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

by Rhea Regale

  Her jaw stiffened. Her lips drew into a tight line. Her knuckles paled as her fingers fisted around the towel even more. His grin widened. He reached out and combed a damp chunk of hair away from her breathtaking eyes. She blinked once, twice. The stubborn tension in her expression drained. She pressed her cheek into his open palm and sighed. Ah, yes. She knew her place with him. The wolf never mistakes it mate.

  “Why are you in my room?” Kasa asked. Micah groaned inward as the sensual husk in her voice tingled down his spine. He’d managed to douse his raging hunger only to relive the pain from a short while before. His cock stretched against his jeans, the metal zipper pressing into his sensitive erection.

  “Getting to know you,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her lips. “Small place you have here.”

  “I don’t require a mansion. Just a few hundred acres of running grounds to play on.” She lifted her free hand to the back of his and pressed her face firmly against him.

  Somehow, he doubted Kasa didn’t need more. The brief glance he stole of her closet earlier held more clothes than any woman’s he ever had a passing affair with. The books in the chest had been romances. She had home living magazines tucked into the mix. There were no pictures, artwork, or anything that would lend an air of comfort to this place. Her parents had been killed, like all the infant whites’ parents in Hood River on that fateful evening, leaving her a babe in the care of an adolescent Jordan.

  “You need a home, sweetheart. Not a house with land that holds no boundaries.” Kasa closed her eyes. Micah drew her closer to him, wanting nothing more than to hold her. “There is a wealth of freedom to be had through other means. Taking to the wild in search of something to fill an emptiness inside you will eventually get you hurt.”

  “You speak as if you know this personally,” she murmured. Her hand splayed over his chest, the tips of her fingers molding along his pec.

  There was something terribly sad, terribly vulnerable, about his mate at that moment. It caused the protective beast in him to rear. His chest swelled with a heaviness he’d never experienced before. Always so cold, so aloof, this subtle warming startled him. Her innocent exploration along his pecs begged him to forgo duty to spare her feelings. He suspected only his mate could soften his steeled resolve, but so soon?

  Micah cleared his throat. Now wasn’t the time to soften. Not until he leashed his wild white wolf.

  He grabbed the knob on the nightstand drawer again and slid it open. The sudden shift in his attention jolted the little woman from her calm. Kasa’s eyes flew open as she looked up at him then turned her gaze to the nightstand. She twisted out of his arm and stumbled between him and the drawer, viciously swatting his hand away. Micah arched a brow as she tried to close the drawer with her hip.

  “Bastard,” she spat. “That’s none of your business!”

  “What are you hiding?” He watched the rose in her cheeks darken, the grim line of her mouth whiten, and the golden light of her eyes smolder with an erotic secret. The air suddenly thickened and a new scent struck him hard, sending his senses into overload.

  “Damn, woman. You’re fucking aroused.”

  A deep, threatening rumble touched his ears. The sexually charged sound piqued his own desires. Ribbons of emotions curled through her eyes as they lowered to his mouth.

  “You’re blushing profusely. I’m tempted to bring you outside for a cooldown.”

  “Shut up.”

  Kasa shoved him in the chest, but not even her surprising strength could move him. It only caused the towel to loosen around her. She grappled for the end, shifting away from him as the towel slipped. Micah chuckled, not wanting to miss her cute little jig, but turned to the drawer. She’d been fierce in her stand to keep him away. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed one end of the towel fall over the floor. He turned enough to catch a glimpse of her perfectly round ass at the bottom of a narrow waist and paths of fine muscles along her back. She shot him a death-look, one that merely succeeded in teasing his hungry wolf rather than frightening him.

  Nothing frightened Micah Castrove.

  His fingertips snagged on something cool and unusual. Reluctant to turn away from the beauty only a few feet from him, he looked down at the drawer.

  There, poking out from beneath a pile of miscellaneous knickknacks, was a bright blue bulbous shaft.

  “Micah!” Kasa grabbed his arm in an attempt to stay him, but her efforts came a little too late. Her gaze dropped to his findings as he withdrew the secret object and held it up between them.

