Miss Taken (5 page)

TWELVE

He licked at her pussy, drawing circles and dragging against her aching entrance. “Fuck!”

She gasped a breath of air. “Fuck me with your tongue.”

He lowered his head to slide his tongue into her, thrusting and retreating with short, smooth jabs. His nose pressed at her clit and with every rumble from him, her entire body vibrated. Her legs shook. Her pelvis bucked against his lips. Good lord that felt so fucking amazing. She had no fight left in her. It was impossible to get a straight thought anymore.
Take him
.

He pulled his tongue from her pussy and replaced it with his fingers. Her hips took on a mind of their own and she rocked back and forth, riding his fingers and looking for the release that drew near.

“Come, Kira. I want to lick it up when you do,” he rumbled. “I want to press my face into your pussy and lap at every ounce of your sweet wetness. You taste so fucking good. I could stay like this forever, my face in your swollen, pink pussy.” He inhaled hard. “You’re so beautiful. The way your pussy sucks my fingers in. Every time I pull them out they’re soaked. That’s how I want my cock,” he breathed. “Slick with your hot scent. I want to slide up in these puffy lips and pound every quivering orgasm from you. All for me,” his voice grew rougher. “All mine. Just like you, baby. Mine.”

A whimper rolled up her dry throat. “I…oh, my god.”

Her nails dug into his hair while the other hand tweaked harder at her nipple. Her belly quivered.

“Fuck me harder,” she begged, riding his fingers like she was looking to sink his entire hand into her pussy.

He pumped into her in quick strokes, fucking her with one hand and tonguing her clit at the same time. Her body gave, clenching hard around his fingers. So hard she couldn’t hold back the scream bursting from her lips. Shivers racked her as pounding pleasure shook her to the core. She twitched, her entire body wiggling with the aftermath of the orgasmic explosion.

He raised his head, lifting a hand wet with her slickness to his mouth and sucking each finger. Every time he slid a dripping wet finger into his mouth, his eyes glowed brighter. A low growl sounded from his chest, making her pussy clench.

She tugged on his hair, pulling him up and mating her lips to his. The desperation returned two-fold. There was a need to have him inside her now. She curled her legs around his hips and flipped them so he was on his back and she straddled him.

He cupped her breasts, flicking his thumbs over her engorged nipples and massaging her tits. “Your curves are fucking gorgeous.”

She hadn’t been expecting that. The look in his eyes spoke volumes. He was highly turned on by her big girl body. Something that made her even wetter than she expected. She wondered how much of it was only words for her sake, though. “I’m a big girl.”

“You’re a beautiful woman. With a body I can fuck for days.”

There. She had her answer.

This was so wrong. She shouldn’t be feeling so physically connected to Luke. She didn’t know the guy. Her body didn’t give a shit. The need was so great, the attraction so explosive, she could only give in.

She wiggled her hips, her breath punching out of her lungs hard. His cock slipped between her slick pussy folds, pressing hot and hard against her aching flesh.

Oh, that felt good. So damn good. She grabbed the base of his cock, lifted her body and put his thick length at her entrance. Her body hummed, sending a new wave of wetness trickling down her thighs.

“You want me inside you,” he grunted. “Fucking you.”

Her nipples ached and his tweaking turned rougher.

“I do,” she breathed. She lowered a fraction. Enough for the head of his cock to enter her channel and spread her pussy wide.

He groaned, squeezing her tits. “I smell you,” he growled. “Your pussy’s starved for my cock.”

She bit her lip, sliding farther, taking more of his massive length. Lord, he was big. She couldn’t find it in her to worry either. All that did was turn her on more.

“Oh,” she moaned, pressing her hands on his chest and sliding down. “That feels so good.” Good was not the right word, but her vocabulary was reduced to basic words at the moment.

His hands slid down from her nipples to her hips, biting into her flesh and taking control. “It’s time to feel your pussy clench around my cock,” he mumbled. He yanked her down, impaling her.

