Regale, Rhea - Wild Hunts [Blood Moon Legacy 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rhea Regale

  Business first.

  The man paused halfway up the hill. He lifted his head and angled his face to the sky. The reflective lenses of his eyes flashed a rainbow of color before locking on him. The hint of moonlight peeking out from behind clouds cast the man’s face in an icy white glow. He was a rugged wolf, a cruel wolf. One with a reputation of mauling anything that posed a threat to the woman under his care.

  That woman belongs to us.

  The man approached him. Micah slid off the hood of his truck and met him by the side of the cabin. Tension sizzled like live electrical wires. Every muscle in Micah’s body thrummed with his hunter’s instinct, keeping him alert to any possible threat. The man mirrored his territorial stance, the warning radiating from his cold amber eyes.

  “I don’t suppose it’s in your nature to ask my permission to see my sister,” the man growled. His upper lip twitched. “Who are you?”

  “You know who I am,” Micah responded with equal coolness. “Or have you forgotten?”

  “I never heard the names.”

  “Best you hear them and remember them.” Micah tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes on the man. “Micah Castrove.”

  “Ah, that’s right. You and the other are brothers.” The man looked around his property in silent surveillance. “Where is the other?”

  “Don’t be concerned with him. I’m the one standing in front of you.”

  “Keep up the fucking lip, bro, and I don’t give a shit whether you’re mate to my sister or not. I’ll fucking castrate you…where you stand.”

  “And next time you leave her scent uncovered for those rebels to track, I’ll fucking peel back your throat,” Micah countered. “You put her in danger. What kind of guardian are you?”

  “I’m a guardian checking out the competence level of her proposed mates,” the man sneered. Micah didn’t miss the flash of wolf treading extremely close to this guy’s surface. The tension intensified. The hair on his arms bristled. His own fur began to grow. His teeth tapered into lethal fangs. “But even after covering her trail, I question your stupidity for engaging members of my pack.”

  “You were a fucking fool to have them stalk us while with her.”

  “Don’t flash me your fangs, pup. I’ll be glad to remove them with my fingers,” the man growled. He leaned into Micah. “And I don’t use anesthetics.” He brought his feet under him, constricting the space between them. Micah noted the man’s stature, a solid, muscular build that almost matched his own brawn. “Learn your manners when you pay a visit to another’s home. Come back here with threats, you’ll learn the hard way just how lucky you were tonight to walk away without a scratch.”

  The man shouldered past him. Micah simmered in his heated anger for a split moment before grabbing his arm. A deep rumbling growl reverberated through the man’s body, not the least bit intimidating to Micah.

  “I’ve heard rumors about you through the wolf communities. Some dubbed you the Guardian. Death Dealer is another, more melodramatic signature. Regardless, much of what these wolves have said bordered on superstition. They believe the whites were slaughtered during the Blood Moon massacre. You have a reputation that frightens any wolf with half a brain.” Micah said. He turned to face the man. His blood was running cold in his veins, his patience thinning. He came to find out who this man was, not butt heads.

  “You don’t fall into that category, then.”

  “No, because you don’t frighten me. Many know of you, but what do you know of me?” Micah snickered under his breath as the man finally looked back at him, mouth set in a firm line. His jaw ticked and even in this dull moonlight, he could see a faint red tinge the man’s cheeks. “Nothing, correct?” Micah released his arm and took a step back. “That’s because anyone who crosses me, or my brother, doesn’t live to tell about it. Consider yourself lucky I didn’t slaughter those two who sacked us tonight. Had I not caught the similar scent between you and your sister, you and your men would’ve been another lost body.”

  “Is that a threat?”

  Micah shrugged a shoulder and arched a brow. “You challenged our, oh what did you call it, competence. I’d suggest you relax a dozen notches or so before someone gets hurt. And it won’t be Slade, your sister, or myself. She will be protected. If you love her as much as I suspect, you’ll work with us rather than against.”

  At last, Micah tipped his head and took a long, deep breath. As the air seeped out of his lungs, a calm settled over him. He had made his point, put his hand on the table, and now waited for this man’s response. One way or another, he’d claim what was his. No brother would stand in the way of what the spirits wished of him.

