Caged Heat (Black Meadow Pack) (7 page)

Sophia sniffed delicately. “You’re sure? Maybe they missed someone.”

Sam shook her head. “No, I would know. Ginny wouldn’t have kept that kind of information from me. She was always very open about our family and the type of people we had as a part of it. She always said we had some rude excuses for adults, but never mentioned any shifters.”

Riel ate up the scene of Sam holding little Shane and smiling down at him. She nuzzled the little boy’s soft curls and sniffed. A smile curled her lips. Every possessive cell in his body roared. He wanted to take her to bed and fill her with his seed until she carried his own children. Heat traveled across the space between them. It ran down his body and made him desperate to have her.

Chapter Four

Sam was in love. Shane was the cutest little boy she’d ever encountered, and she’d encountered many a cute baby. Selena could be a duplicate for a little doll. Sam’s hormones were going crazy with both babies in sight. The famous biological clock she’d always heard of was making its presence known big time. It was avidly hammering the point that she was of an age where she could bear children. Hell, it was pretty much smacking her upside the head and telling her to get a move on. Her gaze strayed back to Sophia Blackburn. The Black Meadows Alpha’s mate. Shifter.

When she’d first seen her in Riel’s yard, a stab of jealousy had hit her. She almost ran over to the other woman to demand she state her business with Ry. Her heart flipped with emotions she had never gotten this early in any relationship, especially not after one day. It was unreal and completely insane. And yet it felt perfectly normal. But then she’d seen Riel holding the little girl, and she’d gotten all kinds of visions of him with their baby. The man gave her one amazing orgasm, and here she was ready to marry him and have his kids. It was a good thing he couldn’t look inside her head, or he’d be running a million miles in the other direction.

Smiling at the baby, she thought of how badly she’d been feeling the need for her own family. She glanced up at Riel, and her heart constricted. He was smiling at her with so much warmth, she wanted tear off his clothes then and there and beg him to make her his. Sophia’s voice broke through her vision.

“I should get going before Chase starts calling me and asking if I’m feeling fine.” Sophia jiggled Selena from Riel then turned to Sam. “Would you mind just walking him to the car with me? I hate to move them when they’re asleep just to go from hand to hand.”

“Of course.” Sam followed behind Sophia and Riel into the front yard. She laid the sleeping boy in his car seat. Too tempted to hold back she gave him a kiss on the forehead. Then she ran a finger down his chunky cheek. Her heart melted when the baby cooed in his sleep.

She stepped back and found Riel and Sophia staring at her. Sophia had that motherly pride look, the one that said she knew her children were beautiful and wanted the world to see them. Meanwhile Riel’s was so possessive, warmth settled on Sam’s cheeks, and fire coursed through her blood.

Once Sophia was gone, she and Riel walked back into his house. They stopped at the kitchen, and he offered her a drink.

He rummaged through the fridge. She stood there, drinking in the vision of his muscular body, flexing with every move he made, taunting her to touch him. He was so hot. Electric currents darted down her veins and settled in her pussy. She opened her mouth to take a much-needed breath, but a soft moan escaped. She gulped, widening her eyes.

Riel slammed the fridge shut and spun toward her in light speed. His nose flared, and he inhaled deep. His eyes turned a molten gold again. She now knew it meant he was aroused. Moisture gathered between her thighs and dripped to her panties.

“Sam.” The gravelly rumble made her nipples ache.

She took a shallow breath. Her gaze roamed his face, down his body, and then slowly back up to his flared nostrils. He stepped closer, and she whimpered. Oh lord. What the hell was wrong with her? Every hormone in her system begged for him. Wanted him. Needed him.

“Riel, I…”

Her throat went dry. He stalked toward her, watching her with enough possession to make the hairs on her arms stand on end. He focused on her mouth. She swiped her tongue over her dry lips, and his eyes darkened, the specks of amber turning brighter by the second.

He stopped in front of her, wrapped his hands around her waist, and hauled her into him. She sniffed at his neck and flicked her tongue over his throat. The burst of untamable flavor made her moan. He tasted of wilderness, raw animal lust, and of some elusive musky flavor that made her pussy throb. Her panties soaked with her wet heat. She’d never been so ready to drop all her inhibitions for a man before. She lifted her face to his, and their mouths met in a frantic mating. He didn’t as much kiss as he possessed. He conquered her with his tongue, rubbing the inside of her mouth with enough passion she thought she’d burst into flames.