She gasped, her heart thundering in her ears. There was no doubt in her mind that he had burned himself into her insides with his hot, large length. She wheezed out a breath, digging her nails into his chest and meeting his gaze.

“Do it. Squeeze your pussy around my dick.”

She lifted and dropped, undulating her body so his cock rubbed the insides of her channel in ways that made her eyes roll back.

With a wiggle and a swish of her hips, she started riding him. She gave a soft cry as he hauled down hard, pressing her pussy over his pelvis, grinding their bodies together.

“Oh!” she moaned, her body tensing as she rose. He dragged her back down, her pussy fluttering around his cock. “Oh, my god.”

A growl sounded from him, the rumble traveled through his body, sliding to his cock where it made his shaft vibrate.

She hadn’t had sex in so long. Not this good. Okay, she’d never had sex this good. Her body took on a mind of its own, lifting and dropping faster and faster. Her blood thickened and heated with lust.

She couldn’t stop. Control deserted her long ago. She wanted to feel the tension growing inside her break loose. With every surge and drop, she tilted her hips, taking him deeper. Her breaths came out in choked moans.

Luke glided a hand between their bodies, spreading her folds and fingering her clit. Her pussy clenched hard. She arched her back, her pussy gripping and sucking at his cock with every reeling contraction of her channel.

He roared through her orgasm, holding her still over his pulsing cock as he filled her with his seed. She loved every fucking second of it. Feeling the jets of semen shoot into her pussy pushed her over the edge again.

With every powerful shudder racking her body, a scream rolled up her throat, louder, until she was gasping for air. Until all she had left were muscles twitching and his cum sliding down to her thighs.

She dropped on his chest, their bodies slick with perspiration. She was done. Exhausted and yet ready for more. Her body controlled her, she no longer controlled it. On top of that, she felt like she needed to walk into the snowy outdoors to bring down the fever burning her blood.

THIRTEEN

“I don’t understand why you’ve gotten in my blood the way you have,” she murmured.

Luke held her body by his side, listening to her heart thunder. He heard everything going on in her body. That included the way his need to mate had transferred to her.

“I’m sorry,” he said. He couldn’t say he disliked the idea of her being in heat for him. As much of a heat as a human could go through. He’d bitten her at the height of his need and that had turned her desire up more than a few notches.

She rose to glance at his face. Her big brown eyes filled with suspicion. “Why are you sorry?”

He didn’t want to tell her and ruin the moment, but he’d let his lion control him and now she would suffer the consequences.

“You’re going through the heat.”

She frowned. “It’s hot in here, but I don’t feel heat.”

He caressed a hand over her smooth, soft cheek. Her caramel skin was so beautiful, glistening in the firelight. “I bit you earlier.”

She nodded. “That shit hurt, too.”

“When I bit you, I transferred some of my animal biochemistry into your blood.” She frowned, confusion filling her eyes. “You will feel the same intense desire I feel for you at this time.”

She sat up in a rush, her tits drawing his attention and begging for him to curl his tongue over the hard points of her nipples and bite them again. Harder.

“You mean to tell me this need is your fault?” Anger sparked in the depths of her gaze.

“Only the amount of it. I’m not making you want me, which I am sure is where your mind is going.”

She stood. The curve of her hips and the indents of her waist and belly wiggled lovingly with every move. “Of course not,” she said, her voice hard. “You’re sex on two legs. Women throw themselves at you.”

He stood, trying to ignore the need to push her against the wall and shove his face into her pussy and lick her until wetness coated his face.

“I lost control of my lion and I’m sorry for that.” He took a step toward her, watching her pupils dilate and the scent of her need curl around them like a cloud of temptation. “What I am not sorry for is the fact I want you. That you want me.” He slid a hand down her body, cupping her breast and making his way between her folds.

