He fucked her mouth while he spoke, giving her the fantasy he couldn’t shake. “I want to watch you lick me down. But you want a sixty-nine first, don’t you?”
She nodded enthusiastically and sucked harder.
“No, stop.” He nearly came. “I don’t want to fill your mouth. Not yet. I left you all wet.” He waited for the shock to set in, but she let him slide from her mouth and smiled.
“I like it. I like you inside me.”
He heard the wolf in her answer, and his approved. “Good. Because we’re not doing condoms.”
She shook her head.
“And if you’re pregnant, so much the better.” Should he tell her how much he loved her now? No. He wanted to give her the romance, but tonight was all about dirty, sexy fucking. A treat for his sexually starved mate. The poor thing.
He grinned. “Man. I never imagined tonight would happen like this. You are awesome, you know that?”
She smiled back, and he wanted to think he saw her heart in her eyes. That the love he felt was so full because some of it was a reflection of what she felt. He knew so much about her. Her likes and dislikes, her styles in fashion and décor, how she preferred banana to strawberry and couldn’t stand peanuts. But this intimacy between them he couldn’t have imagined.
Monty moved back and lay down. Then he motioned for her to come over him. “Turn around and put that perfect mouth around my cock. Yeah, that’s it.” He groaned when she engulfed him. “This won’t last long. Shit.” He arched his hips when she grazed her teeth along the underside of his crown. “Now put that pussy over my mouth. I need to lick that cream. Oh yeah. You are wet, aren’t you?”
He loved their combined scent, but it was her need that pulled at him. His wolf circled inside him, needing to feel it. Monty licked her and sucked her. He slid his finger inside her, then added another. And when she increased her fervor, mouthing his cock like a pro, he slicked his pinky through her juices and rimmed her asshole.
She moaned and took him to the back of her throat, gagging as she did so.
He held on hard to stop from coming. Monty pulled back from her clit. “Go easy, baby. Don’t hurt yourself.” But his frisky mate did it again. At first awkward, it didn’t take her long to master the art of deep-throating.
She pulled away to say, “I practiced on a banana. Well, a condom-covered one. I wanted to be ready for you.”
For me, or for someone else, he wanted to ask. But she resumed her feast, and he could no longer think. He gave himself up to instinct as he layered another scent marker over her, pleased as hell when she gave her own right back. He licked and sucked and fingered her, playing with her pussy and ass until she came over his tongue.
As she shivered and released, she sucked him like a Hoover. And when she tightened her hand around his balls and hollowed her cheeks again, he jetted down her throat. The orgasm swept his emotions up as well, and he swirled about in a haze of love and contentment he’d never felt before.
Sophie finished swallowing him down and let him fall from her mouth at the same time he pushed her up from his lips. The mating scent permeated her room.
“God, you were so hard.” She turned around and accepted the tug of his hand to lie on top of him.
“So were you. A firm little clit under my tongue. Man, I love the way you taste.”
She rubbed her cheek against his chest, and he could almost see her blushing.
“So you’re okay with this? With us, Sophie?”
“Oh yeah.”
Monty felt her sigh through to his bones. “Good. Me too.”
“Me too,” she repeated, then yawned.
His mate. His future. And, God willing, his pup growing inside her even now. Monty closed his eyes and fell asleep, happiness not only in his reach, but in his arms.
Chapter Five
Ted Norris sighed as he hunkered down, studying the mess of tracks that the rain had partially wiped away. A noise nearby caught his attention, and without moving more than his hand clutching a knife, he noted the baby rabbit darting across the forest floor. Poor thing, looking lost, too young to be without its mother.
Ted flung the knife and skewered the rabbit into the ground, right again with the world. Predator hunting prey. The strong triumphing over the weak, as it should be.
“Dad—”
The glare he sent his oldest had Brett correcting himself. “Ted, this isn’t getting us anywhere. You need to heal. We can only avoid the wolves so long before they find us. The mountains just aren’t that big to these fuckers.”
Brett had a point. Still. “What have I always told you? You don’t let the world know your weaknesses, boy. There’s no father and son out there. No friends. Hunters hunt, and sometimes we die,” he ended on a growl, remembering the half dozen in his last Hunting expedition that he’d lost. Damn fine men, a victim to the unnatural shapeshifters tainting the righteous man’s world.
His son didn’t flinch. A definite improvement. “Boy? I’m thirty-five years old. And I’ve killed my share of freaks, same as you.”
Ted snorted. “Your point?”
“I’m a Hunter. I know when to cut my losses, regroup and start fresh. I know how to be smart. You taught me that.” Brett frowned and gripped the sling of his rifle. “We need to get back so you can heal. You favor your left side, and your face looks infected. Charlie’s home manning the store, and all’s quiet there. But last I talked to him, he said a buddy of his ran into a few dickhead cats sniffing around. Could make problems for us if others find out.”
Ted nodded. Working alongside their normal prey to get a shot at finding a Shifter hot spot had been genius, but his community wasn’t known for wheeling and dealing. A big reason why so many of his friends were dying. They stuck to tradition, going for the big kill. But times had changed. Technology could be useful, and so could allies in strange places. Imagine Hunters making friends with shapeshifters. It wasn’t done.
Then again, Ted hadn’t ever intended to make good on his pledge of alliance. He’d planned to use the cats, then skin them alive, one by one.
“I had him, you know.” Ted stood and retrieved his knife. He wiped blood on a bed of moss and stuck the knife back in its sheath around his thigh. “Demon was there.”
Demon—the cold-blooded Shifter he’d never broken, not in the six blessed years he’d held on to the creature. That monster wolf had fought and killed more Shifters and Hunters than any other Ac-taw Ted had ever owned. Demon had been a favorite in the pits and Ted’s personal pride and joy. And then the fucker managed to escape, taking out two of Ted’s best friends in the process.
“It wasn’t him.” Brett shook his head. “Bill was there, and he told me what he saw. Nothing special, just more of the same animals. Demon’s dead. I killed him myself.”
“Bullshit. You barely nicked him that night he took off. And Bill doesn’t know what he saw. He was too busy trying to save his own ass.”
“And yours.”
“So what? I was this close to having Demon once again. My pet wolf. And then we were overrun.” He’d been so close to success. Working with shapeshifters from Florida had been the key. A spat with some of their own kind in Montana had resulted in an unlikely partnership with Ted. In the process, he’d actually managed to get his hands on not one, but two cats in the mountains of Glacier National Forest.
The male had been a problem. He was vicious, even half-dead. But the female held promise. Young, beautiful and cold. She’d tried to play him, as if Ted hadn’t known her agenda from the start. He had to appreciate her intelligence, though. She would have made him some real money in the animal trade, but then the shit hit the fan and his group had been overrun with Ac-taw. He’d lost control of the situation, only to watch Demon appear as if out of nowhere. Like a vision, the wolf had raced into the fracas and stood protectively over the half-dead cat.