Caught in Heat [Half-breed Shifter Series Book 1] (5 page)

Her pussy swelled and contracted. He grew hard. They both groaned and began to fuck. He flipped her onto her back and covered her with his large body. They hadn’t tried it in the old-fashioned missionary position since their first round nearly twelve hours earlier. But she realized he could move more freely and control her better this way.

Just as she was about to come, he held off, stroking a different spot and driving her insane. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, yanking herself up against him, trying to force him to return to his previous position. But he evaded her G-spot with a wicked finesse.

He laughed, a mischievous sparkle dancing in his blue eyes. After being inside her for so long, he knew exactly where to stroke, how hard to hit it, and how fast to move.

“Think you’re a smart aleck, huh?” she muttered, twisting her body to open her legs and clench her inner muscles.

He went cross-eyed. “Damn, woman. How do you—?”

“I’ve learned just as much about how to please you as you’ve learned about how to please me.”

She tightened around him again.

He came, cursing and groaning. She laughed as his orgasm consumed her.

Her joy seemed to bring a new pheromone into the game. The laughter mixed with the orgasm melded and formed a fresh sensation, something so deep and delicious he snapped his surprised blue eyes to hers. Their gazes locked and fed the ride. Together they gasped and held each other tight while the ripples of pleasure flooded out of their pores.

When he collapsed on top of her, he mumbled into her hair, “I should really pull out of you before we fuck ourselves to death. This can’t be healthy.”

In answer, she wrapped her legs snuggly around his hips, holding him tighter.

He chuckled and patted her hip. “How the hell are we supposed to walk fifty yards to my compound hooked up like this?”

She opened her eyes. “Fifty yards?” Pushing against his chest so she could sit up, she glared. “Is there a bed in this compound?”

He grinned and nodded.

She slugged him on the shoulder. “You’re telling me I’ve just spent half a day on this hard ground, accumulating God-knows-how many bug bites in places I don’t even want to talk about and there’s been a bed fifty-fucking-yards away the
entire
time?”

He grinned and pulsed inside her, growing and stretching her sensitive passage. She should be sore. Hell, she should be pissed he’d kept her out here, but she arched against him, wanting more.

As he pulled almost all the way out only to push back in, she moved with him. “How…how did you do that? That wasn’t me sparking it this time.”

“No idea,” he answered before kissing her.

She kissed him back, humming as his taste filled her senses. When he moved down to kiss her throat and then her nipples, she braced her legs further apart to receive him more freely. “This is getting ridiculous,” she groaned, hooking a leg around his hips to hold him in place when he bumped the base of his cock against her clit and rubbed back and forth. “Oh, God. Oh, God. After the next orgasm, we’re pulling apart and
making
it to that compound.”

“’Kay,” he said before letting out a long groan. “Next time.” Typical male, he probably would’ve agreed to anything just then.

But he must’ve been paying better attention than she thought because suddenly he slowed his pace. Playing with her nipples, he sucked and tugged and nipped at them, making her gasp and squirm, wanting him to push harder and deeper inside her. He refused; his teasing only beginning.

Next, he kissed his way up her neck, nibbling on her throat. His cock came almost all the way out; Riley’s pussy lips hugged him desperately, but he never left her. Instead, he held the tip of his penis in her opening, driving her mad as he kissed her, slipping his tongue in and out of her mouth like he should’ve been doing with his dick to her vagina.

She tried to arch up and force deeper penetration, but he caught hold of her hip with a steady, strong grip and mastered her, beginning to slide his cock deeper, but pulling back out to the tip just when she thought he’d plunge the entire way to her core.

“And I thought you not fucking me would drive me insane,” she gasped as she struggled to unite them fully.

He chuckled, his new beard tickling her nipples as he nuzzled his face against her breasts. “Next time, after we’ve pulled apart, I’m going down on you before I put my cock in you. I’m going to lick and suck until you come in my mouth and coat my tongue with your flavor.”

Riley sobbed and rolled her hips, wanting him to carry out his threat now, wanting him deeper inside her, wanting—

“Then I’m going to use my fingers and fill all your holes as I lick you again and again until you—”

She came. Thrashing her head back and forth because he still refused to push all the way home, her orgasm was frustrated and lasted only two minutes.

“Wait, that wasn’t right,” she muttered, blinking back her confusion. “You were supposed to come when I did.”

He arched one eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“Yes, really,” she ground out. “My orgasm was supposed to spark yours.”

“Hmm,” he answered, not traumatized by his supposedly faulty dick. “I guess we’ll just have to try again. So, go ahead, Riley. Come for me again.”

She frowned at his ridiculous command. “I can’t just—”

He pushed all the way inside her, and Riley came again.

This time he joined her, shouting out his release as his hips pumped. He drove his penis in and out of her as his seed filled her.

Chapter Four

“Here we are.”

Riley lifted her head from the human’s shoulder as he set her gingerly on the ground and propped her against a tree. She’d neglected to tell him her ankle hadn’t hurt since the moment they’d started fucking because she liked him carrying her, liked being snuggled close and pampered for a bit. She liked smelling him, too.

God, he smelled good.

Her cunt contracted as if it could smell his heady pheromones as well.

She still wanted sex. He’d pulled out of her less than five minutes ago, and the itch was already crawling up the insides of her legs. But she also wanted a bed, shower and food. Therefore, she tried to ignore the fevered pitch inside her squirming for more release, because she knew good and well the next time his penis slid between the folds of her vagina it wouldn’t be leaving for a good, long while.

