The Rogue Hunter's Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit 10] (Siren Publishing Classic) (17 page)

Her toes curled and fingers clenched the bedding. “So good.” She purred. “Higher,” she begged in demand and her hips began to rock. “Please, Z, just a smidge more,” she whimpered. It felt so good. The eggs inside of her were vibrating and on occasion jumping and bumping against each other. It was a beautiful torture and she wanted more.

“Uh-huh,” he mumbled, reading another list of ingredients. Turning the eggs up to the next level he shot her a look as she twitched. “Too much?” he asked her and grinned at her moan. “That’s only level two of”—he checked the controller—“holy shit, fifteen. You aren’t even far enough up the scale to count it yet,” he teased, leaning in to bite her ass gently. Popping the lid on the lube he inhaled slowly. It actually was unscented, excellent. “I think we have a winner for lube, darling. The others we’ll return and pick up more of this as long as it’s truly as hypoallergenic as it claims.”

Tugging another bag in closer he pulled out five packages. “So, we have several ways to go about this, my little mate. We have the old finger stretching method or”—he put the packages of various sizes from small to large where she could see them—“we have butt plugs. We also have what the lady at the store called beads.” He set those three packages out, again varying sizes.

“I like the idea of the butt plug because then you can pull the eggs out of me and fuck me,” she decided finally after rocking back time and again. “Is there one that’s inflatable? I think that’s what I read online.” She paused and bit her teeth, felt it when he increased the speed of the eggs. “Oh Gods.”

Chuckling, he checked what they had and dug through the other bags. “We have an inflatable one,” he told her, holding it up. “Is this your choice, my lady?” he asked her softly as he eased the eggs into the number four setting, inhaling her heavy arousal.

She panted and then finally she nodded. “Yes, yes, that one.” She was soon going to be begging him and she knew it. “Please, Zaidu, Gods please, honey,” she begged. “Just, please something.” She was lost, damn but she was so totally and completely lost and needed him, now.

Humming softly he put everything else back and got into the package. Reading the directions, he put some lube on her anus and some on the butt plug. Rubbing it through the lube he turned the eggs down to two. “Relax, darling,” he said softly. Easing it in slowly he waited until he got it in place and gave it two pumps to hold it comfortably. Turning the eggs back up to four he gave the plug two more pumps as he watched her face.

“Oh, yes!” She began to push back against him and fisted the bedding under her hard. “More,” she whimpered. “For the butt plug, more and then swing your dick around here because I need to taste you, Zaidu.”

Chuckling, he stripped down and eased onto the bed to lay with his cock by her mouth. Expanding the plug three more pumps, he put the eggs on level five. Easing her over him he leaned up to lick the moisture on her bare lips and tease her clit, the vibrations from in her vagina echoing down into his tongue. “Interesting,” he murmured.

“And feels so very good, too,” Bethany replied and pressed her clit down against his mouth. Her hands stroked up and down his cock and she whispered, “Beautiful, simply beautiful,” before she teased him with her tongue and then began to try to work him into her mouth.

Cupping her hips he held her down to him as he lapped at her slowly, running his tongue around her vaginal opening. Growling softly he nibbled at her pussy, flicking his tongue to her clit before he suckled at the tight bud.

She moaned against his cock, working him in and out slowly, breathing through her nose as she did so. Her nails dug into his perfect ass, determination to make him come a living and breathing thing inside of her.
So good. God that feels so good,
she whispered in his mind.

Squeezing the pump for the butt plug three times he nipped at her clitoris gently when she whimpered.
Too much?
he asked softly. He wasn’t doing full squeezes, just half pumps to make her feel full. But she was an anal virgin and he didn’t want her harmed.

God no, feels so good.
She whimpered and adjusted herself slightly. She had to give herself a moment to adjust to the feeling of the plug in her ass but once she did, between that, the eggs, and his mouth, she was so skyrocketing into space.

That’s it,
he encouraged her, flicking his tongue over her clit roughly. Nipping, he tugged on her little nub and growled as he cranked the eggs up one more level. Multi-tasking at its very best.

