Wanton (2 page)

And she was snared by the hot, dark gaze of an enormous naked Lynx. He lounged on the same rock she had perched on before she’d jumped into the pool. She knew his scent. It was
him.
The male who’d hunted her. He watched her, possessive heat in his eyes. He came no closer, but his fingers played over the long shaft of his cock, stroking it in time with the thrusting dicks that moved within her.

Her breath caught, heat exploding through her. How she could be more turned on than she was right now, she wasn’t certain, but his gaze upon her, sliding over her, made her burn hotter than she’d ever been in her life. A whimper spilled from her throat. Spellbound, she couldn’t look away.

The two cocks pistoned into her until she had to bite back a scream. The big Lynx watched her, a predatory smile parting his lips to reveal long fangs. Only her heightened vision made it possible for her to see him in the fading twilight, but it captured every erotic detail. The defined abs, sloping pecs, the long, hard cock. But it was his dark, fathomless gaze that held her. She felt it move over her like a caress, commanding her response. Her heart hammered, her muscles screamed as she moved…for him. It was madness. It was intoxicating.

Some instinct flickered to life within her, something she should recognize, but she squelched it, shoved it away. Her instincts had betrayed her before. It was enough that she’d come to Wild and learned to embrace her feline side again. Her faith in herself had been broken when she saw how little of
Jenise
remained after Shane died. She’d rebuild it, but it took time. For now, the only instinct she was listening to was the one that said she needed to satisfy the heat that held her body in thrall.

Ryan’s hips rolled against her, changing the angle of his thrusts. His lips closed over the cords of her neck, and he scored her sensitive flesh with sharp fangs. The never-ending penetration made her shudder as Eric’s dick pushed into her cunt in the space of a heartbeat and Ryan’s cock stretched her ass in the next. She couldn’t take it. She loved it.

Low cries spilled from her throat as her excitement boiled over. Hot and cold tingles flashed over her skin, and her breath quickened to desperate little gasps. It was all too much, the male watching her, the two working her body…. She felt orgasm shimmering just beyond her reach.

And then the white-hot pleasure broke over her, dragging her under like a riptide. Ryan and Eric moved faster, filling her with punishing speed until they slammed into her at once. Her mouth opened and a woman’s scream mingled with a Lynx’s shriek, both sides of her nature pushed beyond endurance. They froze, coming inside her in long jets of fluid.

“Yes! Ryan, Eric…
yes!
” Her tight sheath contracted over and over again as she came, so hard her vision darkened around the edges. Still she couldn’t look away from the big male’s dark gaze. His jaw clenched and she watched his fingers move faster, pumping his cock harder until he came with her. Her hand fisted in Eric’s hair, wishing it was her stalker’s dark locks. Her torso arched again when Eric bit the sensitive underside of her breast, and her pussy spasmed in a harsh aftershock of orgasm. She twisted under the lashes of ecstasy. The feline within her writhed, loving the males’ attention, which fed the dwindling heat.

She closed her eyes and went limp in their arms, sobbing for air. Her muscles shook as they cooled, shivers breaking over her skin. Long moments passed before the rush of her heartbeat slowed in her ears, and her mind cleared of lust and heat. Ryan and Eric slid their cocks from her body, dragging a groan from all of them. She lay back, floating in the cold water. It tugged at her hair, swirling the pale brown strands around her shoulders.

Her gaze went to the boulder above the pond, but the large male had disappeared. If disappointment spun through her, she dismissed it as a lost chance to rut again. But it was no great loss. There was always a willing male—or two—nearby during Wild. She rolled her shoulders as though settling a bit more comfortably in her own skin. Every moment that had passed during this week had helped her embrace a bit more of her inner nature. She needed that. It was one of the final steps into reclaiming herself. And it felt good, right. She wanted to be whole again, without reference to anyone else.

Bobbing upright, she saw Eric stretch his arms over his head and yawn. “I think I’m going to take a little catnap before rejoining the festivities. Care to join me?”

She shook her head and offered him a smile. “I’m going to swim for a while. Have fun.”

He nodded, already wading toward the shore. “Maybe I’ll see you next year.”

