Branded by Lust: 4 (Night Seekers)

by Holt, Desiree

  Logan: See anything yet?

  Ben: Not a thing. And no footprints. Where are all the usual animals?

  Logan: Beats me. Maybe this son-of-a-bitching thing has got them all scared.

  Ben: It certainly scares the shit out of me. I’ll tell you that.

  At that moment the shrill cry of a bird broke the stillness, startling them. Logan stopped and looked up to see the flapping of wings against the night sky. He shifted his gaze to the left and saw Ben had stopped also.

  Ben: Do you think the bird saw something? Was spooked?

  Logan: Don’t know. Let’s just be careful.

  They slowed their pace slightly and paused now and then to sniff the area, hoping to find that faint whiff of turpentine. But the only scents carried on the air were pine and the icy tinge of the snow.

  They ran for two more hours, pausing now and then to check the area around them. Where they clambered over rocks they nosed around for any partially hidden entrances to caves. In the flatter areas they investigated huge drifts to see if ice caves had somehow been hollowed out. But nothing disturbed the quiet serenity of the landscape. Not even an animal broke the stillness.

  Logan: Everything’s hiding.

  Ben: I don’t blame them. Whoa. Hold up a minute.

  Logan: What?

  Ben: Come take a look at this. I think I found the remains of two marmots.

  Logan was used to the large ground squirrels that populated Montana. They were everywhere, creating burrows for themselves. Had the devil beast stumbled onto one of their little caverns? Had it surprised them before they could get away?

  He loped over to where Ben stood and stared at the mound of bones and furry skin on the snow.

  Logan: This had to have happened some time ago. When these little buggers are disturbed or afraid they have a piercing whistle they use to communicate with each other. We didn’t hear a thing.

  Ben: You can tell the remains have been here awhile. They’re frozen to the top layer of snow.

  Logan scanned the area and lifted his snout to sniff the air again. He couldn’t catch a whiff of anything strange and nothing caught his eyes as a place for the creature to hide.

  Logan: Let’s give it another hour then head home. I have a feeling we’re very close to its hidey-hole.

  Ben: Don’t you think we should keep looking? What if tomorrow there’s another attack?”

  Logan: Too soon, and it satisfied its immediate hunger. But I’ve got some ideas of where to search now. Tomorrow night let’s head out on my snowmobile, get to this point and shift. Then we can check out the area from here to the top of the triangle. I think we’ll find something.

  Ben: Okay. You know what you’re dealing with here.

  Logan: Let’s get back to my house. We’ll need some sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day again.

  Rebecca was sitting in the kitchen cradling a mug of hot tea when Logan opened the door and walked in. Ben was on the porch dressing. Logan pulled on the jeans and t-shirt he’d taken off before bending down to kiss Rebecca.

  “I’d give you a better welcome home,” she said, eyes mischievous, “if we didn’t have an audience.”

  “Don’t mind me,” Ben chuckled, walking into the kitchen. “I’m on my way out of here anyway.”

  “Let’s touch base in the morning,” Logan suggested. “I’m going to call the team early and see if Ric’s come up with anything using that new program. You want in on the video call?”

  “I sure do, if you can wait for me to get here.”

  “Eight o’clock. I’ll be set up when you get here.”

  The moment the front door closed behind Ben, Logan looked up and tugged Rebecca to her feet.

  “It was cold out there tonight.” He brushed his lips against hers. “I think I need to be warmed up.”

  The heat that bloomed in her eyes could have singed his skin. “I think I know just how to do it too. Come on.”

  In the bedroom Rebecca turned on the lamp on the bedside table, the amber light casting a golden glow on her skin. They undressed each other slowly, touching and caressing as each new area of skin was exposed. Her hands were soft on the naked skin of his chest as she traced the ridge of every muscle. When her nails scraped lightly across his nipples he sucked in a breath and his shaft thickened.

  Exploring the nakedness of her upper body, Logan wondered if he’d ever get enough of the feeling of her smooth skin beneath his fingers. He caressed the line of her neck, her shoulders, followed the path to the valley between her breasts.

