The Rogue Hunter's Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit 10] (Siren Publishing Classic) (13 page)

Shuddering as he spilled into her body Zaidu let her leg go slowly and eased very carefully over her. Rubbing his nose against her neck he groaned as more seed spilled into her body. “I do swell,” he admitted as he wrapped his arms around her to hold her close.

“Oh I love it,” Bethany whispered and held onto him. Her eyes were closed now and she rubbed her cheek to his chest.
What else did you want to warn me about, Zaidu?
Bethany asked him softly and continued to all but rub her body against his as she did so.

There had been something else but his brain was still a little scrambled. Frowning slightly he thought a few moments to try and recall what he’d wanted to tell her. “Oh yes,” he murmured. “You will likely be insatiable for about the next month or so. Anything and everything will make you feel extremely sensitized and in need. The smallest touch will set you off. We’re not sure why but with Wolves there is something different in the bloodlines. Plus”—he nipped at her chin lightly—“I’d stay away from males for a while. Apparently Hunters are slightly psychotic for the first while of any relationship, should they attempt one that is. Hell if I know what will happen with a mated one.” It had never been done.

“Well the first part I’m totally fine with.” And lord she was so fine with it. The man knew how to play her body like a violin and she purred for him every time. “The second part, not a problem. I won’t mind staying away from men.” She only wanted him happy and if that meant staying away from men, she would do it. “As for the last part…” Reaching up, she stroked her fingers to his lips lightly. “Why do you think that they put the two of us together? Why now when it hadn’t been done before?”

“I don’t know if it wasn’t ever tried before,” he said quietly. “But someone’s decided to give it another go. I’m just not sure why.” With him being a Hunter and having a mate, the odds were extremely high they would produce another Hunter.

“That idea bothers you a great deal, doesn’t it, Zaidu?” Bethany asked softly as she stroked her fingers over his cheeks and into his hair. “The thought of creating a son like you, it really and truly bothers you, doesn’t it?”

“I’m not entirely sure. “I’ve never once thought about it, never even considered it,” he said softly, closing his eyes to enjoy the soft touch of her fingers to his skin and hair. “I suppose I am a little concerned. It’s not an easy life or one I would wish on another.”

“I know and I hate that you’ve had to live it alone,” Bethany whispered quietly. “But you are no longer alone and…” She hesitated and wasn’t sure if she should say this or not, but finally honesty won out. “I don’t think you were truly alone, honey. You have friends, very good ones in fact. I just don’t think you see them as that where they clearly see you as such.”

“Friends are a luxury that a Hunter, that I, don’t want in my life. Those friends could potentially be my next target one day,” he told her. “I’ve hunted down one friend. It shattered what little generosity and kindness I had left. Since that day I’ve never made another and I’ve kept as far out of the others’ lives as possible. It’s just easier that way should I ever get the call to hunt them.” While Hunters were usually pack oriented or race oriented, in some rare cases not all races ended up with a Hunter and the others had to cover the gaps.

“You might think that you don’t have friends but you do. Those men are your friends, honey, they really are,” she told him quietly. “And now you have me. You will never have to hunt me because I’m human, purely human.”

Staring down at her he stroked his hand down her arm and caught her hand. Lifting it, he pressed a kiss to her inner wrist lightly. “There is more than one way to hunt someone,” he told her, nipping very carefully at her inner wrist. Meeting her eyes, he slid his tongue along her skin. “Some ways are much more pleasurable than others.”

A shiver raced over her skin and she found herself nodding. “I couldn’t agree more. Being able to have you chasing me would be a truly wonderful and delightful thing. I think that perhaps we should try it one time or another, darling.”

Blinking at that he lifted a brow slightly. “You sure it wouldn’t be too reminiscent of what happened in the woods?” he asked gently. “I don’t want to frighten you, Bethany.”

“Oh crap, I hadn’t thought of that. Okay yeah, that would bug the hell out of me,” she admitted to him. “I know you would never hurt me like those men clearly wanted to hurt me, but still, yeah, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Then we won’t do it,” he said simply, which it was for him. While he didn’t know what to do with a mate, he’d never hurt her that way, emotionally. Brushing a kiss to her cheek, he pressed up on his elbows. “You do know we still have to go shopping or we’re both going to be starving tonight and you’re going to be naked.”