  “She wouldn’t have sustained the injuries she had tonight if we were with her. As it was, we’re lucky we got there when we did. That rabid dog was rousing,” Micah added. He folded his arms over his chest, but by no means was it a submissive move. “You were still trotting through the forest, trying to locate her.”

  The man eyed him begrudgingly. After a long, tenuous silence, he straightened his shoulders to Micah and held out his hand.

  “Name’s Jordan Jones. For the record, I was watching you two stalk my sister. We know how to throw our scent. Don’t be fooled.”

  Micah accepted the offer of a handshake. Good to know that tidbit.

  “My sister’s Kasa Jones.” Jordan scoured his gaze from his boots up to his hair. “Good thing at least one of her mates has a dominant streak. You’re in for a wild ride with her.”

  “I’m sure, if her defiance toward you speaks for anything.”

  “And what defiance is that?”

  “She didn’t run with her tail between her legs. Your sister has pride, and pride can procure stubbornness.”

  Jordan hooked his thumbs on his jeans. Micah unfolded his arms and dug his keys from his coat pocket.

  “Sounds like you know what you’re talking about,” Jordan muttered as he started back to his cabin. Micah retreated to his truck, satisfied with the outcome of this long confrontation.

  “I do, more than anyone will ever know.”

  Chapter Three

  Slade pressed into the cozy cabin, fallen beer bottle in hand. The stricken expression on the sweet little lady’s face made him all the more hungry for a piece of meat. Tender, juicy, white wolf meat. By the scent he caught in the air, she was primed and ready for feasting. His cock throbbed against the zipper of his jeans, aching to break free and take what was rightfully his. And Micah’s.

  “You’re not wearing much to be keeping that door open.” He kicked the door shut, which jerked her from her trance. She jumped and the glaze over her startling amber eyes vanished.

  “Who are you?” she demanded.

  The sharp edge he suspected she aimed for fell flat on a seductive roll. His gaze lowered from her eyes to her mouth. Lush pink lips glistened with fresh moisture from her having just licked them. A light red hue stroked the fine structure of her cheeks. Strands of her black, chin-length bangs fell free from behind her ears. It took everything he had not to tuck them back. The rest of her hair was twisted up in some half-wet messy fashion, held by a clip.

  “Slade Castrove. You must be Kasa. Nice to meet you.” He shot her a playful smile and continued his lingering journey down her body. Ah yes. A tank top hugged full, round breasts, pert nipples poking against the striped fabric. Her frame narrowed at her waist, flared out slightly at her hips, and followed down the length of finely-toned legs. At the moment, he wanted to touch her everywhere, feel her, taste her.

  Fuck, the hunger to claim her was near blinding.

  “Smells good in here,” he added. Boy does it ever. He tore his gaze away from the siren in front of him and surveyed the small living quarters. He spotted a cut up steak on the counter and started toward it. “Mind if I have a bite? I’m famished.”

  “Hey,” she choked. He was halfway to the kitchen when she grabbed his arm and hopped in front of him. “Hey! Who the hell are you to come barging into
my house, take my beer, and help yourself to my food? No, I don’t think so!”

  “Didn’t take your beer.” Slade took a swig from the bottle. He licked the flavor of her mouth from the lip and had to suppress a shudder. He handed it back to her and she took it, all the while staring at the lip. “Caught it when you dropped it. As for barging, you seemed a little shocked. Figured if you didn’t want me in, you’d have kicked the door shut in my face. So, took your reaction as a silent invitation. Food?” Slade laughed quietly. He tipped her chin up with a quick brush of his finger. “Honey, I can’t see your tiny stomach taking that entire steak. Besides, I’m much more manageable on a full stomach.”

  “M–manage…What the hell are you talking about?”

  Slade pinched a piece of meat between his fingers and popped it into his mouth. The cool juices ran over his tongue, making his jaw tight, and he sighed. After savoring the bite, he blinked and pointed to it. “You made that? It’s incredible.”

  “You are one rude bastard, you know that?” Kasa grated between clenched teeth. She slammed her beer bottle on the countertop. A small spray of liquid spattered from the long-neck over the Formica. “I should bite your hand for touching my food.”