  He touched his lips to hers but only briefly, sliding them over her cheek to her jaw, which he traced with soft nips. God, her skin tasted so sweet. As he touched each little bite with the tip of his tongue he slid his hands to cup her breasts, molding them with his fingers. Her nipples peaked and pressed into his palms, hardening like diamonds.

  His cock was so hard it was sending him emergency signals.

  Now, now, now, it was shouting.

  But he didn’t want to rush this. Wanted to savor every rich moment. Making love with Rebecca was as close as he ever got to a religious experience and he was determined not to rush it. His wolf, running on high octane after the night’s explorations, wanted to take her savagely but thank god his human brain made him slow down. The woman deserved to be worshipped, not ravaged. Savored slowly, like a rich dessert or a fine wine.

  She threaded her hands through his hair. “I thought I was supposed to do the warming up.”

  “Sugar, you have no idea how much this raises my temperature. Just hang on and let me pleasure you. Please?”

  Her breath caught. “How can I possibly object?”

  He lowered his head and took one stiff nipple into his mouth as his hands found the snap of her jeans. The rasp of the zipper lowering was the only sound in the room besides their mingled breathing.

  Reluctantly tearing his mouth from her breast, he knelt before her and pushed her jeans and panties down to her ankles. She used her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she toed off her boots and kicked the rest of her clothing away. Her fingers bit into his skin when he found her clit with the tip of his tongue and teased it gently.

  Her moan of pleasure was more arousing than any music he might have heard and he increased the rhythm, swirling and tormenting, alternating with tiny nips with his teeth. His hands held her thighs captive, stretching so his thumbs opened the lips of her pussy and gave him full access to all that delicious wet pink flesh.

  Pressing his nose to her, he inhaled the rich scent before working his tongue over the lips and her slit. He drank from her, swallowing her liquid as his tongue explored every inch of her warm pussy. Rebecca rocked in his grip, her hips swaying back and forth as she pressed herself against his mouth.

  With forced gentleness he rose and lifted her to the bed, stripping back the covers first. His eyes took in every delicious inch of her as he toed off his boots and stripped off his jeans, and boxer briefs. Then he was standing over her, mesmerized by the sight of her. He followed every line and curve of her body with his hands, bending over her to reach every exquisite part of her.

  Moving to kneel between her legs, he lifted one foot and traced the delicate arch with his tongue, placing light kisses on the ankle bone and massaging the inner arch with his thumb. He did that with each foot, loving the little erotic sounds of pleasure that burst from her with each touch.

  He turned his attention to her inner thighs, licking and nipping each tender inch and running the tip of his tongue along the crease at each hip.

  “Ohhh,” she whispered when he gripped her clit with his tongue again and slid two fingers inside her hot, pulsing vagina. She pushed against his hand, trying to ride his fingers, but he used his other hand to hold her in place.

  “Tonight I’m in control,” he said. “Enjoy this while I enjoy you.”

  “I want to touch you too,” she protested, her voice thick with passion.

  “You will.” He grinned. “When I’m ready for
it. For now, just be prepared for a wild ride.”

  He continued to work her clit with his mouth while his fingers slid in and out of her in a steady rhythm. When he felt the intensity of the tremors in her inner muscles increase he added a third finger to the other two, stretching her and curling to touch that sensitive sweet spot.

  Rebecca kept uttering those totally delicious sounds, her hands fisting in the sheet as he drove her body up the slippery slide to an orgasm. He loved those little noises almost as much as he loved the response of her body, the tightening of muscles, the rush of her sexual liquid, her thighs tightening against his head as she tried to push against him.

  He lifted his mouth from her cunt and looked up at her flushed face, those plump lips open, her breath coming in uneven gasps.

  “Come for me,” he ordered. “Now.”

  And just like that her body convulsed and she poured into his mouth, her inner muscles spasming against his fingers. When she came it was in a powerful shudder, her thighs gripping his head, hips arching, head thrown back. He continued to work her clit as tremor after tremor rippled through her.