“Crap, yeah we need that.” She watched him and smiled. “I don’t know though, it’s pretty awesome to have you here with me like this.” She had to admit. “But you are right. Especially since you only have meat and I just cannot do meat.” She shuddered. “We can pick up again when we get back,” he pointed out softly. Easing back slowly, he slid from her body and sat back on his heels between her legs. “But you need sustenance or we’ll be ordering in and, I hate to tell you, it’s hard to get anything but a salad that is truly vegetarian.”

“Yeah, that would be very bad,” she said with a grin. “Okay so we will make sure to go shopping so that I can have clothing and food. “Come on.” She held out her hand to him. “Come on, honey, help me up here so that we can get ourselves cleaned up and dressed once more.”

Taking her hands, he tugged her up and into his lap so he could snuggle her close. Brushing his lips to hers, Z eased off the bed setting her down. “Dress quickly and then we really need to go.” Climbing off the bed, he began to hunt down his clothing which was a bit of a task since not all of it seemed to be visible or in the same room.

She dressed, her clothes looking more than a little worse for the wear, and looked down at her shirt. “Okay, honey, I need for you to please lend me one of your shirts because mine seems to be sans buttons for some odd reason,” she teased him.

“Not that odd,” he pointed out. “I did get a little enthusiastic in getting you out of it.” Finding his shirt in the hall he pulled it on. “Come on, you can pick whichever one you want.” Leading her to his closet he pushed the door open and then turned the light on.

She grabbed the first shirt that she came to and smiled as she did so. Tugging it on she turned to look at him. “Okay, honey, do I look presentable?” she asked quietly. “At least enough to be able to shop?”

Moving to her he fixed a few strands of wayward hair. “You look perfect,” he said. “Come, we will go get you clothing, stop for lunch, and then go shopping. I’ve learned over the years that shopping while starving is not that great for the wallet.”

“I think that sounds utterly perfect to me,” she said with a grin.

Zaidu vowed never, ever to go shopping again with any female. They all thought their asses too large, their breasts too small, and bemoaned things they thought they couldn’t wear. After twenty minutes of that Z took Bethany to the changing room and told her to stay put. Collecting things he had a feeling she’d look amazing in he gave them to her. “Try them on and if I’m wrong I won’t say another thing the entire shopping trip. But if I’m right, then you will try on everything that I bring to you.”

Bethany frowned but nodded all the same. “Okay, I will do as you have asked,” she assured him. “I will try them on but if I don’t look good I think I’m going to cry. So please don’t laugh.” She knew that he wouldn’t. He would never laugh at her and she knew it. “Now out, love, out so that I can try these on.”

Shaking his head at her he stepped out and closed the door, moving to stand with a shoulder to the wall as he waited. Women were seriously weird creatures. They had no real concept of how they looked, human women anyway. Changers were much more practical and saw what was truly there. Three minutes later he tapped on her door. “Bethany, show me,” he requested quietly, knowing she was feeling nervous and unsure.

Opening the door, she allowed him to see her in the skin-tight outfit that he had chosen and smirked. “So tell me, love, is this something that you find me looking good in?” She wanted to hear it from him. Needed to hear it from him that he liked what she was wearing and all.

“Turn,” he ordered and let his eyes move over her body as she spun slowly. “I like,” he said, pulling her close for a kiss, hard and fast. “Try more on,” he ordered her quietly, slowly letting her go so she could do that. He hadn’t gotten all tight things, just a few items that should be worn close and snuggly to the skin.

She grinned and nodded. “I’m glad that you like it. I won’t question you again, I promise,” she told him with a smile. “I only want you to like how I look in clothes, but no more being down on myself, promise.” Moving back, she began to peel out of the first outfit and into the next, a soft and actually very, very comfortable dress.

Glancing up when she opened the door to reveal the soft cashmere dress he smiled faintly and nodded. Moving in, he rubbed a hand over her hip. “Soft,” he murmured. It had been the main reason he’d chosen it. While he was a Wolf he did like soft and textured items to tease the senses.