The world shifted, and she was scooped up into his arms. As he walked up the stairs with her in his arms, she ran her hands into his short brown hair. She kissed his throat, licking at the pulse beating erratically under her tongue. She grazed her blunt teeth over his neck and nipped at the warm flesh. He groaned and dropped her on the bed.

“Tell me now if you don’t want this.” He gave her a heated look.

She got on her knees on the bed. Lust shot through her. He clenched his jaw. Gripping the sides of her tank top, she lifted it above her head and flung it at him after she took it off. His gaze darted to her satin-covered breasts. She moved a hand to the hook on her back and unclasped her bra, all the while watching his eyes sparkle like liquid gold. He was seeking her consent even when he was clearly having a hard time holding himself back from pouncing on her. The thought of him fucking her wildly made her pussy flutter again. She licked her lips and moved her hands to her shorts.

“Stop.” The growl was almost unintelligible.

She knew what he needed. “Please, Riel.”

“Tell me.” His voice made the fire in her blood blaze.

“I want you, Ry. Now. Right now.” Flames licked at her skin.

“You’re sure?”

What happened to the man offering her all kinds of orgasms just that morning? “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you right now.”

She panted while he ripped off his clothes in hurried movements. The sound of tearing cloth enhanced her arousal, thickening her blood in her veins. There was her wild man.

He marched to the bed, his powerful legs flexing with each step. His cock stood proud, pointing up to his belly button. Oxygen levels depleted in her lungs the longer she stared at his thick shaft. Pre-cum oozed from his slit, sliding down the sides of his long length. Passion overran every other thought in her brain. She needed him. Their lips met in a desperate kiss, and she whimpered in joy. She splayed her hands over the warm, muscled flesh of his chest. Her pussy throbbed and begged to come.

He cupped her breasts and squeezed the aching mounds. Rolling the twin tips between his fingers, he brought her to the edge of sanity. He nibbled her neck, her lips, and traveled down until he latched on to a nipple.

Her breath caught, and she saw stars. He slid his hands down her body, to her shorts, and shoved them down her legs, while flicking his tongue over one swollen nipple. She moaned. Every touch was a silken caress on her heated skin. He detached from her nipple and pushed her to lie back on the pillows on the bed. The shorts came off, along with her panties.

He sat on his heels, his gaze dark, piercing, and possessive. Her breath reeled. She lay there, completely naked and spread-eagle, uncaring how she looked. Desire and arousal shut down any wariness within her. Only thoughts of him filling her until the ache inside her womb ceased swarmed her. She breathed shallow gulps of air, fighting to clear the haze of lust overpowering her mind. Small flames kissed every place his gaze touched on her body.

“So beautiful. I’m going to eat you up, until all your honey drips on my tongue. Then I’m going to make you come—and you will come—on my mouth.” He promised in a husky voice.

She bunched the comforter in her fists. He kissed her foot. Harsh moans struggled past her lips as arousal skyrocketed inside her. He licked, kissed, and nibbled up her foot, to her knee, up her thigh, until he stopped a hair’s breadth from her pussy. She moaned. Each of his caresses felt like a flutter of warmth over her skin.

He lowered onto his belly and flashed golden eyes at her. Arousal had tightened his features into rigid lines and severe angles. Goodness, the man was even sexier with that wild, about-to-lose-control look. He pushed her legs apart, making room for his large, bulky shoulders, and wrapped his arms around her thighs. His hot breath stroked her heated folds. She almost came off the bed when he buried his nose into her sex.

“Mine.” He growled into her pussy lips. The vibration was enough to send shards of pleasure up her spine.

“Oh god.” She moaned and rocked her hips over his lips.

He licked a slow trail around her entrance and up her clit. Each swipe ratcheted up the burning fire inside her blood. He licked at her cream as if it were the tastiest dessert in the world. She zeroed in on his dark head while he imparted pleasure between her thighs. Whimpers and moans worked up her throat. Breathless, she threw her head back when a spiraling tension gathered inside her. She writhed and groaned. He slipped his tongue into her slick channel and fucked her with quick, merciless swipes.