Bethany sucked him in harder. She seemed more determined that he come now than she had been before. She licked his cock and began to caress her finger over the tight pucker of his ass.

Growling deep, he sucked hard at her clit and turned the eggs up another notch. Rocking his hips because she was killing him, Zaidu held out as long as he could. But between what he knew was happening with her, the sensations he could feel in their bond, and what she was doing to him, he bloody well exploded with a snarl of sound against her silky, wet pussy.

Bethany knew that he expanded when he came so the last second she pulled off so that she could only suck the head of his cock, her fingers gently massaging the knot there so that she could give him a bit of relief. When she had drank down every single drop that he had to offer her, she smiled. “God, I love that.” She rocked against him. “And I’m already so close to another orgasm,” she whimpered.

Turning the eggs off, Z tugged them from her vagina, liquid seeping out with them. “Move forward,” he growled softly. Shifting, he got up on his knees and behind her, pressing his still-hard cock into her body slowly, knowing she’d be sensitive, and with the plug he took a little extra care

Bethany bit her lower lip. She fisted her hands into the bedding once more and whimpered. “So good,” she whispered softly. “God I love how full I feel right now.” And she did. With the butt plug and Zaidu’s cock pushing into her body she felt fuller than she ever thought she might feel.

Rocking into her slowly he let her adjust to him moving up against the plug. Holding her hips he picked up speed the more she responded and was soon slamming his cock into her. Growling roughly as she moved back against him, he tightened his hands on her hips.

Her neck arched back. Her entire being seemed to vibrate as he took her. She whimpered and begged, “More.” Both of him and the plug. She was just inches from coming, just moments, and just needed a small bit more. “God you feel so good,” she sobbed.

Working his cock like a piston, he stabbed into her over and over. Growling as he began to expand he slammed hard into her just as his cock knotted up and he shot seed hotly into her body. Groaning when she screamed, her body clamping down hard, he bucked against her unintentionally and felt the added pressure from the butt plug on his cock.

She screamed over and over again. The pleasure was so intense, so right that she felt her consciousness sliding away. “So good,” she whispered before passing out on the poor Wolf.

Holding her up at her sudden move Z tipped his head to check on her. The sappy smile on her lips let him know she was just out. Moving when he could, Zaidu removed the plug and cleaned her up gently before tucking her into bed and sliding in to join her. Wrapping his arms around her he rested his cheek between her breasts and closed his eyes. “Mine,” he whispered.

Even in her sleep she whispered, “And you are mine.” Nestling in even closer to him she breathed easier as soon as she knew that he was there and closer to her. “I love you, Zaidu,” Bethany whispered before she allowed sleep to tug her fully under.

Sighing, he looked to where his mate sat reading a book. She was looking particularly fine in her silky undergarments and one of his button-down shirts hanging open around her. Pushing back he turned the computer off and waited for the system to signal it was locked before he walked toward her. “I have to fly out tonight,” he told her quietly as he sat at her hip facing her. “I need to go to Texas for backup to another Hunter. We have a couple options,” Zaidu told her softly.

“You can come with and hang out in the truck we’ll have for our use. You can go to the base and stay there. You could stay with one of the others or, if you wanted to, you can stay here on your own,” he told her. The last option was not the one he wanted for her. He’d be too worried about her being there alone with her brother still loose and wreaking havoc around the city.

“If you wouldn’t mind I would really rather come with you,” she whispered. “I promise you that I will stay out of the way and even keep a weapon handy in case someone is brave enough to approach the vehicle that you will have me stashed in. I don’t want to be without you.” She knew how silly that sounded, but there it was, the truth.

“Good,” he murmured quietly to her. Leaning in, he kissed her, cupping her soft cheek in his hand. “I don’t want you to be left behind either. I will need you there just to stay partially sane.” The thought of leaving her behind had driven the Wolf nuts. Zaidu knew it was because they were mates, tied together tightly. He just hadn’t realized how powerful it turned out to be. “We need to leave at six tonight to make the flight. You won’t need to bring much but bring winter gear. They have a storm blowing through right now.”