“Maybe.” But she doubted it. Who knew which Lynx one might play with during Wild? They came from all over the continent to this one location each year. Canadian, American…even a few Eurasian Lynx would gather here. It was unlikely she’d ever see either of these men again. The thought didn’t bother her. Neither of them was her mate, after all. They were here for the same reason she was—to fuck others of their kind with shameless abandon.

She glanced at Ryan, only to see his body go rigid and his gaze sharpen as he stared intently at the tree line beyond the pool’s rocky bank. Tilting her head, she followed the direction of his gaze. The scent of another female came to her. Young, ripe with heat. Irresistible to a male in his prime. Jenise didn’t bother to hide her grin when he looked over at her. Nodding toward the other female slinking through the dense underbrush, she winked. “Don’t let me stop you.”

“Enjoy Wild.” And then he was gone, dipping down to skim beneath the surface of the water.

“Always.” She wondered for a moment if the young woman knew she was being hunted. Perhaps. In the end, it didn’t matter. The result would be the same. That was Wild.

Propelling herself through the pool, Jenise clambered onto the huge rocks beneath the waterfall. The icy water splattered against her, and she shivered when the wind hit her flesh. Night had fallen since she’d entered the pool, and with it came frigid temperatures. She would change into her feline form for warmth when she left the water. Leaning her head back, she let the cold liquid rush over her body and rinse away the scents of her two lovers.

Crashing in the distant underbrush brought her head up. She expected to see Ryan and the young female, but instead saw a couple several years older emerge from the forest. The woman tucked a lock of sandy-blonde hair behind her ear as she backed away from the enormous man.

“Marra.” His bass voice growled so low only Jenise’s sensitive feline hearing could discern the word over the rush of wind and water.

Marra danced on her toes just outside his reach. In a move almost too quick to follow, his hand snapped out, caught her wrist and flipped her over his broad shoulder. She laughed and squealed in the same breath. “Saxon!”

The two were obviously mated, the bond between them a powerful thing to witness. A harsh pang hit Jenise’s chest, and she turned her face away from their private tryst. The relentless loneliness she’d known for the past two years pierced her soul. The other woman’s throaty chuckle spilled forth, and Jenise heard Saxon carry his mate into the trees.

Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes to keep the water out and let the roar of it sooth her. It drowned out the noises of the surrounding forest, the screeching night owls, the chirp of frogs…the screams of rutting Lynx.

“Are you going to stay in there all night, or do I have to come up there and get you?” a sexy masculine voice called from the pool below her.

She jerked upright, startling so badly that she lost her footing on the slick boulders and crashed into the deep water. Sucking in a breath, she choked on the freezing liquid. Panic closed in around her and she clawed for the surface. Dark spots swam before her vision as her legs scissored in the water. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t
breathe.
A muscular arm wrapped around her, propelling her upward until her head broke through.

Sputtering water, she clung to broad shoulders and wound her legs tight around a lean waist. She buried her face against his neck and just focused on pulling in oxygen. Her hair streamed into her eyes and frigid beads of moisture trailed down her skin as he waded out of the pool. He held her gently, his hand stroking up and down her back while she coughed and wheezed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His voice was a deep, soothing rumble. “I’m Daniel. What’s your name?”

“Jenise.” She leaned back a little to look at him. His brows drew together in a frown, concern darkening his gaze as he searched her face.

It hit her then. The instinct she’d denied earlier would no longer be ignored. It struck her squarely in the solar plexus, squeezing out what little air was left in her lungs.

Mate.

Oh, God, help her.

Mate.

Her claws dug into his flesh, raking down his chest as she scrambled to get away. He set her on her feet and dropped his hands. He lifted a placating palm when she hissed at him and skittered back. His frown deepened from concern to confusion. “What’s wrong, my mate?”

She shook her head wildly, the damp strands of her hair whipping across her cheeks. “Don’t call me that!”

He shoved a hand through his ebony curls and released a breath. “But it’s the truth. You’ve obviously sensed it, Jenise.”

The way he said her name made it sound as though he savored the taste of it on his tongue. She shivered, crossing her arms over her bare breasts to cover the way his nearness made her nipples harden. Her reaction was more intense than when he’d watched her fuck Eric and Ryan.

