Lexia (The Deadwood Hunter Series) (20 page)

Lexia had never before felt this much pleasure, her whole body tingled, the deep core of her wet with need. He kissed her with such greed, as if she were the most exquisite thing he’s ever tasted. She moaned, opening her mouth to him. Letting him take as much time as he pleased, she wrapped her arms around him lacing her fingers into his soft hair. She’d given up deciding whether this was all just a game, he was the most dangerous of temptations and she didn’t care.

Too soon he pulled away, a soft whimper leaving her mouth. Lexia locked her hands around his head pulling him back for more. He stared at her with those cat-gold eyes before dipping his head back for more.

He kissed her with hunger, his tongue invading her mouth, tangling with hers. One hand caressed her nape, branding her, and the other lazily trailed her body. Cupping her breast, he gave a squeeze. She moaned into his mouth, digging her nails into his back, making him purr.

 He rocked against her heated core making Lexia cry out. His rough jeans created delicious friction with every slow rub, the harder he pushed the more she moaned. Her back arching, she dragged her nails across his arms leaving behind a mark of her own.

 God how he wanted her, to have her as his, but he knew she would regret it in the morning; she wasn’t ready yet, she still needed time to heal.  When he finally had her she would be begging for him and then he would never let her go.

He pulled away, giving her a soft sensual kiss before he nipped at her lower lip with his sharp, predatory teeth.

Lexia lay on the floor watching him stand above her. She was breathless and her body felt heavy and drugged. Looking at him now she could see his hard flesh trying to get free from his jeans. So she hadn’t been the only one affected; that made her smile.

He caught her looking. Glancing away she flushed fever red, but he just smiled so sweet and caring. His silky voice said, “Time for a run, Lexia,” and then he turned, dropping his jeans. She got a glimpse of his hard round ass before he vanished into sparkling lights and jumped from the veranda as a panther.

A few nights later Lexia laid asleep dreaming; it started out like all the other dreams she’d had lately. She and Lincoln back on the living room floor, wildly kissing each other. Only in her dreams he didn’t pull away and leave her wanting more. He sat above her pulling off his t-shirt and as he pulled off her clothes she reached behind him, a silver knife glinting in the moonlight. His eyes widened in surprise as the blade plunged into his heart. She smiled as the light left his eyes. Then her father’s voice called out haunting her, “You have that monster in you.”

Lincoln woke to Lexia’s screams. She thrashed about wildly on the bed, the covers twisted around her, sweat beaded across her skin as she cried out, “No! Nooo!”

He leapt onto the bed holding her down. “Lexia, shush ... shush, I’ve got you.” Her eyes opened, clouded with fear. “It’s just a dream, baby, shush.”

Eyes locking with his, she said in a haunted whisper, “It’s not a dream. My dad’s right, Lincoln, he’s right.”

“About what?”

“A part of me’s evil,” she looked away afraid of what she’d see in his eyes.

“Baby no, no. Not a single part of you is evil! Are you listening to me? Lexia look at me. You’re not evil, okay?”

Lexia nodded at him, tears spilling from her eyes. He pulled her to him, holding her close.

“I’m so scared, Lincoln. If I give into the power will it drag me down? My dad told me as he died that I should never let it out.” She shivered, moving closer to the heat of his body.

“Your dad didn’t understand, having power doesn’t make you evil. It’s what you use your power for that defines you.”

“Don’t sleep on the floor tonight; I don’t want to be alone.”

Pulling her down he wrapped her into his warm embrace. “Sleep, baby,” he whispered into her ear and she gave a slight shudder against him before closing her eyes, snuggling deeper into his warm body.

Lincoln held Lexia as she slept; he looked at her face so innocent in sleep. She was so beautiful with her perfect creamy skin, a soft, rosy pink lightly dusted her high cheekbones. He played with a curl that hung across her face. He loved her hair; she’d let it grow almost to her waist and he found himself thinking what it would look like hanging over her breasts as she stood naked before him.

He shook his head clearing his thoughts. He didn’t know how long he could hold his feelings in. He had completely lost control the other day and he knew she was affected by him, too. But once his panther had her, there was no going back. His panther wouldn’t let her go once he’d had a full taste of her and she was still so young. Could she handle that? Could she handle him?

