Prey (3 page)

Her eyes fluttered shut.
Instantly, she was in a vortex of
longing
and she had no clue where they came from
.
He nipped her full bottom lip and flicked his tongue over the sting
to soothe it. Large hands weighed heavily on her hips, burrowing
under the waistband of her jeans. Blunt fingertips dug into the
soft skin of her ass. She needed to stop him. But, her body wasn’t
listening to her mind. She hiked up her leg, wrapping it around his
thigh. Juices flowed through her pussy, dampening her
panties.

He traced his tongue along her throat,
gently sucking her skin between his teeth in intervals. The button
on her jeans popped, and the lowering of her zipper was loud to her
ears. She pushed her hands between them, skating over the planes of
the solid wall of his chest. His heart beat a rhythmic tattoo
against her palm. El’s head dipped lower, the rasp of his tongue
along the sensitive skin of her cleavage sent electricity jumping
along her nerves. She swallowed caught up in the intensity of his
touch.

She pushed at his chest, and he lifted
his head to stare at her with vibrant moss green eyes. His voice
rumbled and vibrated through his chest. “Will you deny us this
pleasure?”

Nae licked her lips. “I came to haul
you back to Reno, not fuck you in public.”

“
I don’t care where I take
you.” He ran an index finger along her chin. “But, I
will
have
you.”

El hauled her up against him. The
length of his cock protruded through the material of his pants, and
all she wanted to do was dry hump his thigh. He spun them around
and levered a leg over the motorcycle. Sliding an arm around her
waist, he heaved her up and planted her in his lap, facing
him.

“
Hold on.” He leaned
forward, and the cold steel beneath her ass rumbled to a start. She
locked her legs behind him. He jerked her forward against his
erection and sucked her earlobe between his lips. He bit down, and
her nipples hardened to points, pressing into the cotton cups of
her bra. A series of escalating moans harmonized with the roar of
the bike as he gunned the engine.

She folded her arms around his neck,
past the point of caring that he was her bounty; the man she’d
hunted across eight states. Nae flexed her pelvis, sliding her
cleft against his erection. Hell, she could handcuff him to the bed
when they were through.

He leaned back, and she followed his
movements. His motorcycle hurled them into the night like a rocket.
Wind buffeted her back and blew strands of her hair around their
faces. He gathered the tresses in a fist and took a tight turn
throwing her forward. His laugh reverberated through her bust. From
her vantage point, it appeared as if the moon was following them,
until the white lines disappeared in to the darkness. She tangled
her fingers into the liquid silk of his hair and gripped handfuls
of locks at the roots. He growled, and she tugged again. His thighs
flexed, and they moved faster through the night.

She would pay for her indiscretion,
she was sure of it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. At
the moment, she really didn’t give a damn.

***

El throttled the bike and shifted
gears, hugging the curves of the deserted road as they climbed to a
higher elevation. He hadn’t been sure where he would take her, and
then inspiration struck. Table rock was the perfect place to slake
his thirst for the hot female. Then, maybe they could get to
whatever issues brought her into his territory.

He was known through the shifter
nations, and his disregard for human life was fairly well
documented. Someone had sent this unsuspecting woman into his
lion’s den. She tugged at his head, and he couldn’t call back the
growl erupting through his lips. She seemed to take pleasure in his
warning and yanked again. His incisors lengthened and sharp teeth
filled his mouth digging into his gums. He found her lack of fear
exhilarating. Hell, he’d made hard men cry as they pissed on
themselves in fear.

But, he was no longer in
South Africa standing with his brothers, protecting vulnerable
villagers and their homes from ruthless men determined to take
their land. The long lasting symbiotic relationship his pride had
with the tribes slowly disappeared. Younger tribal members sold
their parents parcels of land from under the older generations and
started hunting his brethren for profit. After the genocide, he had
no reason to trust humans. They had lost respect for his people and
he saw no reason to continue to protect them. Seeing his clansmen
die and the cubs lose their mothers made him seek out a better
place for his tribe. He led his pride to a
new
country where they could live
without worry. Maintaining a low key lifestyle was the
goal.

He stared at the long column of his
soon-to-be-lover’s throat and tapped down the hunger to claim her
right then. The motorcycle wobbled from his distraction. Her arms
tightened around his neck. Where the hell did that idea come from?
She was there to satisfy an itch, nothing more.

Something was off, he was meticulous
about who he did business with after the slaughter of his clansmen.
He called in all debts owed and carefully evacuated the remaining
members of his pride to Oregon. The only ones left behind were
those who chose to stay, a handful at most, including his brother
Ellory. His sibling had a misplaced sense of justice. Ellory wanted
to seek revenge and wipe out the people who’d brought death to
their race. But, not El; he’d seen the writing on the wall. With
the humans outnumbering them five to one, it would’ve been a futile
endeavor. He heeded Gunter’s warning and sought a way to pull his
people out of harm’s way.

As chief, it was paramount to save as
many pride members as he could. They’d left years ago, and he still
hadn’t heard from his brother since they’d parted. Bad blood ran
thick between them.

More than once, Gunter talked him out
of going back and retrieving the few who’d elected to stay behind.
He knew his brother wasn’t dead; he would have felt it if he’d
died. But, given his responsibility to those who’d chosen to come
with him, he stayed in the states.

It took them a while to adjust, but
they created a community in the rain ridden state. As part of the
agreement for asylum with his new country, he and his team acquired
contracts for clandestine work through what was now a faction of
Homeland Security. It was a win-win situation. Since he was the one
who arranged the contracts, he tended to take the deadlier
operations and gave the younger members of his team the easier
jobs. No one knew the difference. It satisfied his taste for blood,
and the money would keep his people going for years, eventually
putting the cubs through school so they could easily move into
legitimate businesses.