  “You’re a naughty one, are you?” He couldn’t help the smile that took over his mouth. Kasa’s face reddened, that lush color spreading down to her chest. Her jaw worked overtime, teeth grinding behind tightly closed lips. He turned the artificial cock over and briefly examined the dial on the bottom. The hot tension and embarrassment that pulsed off the woman next to him made his own cock throb. He looked at her from beneath his lashes. “Tell me, how does it feel? Better than the real thing?”

  Her nostrils flared, but her eyes darkened. He inhaled the sweet scent of her increasing arousal despite the dizzying glances she made between the vibrating dildo and him. He caught the slightest of tremors touching her arms.

  He wagged the cock between them slowly, teasing her. She snatched the object from his fingers, tossed it in the drawer, and slammed the drawer shut. The simple lamp tipped precariously on its round bottom then rocked until it settled back in place.

  Kasa spun on him, knocking his shoulder with a fist.

  “Get out.” She scowled.

  Micah straightened up. He caught her arm on her next attempt to shove him and yanked her flush against his body. Securing her with a tight arm around her waist, he practically growled his pleasure. Warmth emanated from her bare skin. The delicate scent of flowers filled his nostrils without covering the heady scent of her fierce arousal. She didn’t fight him as he expected, but her lips remained frozen in a firm line and fire sparked beneath the mist in her eyes.

  This woman was his poison, and he’d barely shared a short conversation with her.

  “Your play things aside, little Kasa, remember you gave your word not to pursue the Dark Moon hideaway. Understand one thing. I do not take broken words lightly.” Micah drew his knuckles over her cheek. “You will never have reason to fear us. Never. But Slade and I are not to be crossed, especially when it involves our mate.”

  “You will not restrain me. I’ve fought long enough for some independence from my brother,” Kasa grated. He lowered his fingers to her lips and traced the generous curves, imprinting their soft pliability into his mind. Those lips would be his to taste and nibble, to toy and suckle. They would kiss his mouth and slide around his cock. Every second he touched her, she softened against him, molding to his form. “You may be my mate, but you are still a stranger to me.”

  “Do you often allow strangers to tear off your shorts and slide their dick through your pussy?” Micah asked. A shudder shot through her. “Do you have any idea what it’s taking me not to throw you on the bed and fuck you? You don’t know how sweet you smell right now. You don’t know what months of tracking you, crossing your scent only to lose it again, have done to us. You don’t know what we’ve done to keep you safe while wondering when we’d finally reach you.”

  “I can’t let you get in my way,” Kasa murmured. He clenched his teeth, grounding himself in light of her comment. She had no idea what he’d do to keep her safe, what he and Slade had already done.

  “Trust me, sweetheart. We’re not going to be in your way.” He dipped his head and brushed his lips across hers. The airy motion ignited the fire in his blood and it rushed to his already agonizing cock. “You’ll never want us to leave.”

  * * * *

  Kasa could barely stand. Her legs had turned to proverbial mush. The insides of her thighs were slick with juices from her overheated pussy. She wanted to reach down and stroke her aching clit and ease the mounting pressure.

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bsp; No, I want Micah’s hands on me, his fingers inside me.

  She pressed up on her toes and into his teasing kiss. She wanted him like she never wanted another. The dark, handsome image of the man plundering her mouth with his skilled tongue weakened her further. She dove her fingers into the silky strands of his dark hair and arched her hips against the hard bulge in his pants.

  Everything about Micah Castrove was hard like fortified steel, right down to his personality. Yet, somehow, she detected a crack here, a split there. His hands spread over her back, touching every inch of her, sending her nerve endings into a tingling frenzy. She drank in the rustic, spiced flavor of his mouth and wanted more. Craved more. His kiss affected her differently than Slade’s had. His spirit entwined with hers, consumed her thoughts, her wonders, her fears until all she could sense was Micah, strong and hot and all around her.

  A low rumble reverberated through her mouth from the depths of Micah’s chest. His kiss switched from slow and exploratory to greedy. She followed his lead, feeding into the heady kiss, clutching his head between her hands and pulling him closer still.

  “Tell me to touch you.” Micah’s raspy demand unfurled in her mind. She arched her heavy breasts against his chest. Her nipples hardened as the terrycloth scraped over the sensitive flesh.