The next day she ran with Lincoln through the forest. Lexia felt lighter; Lincoln’s voice spoke in her mind whenever she started to think about the darkness of her Hunter side. ‘
Not a single part of you is evil.’
She smiled, picking up her speed and raced past him. “Catch me, pretty panther,” she called, her laughter singing out into the forest.

“You’d better run, my Little Wildcat!” she heard his voice call, his deep laughter making her giggle.

She raced through the trees exhilarated by their new game but then she felt something to her right. Slowing down Lexia tried to concentrate on any life forces in the forest. She couldn’t hear anything, the forest had grown deadly quiet; not even Lincoln’s quiet footfalls broke the silence.

About twenty feet away two Hunters walked quietly through the trees heading her way. She dashed behind a tree, concealing herself.
Shit can I take on two? Lincoln where are you?

Lexia tried to clear her mind. It would be no good if she started to panic now, this was why Lincoln had been training her these past weeks, but now fear choked her. She considered running to the house, she’d gotten pretty quick now, but casting a quick glance she saw they’d closed the gap between her. Still she had about a ten yard start on them.

But as she was about to run an image of her Dad’s bloody body floated in her mind’s eye and the rage she had been keeping down surged through her, she had one goal—to kill.

Standing quietly with her back to the tree she listened as they approached. That’s when she sensed Lincoln up above her, she didn’t even need to look to know it was him. His musky, earthy smell drifted down filling her nostrils and the energy he gave off was uniquely Lincoln. Knowing he was with her gave Lexia the courage to step out from behind the tree. Striking the Hunter in the chest, he doubled over, all the air leaving his lungs and she curved her fist up into his face with pure fury.

Black velvet caught the corner of her eye as the panther dropped from the tree onto the other Hunter. She heard his growls fill the air as she blocked a punch from her attacker.

He managed to hit her in the face and she stumbled back, her vision blurring for a second. An evil smile spread across the Hunter’s face as he realized he’d hurt her. Lexia used his moment of distraction to pull the knife from her ankle strap and when he caught the glint of her knife, the smile left his face. Lexia moved with lightning speed slamming another kick into his stomach and then, swinging her knife upwards, she sank it into his heart and he stilled, falling backwards to the floor.

Spinning to the side she found the panther had already ripped out the other Hunter’s throat. He stood now in human form watching her. She forced her eyes to stay on his face and not run down his naked body; it made her so mad that he could stand there completely naked and not be bothered.

Lexia wiped the blood from her knife, sliding it back into her strap then looked back to Lincoln’s face to find he still stood watching her. Confusion crossed her face and he said, “You’re amazing to watch.”

“What?”

“Nothing... You okay?”

“Yeah, what are we going to do with the bodies? Someone might find them.”

“I’ll come back later and sort it out, let’s get you back to the house in case there’s more.”

Lexia followed the cat back through the trees feeling confused by his comment ‘
you’re amazing to watch
.’ She’d caught him looking a few times at her with that intense look since they’d kissed, not that he’d ever brought it up, and it made her think that she had maybe imagined the bulge against his jeans. Maybe she should just try and kiss him again? But what if he pushed her away? She didn’t think she could handle the rejection right now.

They slipped through the vegetation into the clearing and he shifted back to human form. Lexia walked past him as the cat broke out into golden sparks so she wouldn’t have to torture herself with his naked body but she didn’t get very far before a strong male arm pulled her back.

He crushed her against him. She blushed scarlet trying not to think about his naked body pressed against hers. “Lincoln?”

He responded by claiming a savage kiss that left her breathless, then he turned walking towards the tree trunk. She swayed on her feet before being pulled forward by the hand he still held. She followed dazed, heat flaring through her body.

“Climb on,” he commanded as they reached the trunk, she obeyed too stunned by his actions to object.

Fire flared through her body as she clung to him. Her mouth brushed over his smooth skin and she had an overwhelming desire to sink her teeth into his exposed fleshed. He let go of her legs as he landed on the veranda and walked into the house leaving Lexia outside feeling dizzy with need, all her nerve endings tingled from touching his bare skin.

“Lincoln... what was that?” He turned, stalking towards her, a panther in human form. She froze as his head dipped down to run his sharp teeth along her neck.

