The Rogue Hunter's Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit 10] (Siren Publishing Classic) (15 page)

“I’m fine with it, very,” he said, softly rubbing her fingers to his cheek. “I’m not happy with how she manipulated the situation in the least, but I am more than fine with having you in my life, as my bond-mate. I would have preferred no manipulation but I suppose it got the job done, though I’m not going to let go of the fact she put your life at risk to do it any time soon.”

“I would have preferred that there be no manipulation on her part either.” Bethany sighed. “She didn’t do it. That was all my brother. He’s the one that has done it, honey, not her. He’s human, not a God or anything like that.”

“No, but Gaia can maneuver things rather well when she wants to, a piece here, a piece there. Until the desired effect occurs or she can tell us that she told us so for not listening to her,” he muttered softly. “There was definitely otherworldly interference and manipulation involved. The timing was much, much too coincidental for me.”

“Oh.” Well crap. That’s not something she had wanted to hear, at all. “I hate this. I hate that you were pretty much forced to be in my life. I hate that she gave you no choice but to come to me. I’m glad that you did though. I’m very happy that you came for me and you wanted me in your life.”

“We all have free will, Bethany. I chose to come to your condo when we had word of weirdness,” he said softly. “I could have left it to the cops but”—Zaidu let out a breath—“I had a feeling and decided to listen to it, for which I’m very grateful. I’d have hated to think you were ever harmed because I was that selfish.”

“And I’m very grateful that you did that as well.” She leaned in closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. “I love you, Zaidu. I know I keep telling you that but I just need for you to understand that when I say it’s forever.”

Wrapping his arm around her shoulders he hugged her close. “I know it is, little one,” he murmured quietly to her. He knew he should say it back to her, but he just wasn’t comfortable with saying anything emotional like that to anyone. He was still having trouble with just talking to her let alone gushing out words of love.

“I don’t ever need them from you,” she whispered softly. “I don’t because I know how you feel. I feel your happiness and pleasure, honey,” she told him quietly. “I’m happy with you, Zaidu. I’m very happy I have you and being with you and that is all that matters.”

Squeezing her closer he rubbed his hand up and down her arm. “Still seems rather one sided when you say the words and I stand there like a lump,” he whispered. He did feel bad for not being able to give her the words.

“I feel them, honey,” she whispered. Looking up at him, she opened herself to him. “Feel what I’m feeling, see what I see. Slip into my mind, Zaidu, and you will understand just what I’m saying. You will understand that I don’t need the words because I feel them.”

Cupping her face, he stroked his thumb to her cheek. Leaning his forehead to hers, Z closed his eyes and breathed her in. Slipping into her thoughts he dropped a kiss to her lips. “That may be a little exaggerated,” he said quietly.

“Not at all. It’s honest and true. You are inside of me, honey. You know that this isn’t exaggeration but truth.” Rubbing her nose to his she whispered, “That’s how much I love you. And now you know that I see and feel it with you as well.”

“Well I’m glad you feel it,” he said softly. He didn’t even know he’d been feeling all that. Pressing a kiss to her lips he stroked his hand down her arm. “Appetizers are coming,” he said to her softly as he shifted to protect her.

“One more kiss and then we are going to eat but I need another kiss. She can put our food on the table while you are kissing me, darling,” she said with a smile. Leaning in she brushed her lips to his. “God yes,” she breathed against his lips.

Nipping at her mouth, Zaidu gave her the kiss she wanted as the waitress entered, put down plates, and then left. But even the scent of food didn’t distract him from ravaging her mouth. He happened to quite like kissing her. She was enthusiastic and that turned him on seriously.

Bethany’s hands wrapped around his head and pulled him closer. She kissed him back just as eagerly and needfully as he was kissing her. When they parted she grinned up at him, licking her lips as she did so. “Gods I love kissing you. So much.”

His eyes tracking her tongue’s slide over her lips, he growled softly. “I adore that tongue of yours,” he said softly. Pulling back he stroked his fingers down her cheek slowly. “Eat and then we will get food at the store before we return home to see what else that tongue of yours can do.”

