Wolf Creek Ranch,” he said, a touch of pride in his voice. “Built it myself many years ago. These days it would be considered a Historical Home by the State of Texas but I laid every stone and poured the foundation with my own two hands. I think you’d like it.”
“I’m sure I would. Maybe I’ll see it soon?”
“You don’t have to wait for an invitation, darlin’. The way I see it, it’s our place now, which leads me to something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”
She knew what was coming. She might be rather introverted out of necessity but living alone was disconcerting to her. “You want me to see your place?”
“More than that. I don’t like the idea of your being out her alone, sweetheart. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ll stay here with you forever if you want me to but, hell, I don’t know how to say this.”
“I never figured you for an indecisive man.”
“And I never figured you to be so downright sassy.” Gabe grinned and smacked her butt playfully. “I’m a big man, darlin’ and this place is pretty damn small.” The hand he’d settled on her ass began to caress and tease. His cock hardened against her pussy, and suddenly the layers of denim and cotton separating them was too much entirely. “And that bathtub. It’s tiny. Do you have any idea what a lycan like me could do to a woman like you in a nice, big tub?”
Kat leaned forward, the action rubbing her rapidly dampening pussy against his thickness. Playfully she nipped his chin. “Is that right? I’d sure like to hear all about it, lawman. Are you telling me you think I need a bath or something?”
He laughed. “I don’t think both of us would fit in that little bitty tub of yours.” Gabe looked down at her, humor vanished as quickly as it came. He dragged the edge of his thumb over her jawline. “Move in with me, Katalin. I’m not saying we’ll ‘consummate’ yet and I don’t want to rush you but I want you with me. Every night.”
“This isn’t just about helping me with my gift, is it?”
“How can you even ask it after last night?” Gabe bent his head and kissed her, taking the tasting deep. Desire raced through him and Kat felt it as if it were her own. A responding need caught her up and she knew Gabe felt when it happened. He groaned as if ravenous, his tongue sweeping her mouth, drinking her down as his hands flexed over the globes of her ass. “Come home with me,” he whispered roughly against her lips. “Pack up your bags. Do it.”
“Why don’t you convince me? Convince me now.”
When had this bold woman been born? Had she been hiding out just waiting for the moment this particular man came into her life? Yes. Yes. Yes. Feeling her power, Kat sent her fingers into his hair, cupped his head and held h
im close knowing she’d never get enough of him. His cock pressed against her pussy and as the aching need for him rolled through her body, heady and hot, she rocked against that staggering hardness, delighted when he growled low in his throat. Rubbing against him as pleasure jetted in little pulses through her cunt, she broke the kiss and buried her lips against his strong throat. “Gabe,” she whispered.
“Stand up, sweetheart.”
Shakily, she pulled away and stood between his spread thighs. He caught her gaze, his expression hard, as he reached for the zipper of her shorts and pulled them down her legs along with her silky panties. There was no need to deal with shoes since she was barefoot. Kat kicked the shorts away and saw his eyes focus on her pussy. “You’re already wet and ready for me. I see your pussy glistening.” As if to prove the point, he dragged one finger over her slit, gathering the wetness. Kat looked down and watched him spread her labia, a study of concentration. He flicked the tender knot of her clit then leaned in to swipe at it with his tongue. Her eyes drifted shut at the feel of his tongue, his hot breath on her tender flesh. Her clit was swollen and she sucked in a ragged breath when he pulled it into his mouth to suck. Kat had never experienced that well-fucked feeling before. Sex had been seriously on the agenda last night and it seemed that every time Gabe looked at her, her body creamed, demanding more from him. Leaning closer, he ate at her pleasure-drenched pussy, licking the flesh, sucking it firmly into his mouth. Lust spiked sharp and hard inside her and then his mouth was gone, leaving her bereft, empty.
“Gabe?”
“Hang on.”
She looked down to see him unzip his jeans. Lifting his hips, he pushed the jeans down and kicked them aside. His cock was thick and dark with color rising up from his groin and Kat wasn’t a fool, she knew what he wanted. Gabe leaned back then reached for her.
“Come here.”
Kat straddled him, a knee on either side of his hips. His nostrils flared as he reached for her. “Ride me.”
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