  “Go ’head, baby doll. I like a little rough play.” His smile grew in step with her frustration. He helped himself to another piece of rare steak and leaned back against the corner of the counter, crossing his ankles. Her gaze raked over him, sharp and fierce, but the sight of her nipples hardening further and the slight tremor that touched her fingers spoke of her thorough enjoyment doing so. What the hell, he enjoyed a frisky lady. If Kasa proved just that, then all the more fun he and his brother were going to have.

  He grabbed his engorged dick through his jeans and adjusted it. Kasa swallowed loudly, attention fixed on his sheathed cock. Her lips parted on a breath. He lifted a brow, still holding himself.

  “I’d stop eyein’ me like that steak of yours unless you wanna taste of this meat.” He chuckled, low and raspy. The sight of her, warm and rosy, and the scent of her sudden arousal made his mouth dry.

  “Get over yourself,” she muttered before turning away from him. He released his cock and moved up behind her as she dumped the remaining beer into the kitchen sink. He encompassed her between his body and the counter, leaning his hands against the edge. She stiffened. His attention dropped to her bare nape, a few loose strands of hair caressing her creamy flesh. He licked his lips, desperately ignoring the pain in his groin. Kasa began to twist around. He grabbed her wrist and held her still, back to his front. “Slade, I’m warning you—”

  “Don’t go warning me about anything, lovely. Your yips don’t frighten me.”

  “My brother will.”

  “I don’t think so. At the moment, my brother is speaking with him in terms of handing you over to our care.” He dipped his head and inhaled the clean scent of her skin. It filled his spirit, his wolf recognizing his mate. Fire erupted in his blood. Even restrained, he felt the moisture cresting the top of his cock, wetting the inside of his jeans.

  Without second thought, Slade rubbed himself against the delicate curve of Kasa’s lower back. The tightness in her muscles unraveled and a moan escaped her lips. When she tried to look back at him, he playfully bit her neck, mimicking his earlier claim of her scruff. Her fingers tightened against his wrist and she pressed her round ass into him.

  “Ah yes, Kasa. See, we’ll take care of you.” Slade drew a slow line with his tongue from the base of her neck up to her ear. “Very, very good care of you.” He traced the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue, then drew her lobe between his teeth and nibbled. Her body trembled against him, head tipping back against his shoulder. The soft, sensual moans that filled his ears made his cock twitch. Dammit, he couldn’t take the pain anymore. “Turn your head, sweetheart. I want a nice taste of your mouth.”

  “I–I don’t think…”

  He turned her head and covered her mouth with his, kissing away the last of her words. He unfastened his jeans and pulled out his hot cock, groaning against her pliant lips. He delved his tongue into her mouth, drinking from her spiced warmth. Kasa didn’t resist, falling into each plundering kiss with a surprising degree of greed. Gripping his throbbing cock, he ran his hand along his length, trying to seek any comfort from the friction.

  Slade nibbled her bottom lip, curling his free arm around her waist. He sucked the plump flesh and finally straightened up. Kasa’s eyes were heavy-lidded and stirring with dark desires. He lowered his hand to her hip and observed the cute way she turned into him, bringing his fingers closer to where he wanted to go.

  “Micah and I can take care of you better than your brother. After all, lovely, we’re your mates,” Slade murmured. She threaded her fingers between his, leading him down the front of her shorts. “Huh-uh. You’ve been runnin’ from us. I’m not giving you what you want right now.” He angled himself and brought her hand to his cock. A small gasp escaped her swollen lips and he growled. To have that mouth on his cock, swallowing him down, sucking him off…

  “Chase over.”

  * * * *

  It didn’t matter how hard she fought the rapturous euphoria, Kasa couldn’t win. Every inch of contact with Slade made her skin erupt in maddening tingles. Her breasts were full, heavy, needing to be touched. She arched against his side, ringing her fingers around the wide crown of his cock. His body radiated heat, strength, power. Black eyes penetrated her body and spirit, pouring out the need to satiate this wild hunger. Dark hair fell over his eyes and cheeks in lustrous waves. She reached up and combed her fingers through it, reveling in the silkiness of the strands. As her hand lowered, she traced the details of his face. Sharp, rugged features formed a breathtaking picture, from his prominent cheekbones to his firm, square jaw lightly dusted with the beginnings of a beard. His lips were warm, soft, easily curving into any kind of smile he wished.