  He kept up the movements of his tongue and fingers until the last quake ebbed away and her body relaxed, muscles softening. He climbed over her body and captured her head in his palms, pressing his mouth to hers to share her taste with her. Her tongue twisted with his as she welcomed the tart-sweet flavor. He could feel her heart still beating wildly, like that of a bird in flight. Her hands slipped up from the bed to rest on his shoulders.

  Logan only lifted his head when they both needed to catch a breath.

  “That was only the beginning,” he told her, then grinned. “I’m still warming up.”

  With gentle hands he turned her over onto her stomach and began tracing a line of kisses down her spine. Sliding his hands beneath her, he found her nipples and pinched and squeezed as he worked his way down to the curve of her ass. He bit each luscious cheek then soothed the bite with a lap of his tongue before shifting his body to use his mouth on the insides of her thighs.

  “Logan,” she groaned, opening her legs for him. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Not nearly everything I want to.” He heard the rough edge of hunger in his own voice. “Don’t move.” He sat back on his heels. “I’ll be right back.”

  He almost never brought women to his home, especially for sex, so he had to rummage in a drawer for a few minutes until he found what he wanted. He checked the small tube to make sure it was still good to go before moving back to the bed between Rebecca’s thighs. He stroked his hands over her sweet ass, cock throbbing at the thought of what he was about to do.

  “I want you to relax,” he told her as he lifted her to her hands and knees.

  Pulling the pillows from the head of the bed, he slid them beneath her to give her support. Then he spread her thighs as wide as could, reached down to her still-soaked cunt and scooped some of her liquid onto his fingers. Using the fingers of one hand to spread her ass cheeks wide, he dragged it back along the very tender skin and painted it carefully around the puckered ring of her anus.

  “Logan?” She sucked in a breath. “What—”

  “Just relax,” he said again. “Has anyone ever taken you here before?”

  She wasn’t a sexual novice, although there was still something so untouched about her. He felt it whenever they made love. But what had she done with her other lovers? The wolf inside him roared with possessiveness and he tensed, waiting for her answer.

  “No,” she said at last. “Others—wanted to but there was never anyone it felt right with.”

  Relief surged through his body.

  Yes! Mine! Mate!

  “Tell me if you want me to stop.” He wouldn’t ever force anything on her, but damn he wanted this. Badly. Talk about heating up.

  When she hesitated for a fraction of a section he felt the disappointment clear through to his toes. Then her soft voice answered him.

  “No. Don’t stop. I—want this with you. Just you!”

  “I’ll make sure it gives you pleasure,” he told her. And he would no matter how long he had to hold back his own climax.

  He turned his attention back to the process of arousing her again, playing with her clit and the entrance to her cunt. But now every time he traced the line between her puffy lips he rubbed the tip of his finger against her tight little rear hole. When he felt her relax fractionally he pushed inside. Just a little. Only a little. But each time a little more.

  As he worked her pussy her body responded to him and he felt her need rising again. Uncapping the small tube he had placed on the bed beside him, he squeezed a liberal amount onto one finger and spread the cheeks of her buttocks again.

  “Just my finger this time, sugar. Don’t tighten up on me, okay?”

  He inched the finger inside her slowly, his other hand beneath her again toying with her clit and her labia. At first she tensed but as he worked his way in, as he continued to arouse her again, she relaxed, even pushing back against him. When he had the finger all the way in he stopped and took a deep breath. The thought of his cock in that hot dark place nearly undid him.

  Slow, hotshot. Don’t rush it. Make her want this as much as you do.

  He continued to tease her, sliding his finger out, adding another and squeezing out more gel. When he pushed two fingers inside she tightened on him again, but he soothed and coaxed her, bending low enough to shower kisses on the base of her spine and her gorgeous ass. He was patient, coaxing and soothing and stirring her senses. By the time he had eased her tissues enough to take three of his fingers she was pushing her hips back at him and moaning, a low throaty sound.