“Perfect,” she said with a grin and licked her lips. “Good, honey, let’s eat and then we will go shopping so that we can go home and we can do exactly what it is that you are thinking of right now.” He was thinking of him inside of her body and she was totally down there with it as well.

Picking up his ale he took a long drink to try and cool his imagination a little. He knew she was reading his thoughts and he didn’t want to get her too excited while they weren’t in a place to do anything about it.

“Too late,” she teased with a smile. “Because trust me, baby, I’m right there with you. I’m totally wanting to be right there with you and doing exactly what it is that you want to do.” She winked at him as she said it. “Now then how about we eat, honey? I’m starving.”

Shooting her a look he let out a heated breath and hoped she was up for it all. Stealing one of the petals from her onion flower he chewed on it as he watched her. His cock was already throbbing for her, his balls up tight and his need growing. He’d heard that bond-mates were insatiable for a time right after mating, but he’d never have guessed it was like this.

I am desperate for you. I’m totally fine with even finding a hidden place after we leave here and me climbing up on you so that I can fuck you blind. I need you, Zaidu, just like you do me. After we have eaten let’s do that before going shopping.
Otherwise she would never make it.

Growling in agreement he nodded. “Good plan.” Because he was just as desperate to fuck her until she screamed out her release. Now all he had to do was find them somewhere completely private to do just that. And not get arrested of course.

“Yes, getting arrested would be bad,” she said with a smile. “I think that the best place to go will be in a, well heck I don’t know, but I’m sure that you will know something,” she said with a grin. “Maybe a park?”

“And expose children to that sort of thing before their time? Yeah, cause that will make getting arrested even better.” He shook his head at her, taking a long onion petal. “No, I’ll think of something.” Gods, he hoped so or they were shopping with him having a hard-on.

“I know you will.” They only had to go grocery shopping, and before she could stop herself she thought of them making love inside of the changing room at the clothing store again. His moan matched hers. “Right. Food. Have to eat. Need to eat.”

“Eating is good. You need the energy,” he told her. So did he, point of fact. Shifting in the chair he bit off a growl at the tight press of his zipper to his cock as it throbbed. It wanted to be buried in her wet, hot pussy again. He knew she was aroused. He could smell it in the small room they were in and it was driving him and the Wolf half mad with want.

“Too bad this room isn’t completely private because I would totally climb over there and ride you right now,” she admitted to him. Dammit she was desperate. She had never felt this way before but right now all she wanted was him. She wanted him to be inside of her, wanted to feel him locking inside of her again. Gods dammit all to hell and back again.

Getting up was an effort but Zaidu moved to the door and locked it, knowing the little sign on the outside would say to not disturb them. Turning, he prowled slowly back to the table. “I need to bury my cock inside of you now,” he told her harshly.

“Thank God.” She stood and peeled out of her clothes, tossing them on the chair behind them. She approached him and lifted her arms to him. “Now. Just undo your pants but I need you inside of me. Now.” She needed him to fuck her, now. “Wall, door, hell the floor. I don’t care. I need you. Now.”

Unzipping his pants, he lifted her up and dropped her down on his aching cock. Growling he took her to the floor, his arms around her to protect her from any embarrassing floor burns. Thrusting into her hot wet pussy he knew that they wouldn’t last. They’d built the tension to a fucking inferno level. It was a fuck, fast and dirty, but it was necessary.

“Damn straight it’s fast and dirty and God it feels perfect,” she whimpered. “So good.” She moved right along with him, her body hugging his tightly as he moved harder and harder inside of her body. “When I come you have to cover my screams.” She was so close, too. Damn she was so close.

“Of course,” he growled, watching her face, the Wolf flickering in his eyes as he slammed his cock into her pussy again and again. “Come for me, Bethany, scream for me as you come and squeeze me tight, milk me,” he ordered, catching her mouth in a kiss.

She couldn’t have stopped her orgasm had she tried. She screamed into his mouth, desperation and desire there with her. Her whole body tightened on him, her legs, her arms, her pussy. She felt it then, the knot that was indicative of him being a Wolf and coming. She whimpered as she felt him spilling deep inside of her body.