His gaze locked on the bite mark that scored her collarbone. Shane’s mark. Lifting his fingers, Daniel brushed their very tips over it. She flinched away and shuddered as pain and pleasure hit her simultaneously. “I—I was mated before. He died.”

“When?”

She swallowed hard, forcing the words out. “Two years ago.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Daniel stepped closer, and her breathing hitched. His lips brushed over the mark in a soft kiss before moving to her earlobe. His breath whispered over her damp skin, and she couldn’t hold back a shiver. His deep voice rumbled in her ear. “But I’m happy for my gain. My mate. Jenise.”

Fire exploded in her veins, her cunt contracting at just the words on his lips. His mouth closed over the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. His touch, his kiss, made wetness gather in her sex. Dragging in a steadying breath was no help; it only made his scent curl into her nostrils like sultry, seductive perfume. She swayed toward him, her breasts brushing against the rough silk of his chest. Her breath caught and heady pleasure coiled through her.

Every instinct inside made her want to lose herself in the sensation, the bonding, the endless amazing sex that only a mate could give a woman. A small choking sound wrenched from her throat as she twisted away from him. She couldn’t sacrifice herself again; she wasn’t the girl she once was. She was stronger than that. Her instincts
had
to be wrong, but even that knowledge couldn’t keep the passion at bay. She so badly wanted him to fuck her. She
needed
it. Heat still held her body tight, grinding through her in a way it only could at Wild. She scrabbled backward up the shore, her heart pounding with a mix of terror and excitement.

A wicked smile curved his lips. He balanced on the balls of his feet, tensing to see what she would do, which direction she would go. The hot anticipation in his eyes fed the sexual heat mounting in her body, twisting tight within her.

Spinning on her toes, she darted away. Her instincts reveled in the chase. The hunt. The age-old mating ritual.

The sound of her harsh breath echoed in her ears; the pounding of her heart was a distant roar. She crashed through the brush, going for speed over stealth. Leaping over a log, she doubled back on her own path and ran straight for the waterfall. The scent of water drew her forward. He was so close behind her at times she could feel the heat of his body. She sensed he held back, allowing her escape to let the chase go on, ratcheting the anticipation up to a screaming pitch.

She could see the light coming through the thinning trees as she neared the waterfall. Just before she reached it, Daniel’s arm snapped around her waist and lifted her off her feet. Her back hit the rough bark of a tree, and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist for balance. Her breasts crushed against his chest and the crisp hair at his groin brushed between her thighs. His cock was hard, the tip pressed to her sex, but not entering. Need streaked through her. She’d never wanted anything the way she wanted him now. “Daniel.”

“That was fun.” His chest expanded with each bellowing breath, and his fangs were fully extended. His fingers flexed on her hips, the tips of his claws sharp and deadly against her skin. The feral side of his nature shone from his eyes, while a smile curved his lips. He was enjoying this, the hunt for his mate. This was a man who embraced the Lynx within him.

So different from her first mate.

She shoved that thought away. No. She would not accept this. But her body was held open by his muscular thighs, pinned against the tree. Still he didn’t slide his cock into her sheath. She couldn’t escape him, but he didn’t push her. He stroked the backs of his knuckles over her cheekbone, retracting his claws as he tangled his fingers in her hair.

Pulling her head up, he claimed her lips with his and plunged his tongue into her mouth. The possessive act was harsh and animalistic, calling to the Lynx inside her as they warred for control of the kiss. The head of his cock rubbed against her slick labia, making her burn for him and only him. She bit him, and he jerked his head back with a hiss. A low chuckle moved her belly against his and she licked the taste of him from her lips. His sharp gaze followed the movement, his pupils dilating.

The intensity of her need for him shook her to the core. She was so hot, so wet and ready. She whimpered, relaxing the grip of her thighs until she sank down on his dick. The stretch was exquisite; he was so big. A purr soughed from her throat as her muscles clasped him tight. He slid from her until just the bulbous crest of his cock nestled inside her pussy, then he thrust into her. Hard. Her body jolted with each slow, hard push and she couldn’t hold back a moan. The tree was rough against her skin, but she was beyond caring. She needed this too much.