  He tossed the tube aside and pulled a condom from the nightstand where he’d taken to keeping a small supply. Rolling on the latex, he coated it with more gel. First time’s always the hardest, he reminded himself. As close to the edge as he was he knew it wouldn’t take much for him to go off so he wanted her rear passage ready to take him.

  “Take a deep breath,” he told her, “and let it out slowly.”

  He gripped her hips and as she inhaled he pressed the head of his cock against her opening and slowly pushed inside her.

  Holy shit!

  Nothing he had ever experienced prepared him for the feeling that swept through him. His blood burned in his veins and every one of his senses responded to the stimuli. Pure sex didn’t touch what this was. Making love only came a step closer. This was everything. All he’d ever wanted. Searched for. It was a total blending of body and soul. A oneness. For the first time in his life he felt complete.

  Mate! Mine!

  “Hold on for the ride, sugar,” he rasped and began to rock against her.

  He tried to keep the pace slow and steady but he had finally reached the limit of his endurance. He rocked into her harder and faster, thrusting himself in all the way to his balls. And somehow in the middle of it she picked up his rhythm and pushed back, moving in cadence with him, her body actually demanding more and more of him.

  Logan gritted his teeth, hanging onto his control by a thread. He was right at the tipping point, icy heat clawing up his spine and his balls contracting as if in a vise. He pounded harder into Rebecca’s hot, welcoming rectum, her tight walls gripping him with viselike force.

  “Now!” he shouted. “Come with me now.”

  They exploded together, his cock pulsing inside the latex, Rebecca’s body quaking with his own. The shuddering was so intense he wondered if his bones would break, and still he came and came and came. At some point he felt Rebecca going limp in his grasp, collapsing onto the pillows beneath her. He eased from her hot channel, tugged away the pillows and arranged her on the bed.

  Rolling to his feet, he padded to the bathroom, disposed of the condom and washed his hands. Then he took a washcloth, soaked it in warm water and brought it back to the bedroom. With infinite care he bathed every inch of Rebecca’s cunt and the cleft between her buttocks before returning the washcloth to the
bathroom.

  “I worked you pretty hard,” he said as he kneaded the muscles in her arms and thighs, using his thumbs just so at the pressure points.

  “I’ll give you a month to stop that.” She hummed her satisfaction.

  He grinned as he worked his way the length of her body then back again to the nape of her neck. Finally he spooned her against him and pulled the covers up over them, tucking her head beneath his chin. He stroked damp curls away from her face.

  “Well,” he told her. “I think I’m finally warm enough now.”

  Her soft chuckle reverberated through her body.

  “I would certainly hope so.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Rebecca opened one eye when she felt Logan slide out of bed.

  “It’s still dark out? Where are you going?”

  “I want to help the hands check the herd and make sure that pasture is secure before we get started today.” He pulled the covers up and tucked them in around her. “Go back to sleep. It’s way too early to get up unless you have to.”

  “I’m surprised you have the strength to get up at all,” she teased in a sleepy voice.

  He licked the shell of her ear. “Ah, but us shifters find sex energizing. Go on. You can catch at least another hour. I’ll set the alarm for you.”

  When she opened her eyes again—roused by the alarm’s insistent bell—sunlight was pouring in through the window. She stretched luxuriously, reveling in the residual soreness in the secret places of her body. And immediately was aroused as she remembered exactly why they were sore.

  She lingered in the shower, eyes closed, imagining Logan’s hands on her body as she soaped and lathered herself, especially when she bathed her pussy and the cleft of her buttocks. She probably would have languished there forever, images of the previous night running through her head, if her conscience hadn’t prodded her to get out and get dressed.

  Eve Turner had a new pot of coffee going when Rebecca made it into the kitchen. The air was redolent with delicious aromas and the foreman’s wife was busy stirring something at the stove.

  Rebecca sniffed the air. “Cinnamon. Please tell me those are homemade cinnamon buns.”