“A kiss,” he smiled.

“Lincoln, stop. You can’t keep playing with me.” Looking away from his heated gaze she whispered, “I can’t stand any more pain.”

“I like to play.” Cupping his hands around her face she looked into his beautiful eyes. “Let me take away the pain.” He bent his head touching his lips to hers in a soft, sensual kiss. Lexia melted as pleasure rippled through her body making her knees weak.

Then she suddenly found herself pinned to the floor under Lincoln, the soft rug tickling her bare arms; his rich earthy smell was all around her, intoxicating to her senses. So many thoughts raced through her mind.
God I want him! What does this mean to him? Why me? Is it just about sex? What if he leaves me? What am I doing?
But all that vanished from her mind as sharp claws grazed her skin, leaving her clothes in shreds and leaving her naked, exposed to him with her clothes in ribbons around them.

Before Lexia could even think about the fact that their naked bodies were pressed against each other, his hand ran up her body and cupped her breast, his fingers tweaked her nipple sending pools of sensation to her damp core. All thoughts of embarrassment were replaced with exquisite sensation.

Lincoln closed his mouth around her neglected nipple whilst still tweaking the other; she arched her back, a sharp moan escaping her lips. His big male hand ran down her body and cupped her boldly, making her gasp and she looked up into his eyes seeing an explosion of gold lights reflected from her own.

“So beautiful,” he murmured.

He started to rotate his palm slowly against her; over and over each rub more delicious than the last. A rush of sensation flooded her as his finger delved into her flesh. She screamed, arching her back at the jolt of pure pleasure; her muscles clenched tight as he pushed her nearer and nearer, and all she could think was
more, more! Yes, more
.

A harsh noise of protest escaped her mouth as he started to place little kisses, nips, and sucks in a trail down her body and as he passed her navel, Lexia’s mind suddenly kicked in. “Lincoln!” she cried, tugging at his hair.

Lincoln just chuckled at her, his golden cat eyes clouded with desire, and placed one long, slow lick onto her soft pink flesh; her mind went blank as a wave of pure heat washed through her nerves. He spread her thighs wider, parting her delicate skin with his fingers all the while exploring her with his knowing tongue.

He carried on lapping at her like a cat; she could barely breathe through the sensations. He pushed at her legs wanting them wider and she let him spread her, tasting deeper.

Her face was burning with heat and every muscle trembled as her loins clenched tighter and tighter waiting for the moment when they would snap. His mouth ravaged her with raw need and as his fingers thrust inside of her, her back arched and a scream tore from her throat as Lexia shattered into a million pieces.

“Mmm, better?” he asked. She smiled, incapable of words.

He skimmed back up her body, his hot skin creating sweet friction, claiming her mouth again kissing her savagely; need flared through her nerve endings again.

“I need you, Lex,” he whispered against her ear.

Surprised at her hunger for this wild panther she clawed at his back, drawing blood and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. “I won’t let you go if we do this,” he said, pulling back, looking into her eyes.

“I need you, too,” she whispered.

He let out a growl as the end of his hot hard cock brushed against her damp entrance. “Mine,” he murmured, pushing into her wet core.

He felt so big stretching her to the limit. “More,” she moaned. He thrust deep into her, filling her up. She clawed at him, needing him closer.
More! God yes, more!

Lincoln pulled out excruciatingly slowly making her whimper and then she sank her teeth into his neck. He growled, picking up speed and she pushed back against him moaning as her need for him flared once more, tightening deeper this time, the sensation painfully sweet.

His teeth closed over the soft curve of her neck; the sting of his teeth only made her more aroused. She could no longer keep pace with him, instead she melted against him, accepting his hunger and as the pressure built she screamed out, scratching at his chest as her body shuddered underneath him.

He pulled out, twisting her onto his lap and she stared into his eyes seeing only panther as he slid her slowly down over his throbbing cock. She gasped; he was so deep inside of her, her limbs felt drugged with pleasure.  Being like this with him felt so intimate; as if she felt his every emotion along with him. Lexia had never felt this way about anyone and never had she given herself over so completely to a man. She bared her soul to him and relished in the wonderful, intimate dance she was taking with this panther.