He growled into her mouth as he came, his cock knotting fast and hard. Gods it was amazing. Her body was rippling around him in a massage of sorts. Lifting his head he stared at her. “We so have to eat out more often,” he growled softly against her lips.

That had her grinning up at him. “I think so, too,” she told him happily. “I really and truly think that we should eat out every single day, darling. Because when we have privacy like this, when we both get too out of control, this is what we both need.”

Nipping at her chin Z moved very cautiously, lifting her up to sit in his lap as he settled back on his haunches. With a quick move he got to his feet and walked to the chair, which only had him wanting to fuck her again. The soft rubbing was killing him. Sitting down with her in his lap he stroked her hair back. “I know of a few other places with doors that lock on the private dining rooms.”

“Thank God,” she muttered. She began to move up and back down on him with a grin. “God that feels so very good.” She purred and brushed her lips to his neck. “Shit I need you again already.”

“Careful,” he nearly whimpered, gripping her ass. “The knot isn’t completely freed yet,” he warned. It felt great as long as he didn’t mind a little pain along with the amazing sensation of her sliding wetly over him.

“I’m not planning on sliding off of you fully, darling, but I really, really want to keep moving on you. It feels far too good not to move slightly, to clench you inside of me and feel the way that you react to it as well. Does it hurt you when I do it?”

“As long as you don’t get over excited and pull off too far, no, it’s just a bit of pressure,” he told her. “I knot just inside of you so when you pull up it’s like trying to drag the knot up to the end of my cock.”

“I don’t want to pull off, just rock, darling. I happen to really love the feeling of just rocking on you with you knotted inside of me. I love it, baby,” she said. “It feels so good.” It did, too, the knot that was deep inside of her, the thickness of him. Damn she loved it.

Letting her do as she wanted he stroked a hand up to toy with her nipple. Flicking it lightly he rolled it, pinched it and tugged slightly. She was killing him, so he was just returning the favor. It was only fair after all.

She whimpered and began to move harder, faster. “That feels so good,” she murmured and whimpered. “I think we should eat out like this every night.” She had her hand braced on his shoulder as she moved on him.

“That will only work until they figure out our game and ban us,” he said relieved the knot was letting loose finally. Cupping her ass he stroked a finger over her wetness between her legs and rubbed it lightly to her anus, stroking the tight pucker with just a hint of pressure as she moved.

Her eyes widened and she bit her lower lip. “Again.” She liked that, a lot. He had never touched her like that and now that he did…“Please, again.” She found herself begging because it felt so very, very good.

Getting a little more moisture from her pussy he rubbed at her anus, slowly pressing the tip of his finger in. As she rode him he moved his finger very gently, dipping his head to suckle at her breast to give her as much pleasure as he could.

“Zaidu,” she heard herself screaming against the side of his neck. “Harder.” It was a demand. “Because God I’m so close.” She licked her lips. “So close. God I’m so close, honey, tell me that you are, too.”

“You know I am.” He growled as he pushed his finger in deeper and lifted his mouth to kiss her. Slipping his free hand down, he rubbed at her clit as she moved on him, her motions getting a little jerky toward the end.

Bethany’s body clenched on his and she came. She shivered as she exploded against him, a smile on her lips as she kissed him. She felt him once more swelling and coming, which made her come a second, or was it a third, time.

Groaning as she clamped around his knotted cock he held her to him so she couldn’t go moving again. Lifting his head he sucked in air. She was trying to kill him. A fucking great way to go, just not the best place, in a restaurant in a town full of people who would take pictures.

She panted and in his mind smiled and whispered.
I couldn’t agree more. Gods, I think I’m addicted to you, Zaidu. I never would have believed that a person could become a sex-addict, but I do believe that I am with you. Heck, I know that I am with you.

What do you think nymphomaniacs are, darling?
he asked with a touch of amusement to his tone.
They are men and women who are addicted to sex, having it, doing it, being a part of it. As long as your addiction stops with me I’m all for you being a nympho.

My addiction is for you and only for you. My addiction is only for your body, darling. I will never, ever get enough of you.
She told him, “Forever, Zaidu, forever.”