Soft lips brushed his chin. He
released her hair and traced his knuckles down her spine. She
arched into him. Yeah, this whole situation felt like a set-up, but
what the hell did it matter when he had a hot woman in his arms who
he was ready to bend over and bury his dick in. He stopped and
dropped his feet. The bike shuddered when he cut it off. She
glanced behind her, and then twisted her torso. He knew what she
was seeing. The wide expanse of trees below them looked like a dark
sea. Moon beams swept across the tops, coating them in a silvery
sheen. When the wind blew, the branches rustled like cresting
waves.

She swung around to face him. “That’s
a beautiful view, but I was thinking more along the lines of a bed
surrounded by four walls and a roof.”

“
You stomp into my home
without a care as to how you’re going to get me out of it. Is your
sense of adventure only attached to your need to try man’s
laws?”

She let go of his neck and put her
arms behind her to grip his knees. “You talk funny.”

“
You mean I speak
properly.” He shrugged.

“
No I mean
you talk funny
. I know
what I said. Who are you?”

“
Right now, I’m a man who
wants a taste of your nectar.”

She cocked her head. “I want you to
know nothing has changed I will haul your ass to Reno.”

“
I look forward to you
trying.” He cupped her face in his palms. “Until then, I want every
bit of what you’ll willingly offer. I want to touch your soul and
hear you scream my name.”

“
That’s quite an
undertaking. Are you sure you’re up to it?” She smirked.

“
Baby, I will ruin you for
other men.” He pulled her face forward.

Slipping his tongue past her lips,
sugar and spice combined to produce a sweet heat, and it exploded
across his taste buds. His digits skated down her neck and along
her arms. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists; she broke the
kiss and leaned back to stare at him. With a sigh, she angled her
head and recaptured his mouth.

The heat of her pussy
flowed through her jeans, and his shaft surged against his zipper.
El
took her hands and drew them down on
his erection. His cock jerked.
She played
with the tab of his zipper and pulled it down, freeing his dick. It
bobbed in the night air, and slid her
palm
around the base of his shaft.
Pulling her head away, she looked down at the length of his member
between them. He enclosed his fingers around hers and forced her to
move her
hand
up
and down. Tendrils of pleasure soared through his body, and his
heart pounded in his chest. She scooted back and dipped her
head.

He snatched her hair and yanked her
up. “I’m in no mood for foreplay.”

She swung a leg over the mammoth cycle
and stood. A quick shimmy had her rolling the unbuttoned pants and
panties down her legs. He narrowed his eyes and took in the thin
strip of hair covering her mons. She stepped out of the clothing
and gripped the hem of her T-shirt.

“
Taking too long, leave
it.’ He growled, reached out to snake an arm around her waist, and
drew her to him. Slipping a hand between her thighs, he grabbed her
around the knee and hefted her up. El maneuvered her over his cock,
setting the head at her channel opening.

Her nails cut into his
back as she slowly lowered herself onto his rod. Inch by
excruciatingly slow inch, her heat enveloped him. The walls of her
honeypot rippled along his
dick
. His night vision kicked in,
and everywhere he glanced took on an eerie yellow-tinged glow. The
artery in her neck beat double time. He could smell her arousal and
released her hips when he recognized his claws were erupting from
the pads of his fingers. She’d closed her eyes and dropped her head
back, exposing the soft skin of her throat. Fully seated on
his
cock
, she
didn’t move for a moment. Touched by the moons beams, her skin
glowed under his gaze. She ground her pelvis down, and his eyes
rolled back in his head as he sucked in great draughts of air.
Metal screeched and he realized his talons had punctured the casing
his seat was bolted to.

She rose up, and cold air whipped
around his shaft. Just as quickly, she dropped, taking him into her
body in one swoop. She formed a rhythm, and a ball of desire
coalesced at the base of his spine. His nuts drew up. She bounced
harder, and it was getting tough to tether his beast. His hair
lengthened, falling down his back.

He hauled her off his lap, and she
opened her eyes. El swung his leg over the bike and jumped up. With
his pants around his hips his movements were limited. He positioned
her in front of him, gripped the back of her neck, and propelled
her down so she lay over the seat. Using his other hand, he shoved
his jeans down his legs and stepped behind her.

Her slick heat called to him, and his
sack was drawn up and rigid. Holding her in place, he rammed his
cock up her channel until his balls touched the wings of her labia.
She grunted. Her sugary scent wafted up and calmed his animal. His
lion no longer fought him for control; instead, it paced back and
forth in his mind. El reared back and thrust again. She went up on
her toes as he drove as deep as could.

“
Yes, yes, yes.” She
whipped her head back and forth and she cried out.

She trembled as her climax gripped
her. Her torso bowed, backing against his hand restraining her. Her
cream flowed over his cock. He surged forward to touch her womb and
roared from his own release.

Carefully, he pulled free and she
slumped across the leather. “You never told me your
name?”

“
Nae McCain,” her answer
was muffled as she spoke at the ground.

“
Where are you staying
Nae?” He pulled his jeans up.

She eased up and twisted around before
sitting back down. “Honestly, I figured I would cuff you and we get
the hell out of here. No motel necessary.”

He stared down at her. “Nae, you are
infinitely entertaining.” He helped her up. “You will stay with
me.”

“
Uh … not
happening.”

“
Why not?” The idea of her
refusal irked him.

“
You’re a wanted
criminal?”

“
I guess there is that.”
He snorted. “Imagine how much easier it will be to claim me if
we’re under the same roof.”