Bethany stepped back from him and then grabbed him, pulling him in close as she did so. “Close the door behind you,” she whispered with a grin. “Because I want you to help me pull it off and put on the silk one next.”

Pushing the door shut, he blindly locked it as he watched her, feeling the Wolf roaming under his skin. The beast liked her, wanted to play with her but knew she feared it. It didn’t fully understand but knew to be patient and take its time to woo her. “Silk next?” he asked softly, running his finger down the curve of her back slowly.

She pressed against him and nodded. “Oh yes, silk is next.” She purred. “Because I think I really will enjoy the feel of the silk on my skin, enjoy feeling your hands putting it on me as well. I want that, darling. I want to feel you sliding your hands over my naked body, will you?”

“All right,” he agreed, turning her just a bit to undo the couple of tiny buttons at her neckline. Reaching down, Zaidu caught the edge of the dress and slowly lifted it up, sliding his hands over her silken thighs, bottom, and hips and then up her ribs. “Lift your arms,” he ordered as he got the material to her breasts.

Lifting her hands up and over her head she watched him for as long as she could and then she was blind with the cashmere covering her face. She felt him pulling her closer and whimpered, “Oh Gods, please.” It was a moan of need, a moan of desperate desire and need. “Please, I’m begging,” she whispered so that only he could hear her.

Leaving the dress over her face and her arms trapped over her head he ran a hand down to her breast. “Please what?” he asked quietly, pinching her nipple and tugging it. Releasing the tight bud he dipped his head to flick his tongue to the tight piece of flesh. Sliding his hand down her belly he drove it into her underwear to spear through her curls to the moisture waiting.

“Please fuck me,” she whispered without pause or hesitation. “Right here, inside of this changing room. Fuck me, Zaidu. I need and want you inside of me, please. I love you so very much, Zaidu, but I need you inside of me, now.”

“Here? Now?” he asked, thrusting his finger into her body to stroke her. Tugging the dress up further so her mouth was free he kissed her in light little kisses, teasing her. Pressing her back to the solid wall, the only one in the space, he waited for her answer.

“Yes, here.” When he freed her lips she demanded it of him. “Now.” Lifting a leg, she rubbed it against his thigh. “Please,” she begged him and rubbed against him eagerly as she did so. “Come on, Z. Please don’t leave me hanging here.”

Undoing his jeans he pushed them down enough to free his cock. Pushing her panties out of the way he stepped in and, thrusting into her, lifted her up against the wall. When her legs wound around his waist he cupped her bottom and fucked her, hard and fast, down and dirty.

Bethany’s hands wrapped around him after she got them free and she pressed her face into his chest as she moved along with him. “Harder.” It was a demand, filled with need, pure and simple. “Please,” she begged.

She’d ditched the dress, but he was fine with that. Cupping her head to protect her, he slammed into her over and over again, as hard as he could, as fast as he could. Growling softly, he held her to him as he took her.

She held his head to her neck, clinging to him as he fucked her. “More, please. Because I’m so very, very close.” She moaned. “I love you, Z. Gods I love you so very, very much. For now and for all time, I love you.”

Lifting his head, he caught her mouth in a kiss as he ground his cock into her again and again. She was starting to tighten on him, her body giving little ripples of pleasure. Tilting her hips, he slammed into her and hit her G-spot dead on. He could tell from the sudden intake of air that nearly had her swallowing his tongue.

She was thankful that he was kissing her and keeping her shouts contained because as soon as he shifted his stance she came. It was like lightning flashing that had her nearly blind in her orgasm.
Zaidu, please. Come for me, baby,
she demanded.

Pumping into her once, twice, he came with a low growl as he began to fill her, his cock thickening and knotting. Releasing her mouth when she stopped yelling she sucked in a deep breath as his seed spilled deep into her pussy.

Her forehead to his, she panted, grinning the whole time as she did so. “God I love shopping with you,” she whispered to him happily. “Do you like shopping just a wee bit better now I hope?” She knew he had been upset about shopping just a small bit ago and hoped that had changed.

“It has its merits,” he admitted as his cock released another spurt of seed. “I still don’t like the whole thing but this trying on clothing part has risen in my esteem.” Brushing his lips to her cheek he nipped her earlobe lightly.