  “You plan on getting to know me?” The low, heated tone of his voice send hot sparks down to her pussy and she shifted to ease the growing discomfort. She had been horny before. Now, standing in her kitchen with a delicious man whose dick lay in her hand, she was all but putty.

  “You say you’re my mate,” Kasa purred, lightly dragging her nails down his neck and chest. She began to glide her hand over his hard, rigid cock, the moisture cresting his head creating a nice lube. She edged him back until his ass hit the counter and stopped stroking him. “How do I know you’re not lying?”

  “Guess we’ll have to see when Micah gets here.”

  Slade’s hands slid between them and cupped her breasts. She moaned, cream slipping from her pussy lips as he palmed her through her shirt.

  “You’re incredibly responsive. I bet anything can turn you on.” He pinched her nipples and tugged until she gasped. “Even a bit of kink.”

  “What can I say? I’m a responsive female,” Kasa teased. Slade’s eyes flashed and his smile darkened. He pulled her hand from his cock and held her fingers by her lips. His scent covered her skin and made her mouth water. Damn was this man erotic!

  “We’re bypassing courtship and going straight to the goods.” He pressed her middle finger between her lips. The salty sweet juice from his dick made her sigh. “Lick my seed from your fingers. Image it’s my cock in your mouth.”

  Her gaze lowered to his cock. Her fingertips hadn’t even touched when she stroked him. He was huge and thick, velvety, hot, and heavy. The ridges along his staff strained. Beads of moisture seeped from his slit. She began licking her fingers, sucking his flavor from her appendages, all while eyeing the cream that glistened over his wide crown.

  As the last of his taste filled her mouth, she lifted her gaze to his. The deep, fathomless hunger that filled his eyes brought goose bumps to her arms. She tried to breathe, but his intense stare made it difficult to draw air into her lungs. She ached, she throbbed, and she wanted to fuck him.

  At the moment, she didn’t care that he had barged into her home and eaten her s
teak. Nor did she care that he had pinned her down to the forest floor earlier that night. In fact, she wanted him on top of her again, covering her with his thick muscles and solid form.

  “Good wolf,” he praised, but it left his lips on a thick wave of predatory hunger. “Now, go ahead and take off those cute little shorts of yours.”

  “Why don’t you take them off, if you’re so damn desperate,” Kasa challenged. Oh yeah, she wanted them off. All off. But she wasn’t about to let this man, however gorgeous and right he might be, boss her around. She held the reins of her life. She had no intentions of giving them up yet.

  “I had a feeling you’d be a feisty canine.”

  Kasa had no time to react before she found herself flung over Slade’s broad shoulder.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Kasa shrieked. She pounded on his back as he moved briskly around the kitchen. His fingers hooked on the waist of her shorts and tore them off her. She paused retaliating. The cool cabin air caressed her sopping pussy. Her shorts dropped to the floor behind them. “Don’t you think about dominating me—”

  His large hand came down on her ass. A sharp sting erupted over her cheeks and plucked the feverish desires coiled in her womb. Moisture coated her cunt and inner thighs.

  “Like that, do you?” Slade teased.

  “Don’t you dare think to smack me again—”

  Thwack.

  Pain quickly turned to pleasure when Slade’s warm, wet tongue lapped her cheek where he had spanked her.

  “Oh my,” she murmured, falling limp over his shoulder.

  His tongue swirled over her tender flesh. Each lap, each nibble seemed to connect with the primitive throbbing ache in her core, plucking her like a harp. Her nerves resonated with the aftershock of his spanks. Each step he took, her hands bounced off the solid mounds of his ass. The clinking of his metal belt rang in her ears, a reminder that his jeans were open. Curious, Kasa slid her hands beneath his jeans and strolled over the magnificent globes of his stone-hard ass. The muscles flexed and relaxed with each step.