  “Touch me. Everywhere. I’m hurting,” she whimpered. Dropping her hands from his soft hair and linking her arms around his neck, she pulled herself onto him and locked her ankles behind his waist. Micah caught her rear, fitting her precisely against the thick mound in his jeans.

  Her back hit the wall. She gasped when Micah pulled back with a groan. His pale blue eyes glowed in the dimly lit room, the churning power of his desire painting a fierceness across his expression. Kasa tried to swallow, but her throat had gone dry. Her lips throbbed from the hungry kiss. She leaned forward, his mouth her target. He slipped a single finger between them and tsked.

  “Not so fast, baby. We started something we’re going to finish. But first…”

  Micah unhooked one of her arms from around his neck and took her hand with a tenderness she had not expected. The sight of him so devilishly gorgeous and wicked made her heart skip and moisture flood her pussy. He led her hand between them, down, down, until they were wedged between their crushed hips.

  The tips of her fingers brushed over the hot metal of his belt. His dark, delicious grin lifted. He shifted, supporting her with the side of his hip and a strong arm beneath her ass, and tugged her hand lower. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t follow their entangled hands. His gaze captivated her. The sensual light in his eyes made her stomach flutter. Her breaths came in short, hard gasps. Her womb coiled and twisted. His knuckles brushed her wet pussy when he guided her fingers over the damp jeans encasing his hard cock.

  “All of that wetness is from you.” Hunger weighed on his deep, husky tone. He dipped his head, his hot breath caressing her cheek. “Do you know how bad I’ve been waiting to have that juice cover my dick? Coat my tongue?”

  He turned her hand over and slowly directed her fingers through the slick folds of her labia. A tremor of pleasure shot through her. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the wall. Micah’s feverish tongue flicked against the hollow of her throat before drawing a lazy path up to her chin.

  Kasa whimpered, trying to unleash her hand from his to ease the intense pulsing in her clit. His grip tightened. His lips hovered over hers, each short breath teasing her mouth.

  “Go ’head, sweetheart. Lead my finger inside your wetness.” His mouth skimmed over her cheek. He kissed her ear then drew her lobe between his teeth. Chills erupted over her body, and she crooned, sitting against their paired hands. “We’ll both explore your cunt together. Show me how you pleasure yourself, and I’ll make sure you never ache.”

  “Yes.”

  Still caught with his palm against the back of her hand, his index finger pressed alongside her own, they separated her drenched pussy lips and circled her weeping entrance. She gently eased her finger inside and Micah worked beside it, using her slippery juice to glide through her tight sheath. A soft groan fled his lips. The filling sensation combined with the sense of naughtiness was enough to spur her coiling desires into high gear. She rocked against their hands, undulating her hips against his. She desperately sought contact, friction, to ease the mounting pressure, but he managed to keep both their hands away from her clit.

  “Micah,” she whispered to him, bearing down on him.

  His sinful tongue drew circles just below her ear, sending her whirling on another wave of pleasure. She hummed, every nerve in her body sizzling on the edge of a rupturing orgasm. Yet, somehow, Micah held her at bay.

  His finger broke their joined probing to focus attention on an area that ignited a new, and intense, strain of delightful pressure. “Yes, my little wolf?”

  Kasa turned her face into his, forcing him away from her neck. For the briefest moments, their eyes locked. The intimate stroking paused. An emotional punch knocked her in the chest, a sense of familiarity and comfort. There was more at work than her overly neglected libido. Something much more powerful and secure.

  “Please don’t ever hurt me,” she heard herself breathe. A sting touched the inner corner of her eyes. She dipped her head and fed her desire for his kiss once more, hiding the onset of tears behind her passion.

  Micah drew their hands away from her pussy and slipped his arm around her waist. She clung to him, drowning in the heat of his mouth and the possessive sweep of his tongue along hers. A silent rumble resonated through his body and along her sensitive nerves. Damn, she ached for him, for his bare flesh sliding against hers as he filled her.

  Micah guided them down on her bed. He pressed up on his arm, breaking the kiss, and peered down at her. Despite the cold, unwavering man she glimpsed earlier, the surprising tenderness she’d felt when he took her hand curled in his eyes. He brushed stray strands of hair from her forehead.