“What are you doing?” She moaned. She didn’t stop him. He knew she couldn’t; the desire in her was greater than her annoyance. He rubbed a finger over her slick entrance and pressed inside.

He pulled his hand back, licking and letting her flavors explode on his tongue like the ripest fruit. “Tasting you. I can’t stop wanting to tongue fuck you until you come on my face.”

She inhaled deeply and shook her head. “This is not good.”

“Fuck good,” he snarled, grasping long chunks of her hair and pressing her against the wall like he visualized. “You already know I will never just fuck you good. Good will never apply. That’s too tame a word.” He licked the side of her face. “I will fuck you to within an inch of your life and bring you back for more.”

He kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth. Her soft moan destroyed his control. He coiled his tongue over hers. Hunger grew with every glide. The kiss took control of the moment, of them both.

Need pounded in his ears. Desire burned bright in his veins. There would never be enough time to memorize the taste of every inch of her body.

Bang

Bang

Bang

She yanked her lips away from his, breathing hard. “What was that?”

He growled, angry that someone interfered with their time. He was fully enraged at the sound. Gunshots. Poachers and hunters were strictly prohibited in Raging Falls. They’d never had a problem.

He marched to the back door and glanced into the darkness of the night. The wind blew south and he couldn’t get a scent of anything. He could leave the cabin and find out what was going on, but he didn’t want to leave Kira alone. The thought of someone invading his space while he was gone and something happening to her made his lion push hard at the skin.

“Should we see what’s going on out there?” she asked, coming to stand beside him, wrapped in the throw his mother knitted, from his sofa.

He moved back inside. “No. If the snow has slowed in the morning, I’ll go then.”

She frowned. “I’m no expert, but that sounded like gunshots.”

He nodded. “We’ve never had gunshots here.”

Her eyes widened. “Then more reason to find out what’s going on, don’t you think? What if someone’s in trouble?”

He grabbed his cell phone from his pants and made a quick call.

“Bastien, can you take a look around the river? I heard gunshots.”

He watched Kira as he spoke. She limped towards the bedroom. He struggled with his emotions. He wanted her badly. The animal and need inside him fought hard to be let loose. The mate. His lion wanted his mate. Kira.

Memories of his youth flooded his mind. When he’d been a boy, he’d watched his father and Luna spend most of the time together. It was one of the things he’d appreciated. The knowledge that his dad had lived in happiness with her made Luke happy.

He should leave Kira alone while her foot healed and stop being such a pervert. Stop thinking about his desires and concern himself with other things, like who the fuck was shooting on his property. It was hard to do. She’d infiltrated his system and lodged there. It wouldn’t be easy to convince her to be his mate though. She was human and as far as he could see, a stubborn one. Something he liked in her.

Other than the sounds of wood creaking, the house was quiet. He did a perimeter check in the inside and decided he’d check in the morning.

His bedroom was off limits. She needed to sleep. Not that he could sleep right now, but his basic needs were mounting hard. The guest room on the second floor would be his quarters for the night. He couldn’t imagine sleeping near her. Fuck. He couldn’t imagine being in the same cabin with her and not be balls deep inside her.

His cell phone rang. He frowned at the quick call back from Bastien.

“What’s going on?”

“Luke,” Bastien yelled. The wind howling made him sound like he was in the middle of a massive storm. “I tried to go out, but the weather’s bad. I’ll go out in the morning. I got as far as the driveway. There’s enough snow here to make a city of snowmen.”

He already knew that. “Thanks for trying. Get yourself safely inside.”

“You got it.”

“I’ll go out in the morning as well. I need to know why I heard gunshots,” he said, turning on his shower. He didn’t want to remove the scent of Kira off his body, but if he didn’t, he’d end up going to her room and taking her repeatedly through the night.

He didn’t think she’d appreciate that, seeing as how she’d shut the door to his bedroom and locked it behind her. Not that the flimsy lock would keep him out, but he knew what she was trying to convey. Time. She needed it.