“Ry… Yes, yes, yes!” She gripped the comforter tight, until she held the fabric in a white-knuckle grip.

Need wound into a tight ball inside her. He growled. She knew she’d fall off the edge at any moment. He sucked on her swollen clit, hard. She screamed. Pleasure blasted through her in a tidal wave of shudders. She gasped, trying to catch her breath. He slid his hot body up hers, stopping when the head of his cock kissed her swollen sex.

“I need you.”

She twined her hands into his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. They kissed, almost devouring each other with the depth of their lust. She curled her legs around his muscled ass and whimpered. The hard length of his shaft lay between her legs, slipping and sliding over her wet pussy lips. She wanted his hard cock inside.

He pulled his hips back and slid his length into her completely. Her pussy fluttered, grasping at his driving shaft. She moaned at the delicious friction.

“Oh my god.”

“You’re so tight. God you feel good, but just hold on a second,” he said through gritted teeth.

Something wild and untamed inside her took hold. She dug her nails into his shoulders and wiggled her hips under him. She kissed his neck, grazing her teeth over his pounding pulse, and bit his shoulder. He tasted so good. She hauled him further into her pussy by linking her feet together behind his back.

She continued to bite him, and he groaned. “I—I can’t hold on…”

“Then don’t. Just…fuck me…already.”

He slammed into her in repeatedly. She whimpered with every drive of his cock into her. Over and over, he thrust and pulled back. She panted and held on for the ride. He groaned, and she moaned with every slap of skin on skin.

“Yes. Just like that. Hard, fast. I love it.” Pleasure blasted through her and traveled through her blood in a fiery rush.

His moves became wilder, his thrusts harsher, faster. With every slide of his cock into her, she saw stars.

“Jesus…” His voice sounded strained.

She lifted off the pillows onto her elbows. She swiped her tongue over his shoulder and licked the salty flesh. His taste calmed a hunger she never knew existed inside her. She inhaled deep, taking in the man, the animal, the instinct to be his. She dropped back onto the pillows. He slipped a hand between their slick bodies and rubbed a finger on her clit.

A swell of intense pleasure rocked her, and air froze in her lungs. She choked out his name as her body shook under him. Her pussy gripped his driving cock. He slowed his thrusts and tensed above her. He dropped his head into her shoulder, growled, and licked at her galloping pulse. His cock jerked inside her, spreading warmth into her and filling her womb with his seed.

She took short gulps of air and tried to get her brain to function, but all her nerve endings were still humming in happiness over what just happened. He landed on the bed beside her and quickly moved her to lie in his arms next to him. Exhaustion she’d been feeling since waking up claimed her. She shut her eyes and couldn’t stop the grin splitting her lips. He’d made her body turn to jelly.

* * *

Sam woke up starving. It had to be pretty late in the day for her to get those types of hunger pangs. Outside the window, the sun was disappearing into the horizon. Eyeing one of Riel’s T-shirts, she threw it on for modesty. The shirt landed mid-thigh and was long enough to cover her girly bits. Who knew if he had company below?

Her hair had fallen out of the ponytail she’d had earlier. She pulled the heavy curls into a knot on top of her head. The urge to see Ry and be near him pushed her to move faster.

Quietly making her way down the stairs, she noticed the large bay windows facing the street. Didn’t the man believe in curtains? Whoever went by would know what was going on inside the house. He stood by the stove wearing only a pair of boxers. He removed vegetables from a wok and placed them on two plates next to two large steaks. Yum. He must have psychic powers because a steak sounded like exactly what she needed. What she wanted, well that was another story.

His gaze jerked toward her. Heat bloomed on her cheeks. Screw it. It didn’t matter that they’d had some amazing sex earlier. She wanted him again. Her body burned for him, and holding back was a struggle, but she managed, if barely. He eyed the T-shirt with so much lust her temperature zoomed to scorching. Her nipples pebbled, and moisture dripped from her slit.

He sniffed and groaned. “Fuck, Sam. You smell delicious. My appetite has shifted to wanting a taste of some honey.”