Attempting to be casual about having to cross her legs and rub the insides of her thighs against her pussy, she glanced around for this compound he’d boasted of. Following his gaze, she arched her brows at the tree he was studying.

“What?
This
is it?”

He nodded, crinkling his brow in concentration as he examined the grain of the bark as if looking for something.

She pointed at the trunk. “
This
is your glorious compound that supposedly contains a bed? Honey, this is a tree.”

He glanced at her, his lips jerking with amusement. “Trust me, will you?”

She propped a hand onto her nude hip. “You meant a real bed, right? Not some nest made of sticks and acorns?”

Rolling his eyes, he peeled off a piece of bark before she realized it was actually a lever crafted to look like the side of the trunk. He cranked the lever and an opening popped out, revealing a dome-shaped hatch on the ground inside the nook of the tree.

Riley’s mouth dropped open as she peered inside. “Well, that’s just neat.”

The man shook his head and rolled his eyes, an amused smile tightening his mouth. “Hold this a sec while I open the hatch.” He handed the spotlight over to her. In the light of day, they hadn’t needed it, but she flipped it on, and tried to shine it into the hole so he could see what he was doing. He repositioned the shotgun hanging from his shoulder and then crouched to shimmy his wide shoulders through the tight opening. As he bent to open the hatch, Riley ogled the back of his jeans stretched tight over a prime grade ass. She remembered wrapping her fingers around each cheek, holding him as deep inside her as he could go. The taut gluteus muscles under her palms had tightened when he came.

Her mouth watered. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on that hunky skin again.

“Could you shine the light a little more over here?” he directed, totally clueless that she was eye-fucking the shit out of him.

Licking her lips, she raised the light. He grunted as he strained to open the manhole, and she almost moaned aloud. One hand held the spotlight as the other snuck down between her legs. Fingers seeking slick heat, she massaged her clit and rolled her hips against her hand.

The sound of metal grating against metal made her nipples tweak.

“Okay,” he said, crawling backward on hands and knees out of the hollow tree.

She yanked her hand from her pussy and offered him an innocent smile as he wiped his palms off on the delicious backside of his jeans. Then he swept out his palm. “Ladies’ first.”

She veered her attention back to the hole. Illuminating it with the spotlight, she could make out the beginnings of a ladder going straight down inside the hole.

Riley took a step back. “Oh, hell no. I’m not going down there first.”

He sent her a dry look. “I need to go after you so I can close the openings off.”

“I’ll close them,” she offered. When his brows arched skeptically, she frowned. “I’m a lot stronger than I look.” It took an effort not to spout off facts about the abilities of her animal; she still didn’t want him reminded any more than necessary that she wasn’t quite human.

He sighed, giving in. “Fine. Give me the light.”

Handing it over, she stood back as he clutched the strobe with one hand and crawled back into the tree. Riley watched, learning how she’d need to twist and move to be able to fit into the earth. He began to descend and again, her brows arched. Impressed by his flexibility, she remained outside until only his head showed from the hole.

Pausing, he glanced up at her. “Well? Are you coming?”

His impatient tone made her want to snap back at him to hold his horses. He might have done this a million times, but it was a first for her. Besides, cats were not fond of entering tight spaces.

“Right behind you,” she gritted out, deciding to back into the tree instead of going headfirst. He snorted at her tactics, but she ignored him. She yanked the outer panel shut and darkness filled the tiny enclosure. Only the thin beam of light below lighted her way.

She wished she could change into her animal. She was an expert tree climber and could descend the ladder with no problem on all four legs. As a human, it didn’t seem so simple.

Holding her breath, she stepped down. Her toes curled around the first rung as she started her descent. Even with the hefty safety cage wrapped around the rungs, the ladder did not inspire a very secure trip. The entire frame swayed with each step the two of them made.

“Are you sure this is the only way in?” she asked after she managed to close the hatch.

He paused and glanced up, shining the flashlight on her. “You afraid of heights?”

Lifting her hand to shade her eyes from the light, she glanced down. “Hell, no. I love heights. The Empire State Building rocks. I’m just afraid of falling.” And tight, freaking, spaces.

“I won’t let you fall.”

His husky confidence caused her scalp to tingle. But, seriously? Who knew a shifter hunter could say such sweet, disarming things? Her thighs prickled. The lips of her pussy beaded with moisture and her nipples went hard.

As soon as they hit the compound, she was so going to jump his bones. Damn. Maybe she couldn’t even wait that long. It was taking forever to climb down this stupid ladder.

Speaking of which, she glanced under her to find him staring up with his spotlight directed on her so she couldn’t see his face.

Forehead crinkling, she said, “What’s the hold up?”

Instead of lowering himself down a step, he lifted up. “Don’t move.” His voice was husky and full of quiet warning.

She froze, afraid to even breathe. “Oh, God,” she whimpered. “Is it a spider?” If she had a spider on her, she was going to flip out, and this really wasn’t an ideal place to panic. “It’s a spider, isn’t it?”

“No,” he murmured.

Shoulders slumping, she glanced down and tried to see the expression his face. “Then what—?”

Crawling up through her legs, his hair brushed the insides of her thighs just before his tongue lapped the humidity off her cunt. Surprised, she cried out, arching her back until an erect nipple brushed the cold surface of a ladder rung.

“Your fever’s starting back up,” he rasped, clasping one of her thighs to position her legs wider apart. “I can see how swollen and red you are. You need me.”

He licked her again, batting his tongue against her clit.

“Yes,” she sobbed, grinding against his face as he stabbed his tongue into her. “Oh, please, yes. I need you so bad.”