“Then I need to hit the shops because I don’t have winter clothes, well not that would keep me warm enough,” she offered. “So yeah, as long as you are good with it, love, I’m totally down with shopping and then coming with you. That way”—she moved from where she was sitting and pressed up against him—“you can keep me nice and warm.”

“I do like keeping you warm,” he said, sliding his arm around her waist, his skin gliding over her silky-smooth flesh. He loved when she wore practically nothing, leaving her flesh bare for his gaze or his touch. “We will hit the stores on our way out. We’ll give ourselves added time,” he said softly.

“Sounds good to me.” She couldn’t help but curl in closer to him. It felt as if she had been doing it for her entire life instead of just a few days. “I really rather love the way that you keep me warm, too.” Zaidu was naturally far hotter than a human, and she loved it.

Stroking his hand up and down her back slowly, he tipped his head down to press a kiss to her neck. “You know, if you are always getting chilled, you really should consider wearing more clothes,” he whispered quietly. Not that he’d be happy if she did.

“But I enjoy how you warm me up so very much better than I enjoy the clothes,” she admitted bluntly. “I think you are the best heater in the entire world and I really, really never am giving you up.” Pouting as she looked up at him she added, “Why? Do you not enjoy warming me?” The question was asked even though she knew the answer loud and clear.

Growling he bit her shoulder just hard enough to make her pay attention. “Silly question that you know the answer to, female of mine,” he said. Licking lightly at the faint marks that would vanish in moments, Zaidu nibbled up her neck to her ear. “I could get you a lot warmer except for the fact I have to finish prepping and I need to pack.”

“Damn. True.” She growled at him and looked up at him with a smile. “I happen to really love the way that you warm me, honey. I would really and truly like to be able to get warmer on the plane. Think that Talon will loan you the private plane once again so that we can join the Mile-High Club?”

“We’re taking one of them,” he told her quietly. “It was arranged as soon as the alert was put out.” He brushed his lips to hers lightly. “We can join the Mile-High Club however many times you would like.”

“Oh I love the way that sounds,” she told him with a grin. “I want to join it over and over again, darling. I also very much want to see just how well insulated the pilots’ cabin is to make sure they don’t hear me screaming.”

“It’s supposed to be very well insulated and soundproofed,” he told her quietly. “But that’s merely because they often fly injured Team members into bases. And an injured Changer can be loud and vicious. There’s no exterior handle or even a crack that claws could get into to haul it open.”

“Well, let’s hope that you never have to be flown home injured.” She shivered at the thought of him hurt. “I never want you hurt,” she whispered. “So do everything that you absolutely can to make sure that you never get hurt because I don’t think I could survive it.”

“Other than assholes trying to take me out while I’m on my bike, I try desperately not to ever be injured. It hurts, a lot,” he muttered quietly against her cheek. “And I tend to be overly dramatic, cranky, and a general pain in the ass when I’m hurt. Or so the doctors tell me. Personally I think they are the overly dramatic ones.”

Bethany found herself grinning and she said, “You did growl at me a lot. I understood why you were because you were hurt and all that, honey, but yeah, you growled. A lot. It’s okay of course because I think I kinda understood it but I would rather you not get hurt because I don’t like you being all growly with me.”

“You kept moving, that’s why I was growling,” he told her softly. “But when you stayed still I was very happy and very silent if you recall. Probably the only time that it will ever be that way. I much prefer you wiggling around and active.”

“I happen to really like being wiggly in your arms, darling.” There was a slight purr to her voice as she spoke. “I really, really love being able to have you close, having you loving on me the way that you do and having you touching me and making me move.”

Staring into her eyes when he lifted his head Zaidu kissed her gently. “I like you all wiggly, too,” he smiled slightly. “You can practice all your moves later on the flight. It will be a couple of hours so you’ll have lots of time.”

“Good.” Patting his chest, Bethany turned from him. “Come on, big boy. Your bags aren’t going to pack themselves. Plus we have to go shopping for me for some winter boots and a coat, so come on, honey-bunny. Time is wasting.”

Wincing at the nickname he didn’t say anything as he followed after her. “I did tell you to buy these things when we were shopping you may recall,” he commented when they reached the bedroom. “But you were too busy eyeing up the fancy heels and the pretty coat.”