  “We will never, never hurt you,” he murmured, untucking the towel from her breasts. He cupped the underside of one aching mound and gently massaged her hard nipple with his thumb. She arched into him with a sigh. He lowered his mouth to her breast, his hot breath caressing her cool skin. “But we will enjoy teasing you until you’re mad.”

  “No, no. Not tonight. It’s been so long since I’ve had…ahhh.” Kasa’s eyes fluttered shut as Micah sucked her flesh between his teeth, bordering pleasure and pain. His tongue lashed the tip of her pearled nipple. He released his vice and took more of her flesh into her mouth, soothing the delightful ache with gentle laps while pinching her other peak between his fingers. The dual sensations sent a shudder down her spine. She bucked against his waist. “You’re driving me crazy. Please make it stop. Please!”

  “Why, sweetheart? I want to fill my mouth with the taste of your skin.” Micah lifted his head from her breast. She peeled back one eyelid and caught his brief glance. “I’m taking my time. Months of torture have passed since we first found your trail.” He kissed the valley between her breasts. “Months of wanting you.” He kissed the inside of her unattended mound then nibbled his way up to her peak. “Months of imagining you…right where you are now.”

  Kasa moaned as he sucked her into his hot mouth. He took to her like a starved creature, lighting her nerves ablaze. She reached down to his head, her fingers tangling in his soft locks, and held him close to her, feeding more pliant flesh into his hungry mouth. She shamelessly wrapped her legs around his waist, a hard, narrow waist on a man packed with steeled muscle. Her fingertips burned to explore him, to learn each cut and curve of this stranger, her mate. She wanted Micah, and Slade, and the flicker of light in the darkness she’d lived for so long.

  Micah pulled back, tugging her pearled nipple between his strong lips. A spear of pleasure-pain zipped down her breast and pooled in her belly. His eyes met hers and he released her nipple with a soft pluck. God, those eyes, so cold and calculating. So heated and sensual. A tremor sho
ok her to the bone. He eased her fingers out of his tangled tresses and flashed her a wicked grin.

  “I’m tempted to invite Slade to join us, but in my selfishness, I think having you first is much more appealing. I can do with you as I please and see just how crazed I can make you. I will hear your cries of climax as I fuck you and know I brought you to that point of ecstasy.”

  Micah turned her hand to his mouth and drew a trail of feathery kisses over her palm. His teeth brushed her wrist. The lava running along her veins instantly froze.

  The cuff clicked, the razor-sharp blades biting into her skin…

  Kasa shuddered. His tongue swirled over the prominent blue veins lying just below the surface of her skin. She stiffened and blinked, but the man seducing her rapidly faded into a nightmare. This is Micah. Not…not…

  Sharp grind of metal signified another latch tighter. The monstrous teeth of those blades sank deep into her flesh…

  “Let me go.” Her voice cracked, a mixture of lust and fear. Micah came back into focus. His fingers tightened around hers before he drew back. The desire in his eyes vanished. So fast. Just like Tom. Every drop of coiled anticipation turned to a sickening puddle of terror. She dropped her legs from his waist and tried to kick him away. “Let me go. Now!”

  “What?” Those searing blue eyes narrowed on her. She yanked her arm, but his grip tightened. His attention dropped to her wrist. The sensual grin flowed so fluidly into an evil sneer. The warm light in Tom’s eyes was overcome by a cold, unrelenting darkness. Fear reared and she thrashed against him.

  “Let me go! Let me go!” She screamed it in his head. Panic exploded. She wrapped her wrist with her free hand while managing to get her knees beneath her. With the mattress her leverage, she tugged and pulled. Micah dug at her fingers, wrenching them away from her wrist. “Stop it! Stop, please!”

  “What the hell is going on?”

  The interruption bought Kasa a split second to react. Micah’s grip on her loosened a fraction. She issued one final tug and tumbled onto her back, only to become the focus of Slade’s attention. Heat unfurled along her naked body and she scrambled off the bed, whipping her towel down over her. His dark, gleaming gaze snapped to his brother.