Prey (Copper Mesa Eagles Book 2)

by Roxie Noir

  Finally, he told her how Seth and Jules had met, how Seth had tried to climb the cliff. How he’d lived because he shifted, flown away, and found the deed in an eagle’s nest.

  “And they all lived happily ever after, the mesa firmly in their possession,” he finished, his arm around Katrina’s shoulders.

  “Bullshit,” she said, but without conviction.

  “You still don’t believe me?”

  “No,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder. “I believe that something happened that you can’t explain, maybe. But not that your brother turned into a bird.”

  Good enough, thought Zach.

  “I probably wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it,” he said. “He kept trying to teach me to do it, but it never worked. Your boss was probably shit outta luck, anyway. I don’t think I can shift.”

  He didn’t mention that Seth had also said it had something to do with a girl.

  I don’t care if she’s the key to shifting or not, he thought. I just like being with her.

  “Of course Pete was wrong,” she said in that same no-nonsense tone. “The whole thing is silly.”

  Looking at it from her perspective, it was hard to argue.

  With Katrina next to him, Zach’s body started to hum. The smell of her hair, crisp and spicy, wafted up and he bent his head down, putting his nose on the top of her head.

  He had a quick, very sharp flash of memory: him, back in the basement of MutiGen, telling Katrina that she could make his penis feel better.

  Oh God, he thought.

  Zach cleared his throat.

  “I think I was drugged earlier,” Zach said.

  Katrina just laughed.

  “I came to that conclusion as well,” she teased.

  She put one finger on his knee and drew a slow circle with it, the motion sending sparks up Zach’s spine.

  “So, if I said or did anything weird...” he said, his voice trailing off.

  “Like what, for example?” Katrina asked. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile.

  Zach’s heart beat even harder.

  “I think I may have offered to eat you out while you were driving,” Zach said, totally embarrassed.

  Katrina just nodded.

  “That happened,” she said. “You remember anything else?”

  “I may have grabbed your ass on the stairs,” he went on.

  “Correct,” Katrina said.

  Her blue eyes sparkled up at him.

  She’s teasing me, Zach thought. He felt like every muscle in his body was standing at attention, and he swallowed again.

  One muscle in particular was beginning to stand up again, and he used every ounce of willpower he had to force it down.

  “I offered to judge a wet t-shirt contest?” he asked.

  “Close,” Katrina said.

  Now she had a wicked grin on her face, and she slowly folded her legs underneath her.

  “Actually, what you said was just, ‘Wet t-shirt contest?’”

  Zach grinned.

  “Sorry,” he said.

  “You didn’t even offer to judge,” Katrina pointed out.

  Now she was kneeling next to him, facing him, his arm draped loosely over her shoulder.

  “You remember anything else?”

  Zach took a deep breath.

  “I said that my penis felt funny and you could fix it?” he said, rushing the words out all in one breath.

  I’m not even embarrassed that I hit on her, he thought. I’m embarrassed I phrased it like that.

  “And?” Katrina asked.

  She leaned closer, and Zach could feel the heat rolling off of her body. He could barely think, she was so close. All he wanted was to take her in his arms, kiss her, bury his face between those perfect, supple thighs...

  “God, there’s more?” he asked. “I have no idea.”

  “You made me promise I’d play doctor with you later,” she said.

  Zach finally got it. He felt like a lightbulb went on over his head.

  Something also went on in his pants, and he felt himself stiffen in record time.

  He slid his arm around her waist and looked up at her.

  “Doctor, I’ve got a condition, and I think there’s only one cure,” he said, as seriously as he could.

  Katrina giggled.

  “And what’s that?” she asked.

  “You,” he said, and pulled her mouth down to his.

  Chapter Ten

  Katrina

  Katrina pressed her mouth to his, and this time, she didn’t feel like she could hold back at all. Yeah, they were in a shitty motel in the absolute middle of nowhere, but she’d wanted this for ages.

  Fuck ambience, Katrina thought, opening her mouth against Zach’s she sought out his tongue with hers, and as she drew away, she bit his bottom lip.

  He made that noise again, the one he’d made earlier in the lab. Katrina swung one knee over him, her skirt hiked most of the way up her thighs, and straddled Zach.

  “Did you just growl at me?” she asked. She grabbed the front of his shirt in both her hands and pulled it just hard enough.

  He cupped her ass, digging his fingers in. Desire rushed through Katrina.

  “Just a little,” he said, grinning.

  She swallowed, then ran her hands down his chest, all the way to his stomach.

  Jesus, she thought, feeling the hard ripples of muscle underneath his shirt.

  Katrina leaned in until they were nose-to-nose.

  “How do I get you to growl a lot?” she asked, sliding one hand under his shirt to his hard, hot flesh.

  She knew that she was acting way more forward than she ever had before, but she couldn’t help it. Zach brought out something inside that she hadn’t even known existed, something that burned so hot that she could barely pay attention to anything else.

  Hell, standing in the middle of MutiGen, running from the people who’d drugged Zach, she’d had half a mind to rip off his hospital gown and go to town, right there under the sprinklers.

  “You could unbutton your blouse,” Zach said. His voice had gone low and rough, and heat surged through Katrina again. She bit her lip and lifted her hands to the top button of her shirt and undid it slowly, watching Zach’s face the whole time.

  He looked mesmerized, his expression one of pure desire. His fingers dug into her ass again, and she moved to the next button, then the next.

  The gap in her shirt widened over her breasts as she undid another, then another, until she was at the last button. Zach moved one hand up to caress her side as she pulled her shirt off by the sleeves, and then tossed it onto a chair.

  Opposite them on the bed there was a full-length mirror.

  Zach ran his fingers up her stomach and slid just his fingertips beneath the underwire on her bra and Katrina gasped as the rough pads teased the soft skin there.

  I wish I’d worn a prettier bra, she thought. Not this very functional plain white one.

  Not that it seemed to matter very much.

  “What else?” she asked. “Am I close to getting another growl?”

  Without waiting for an answer, she put her fingers beneath her bra straps and pulled them over her shoulders, one at a time, revealing the tops of her breasts.

  Zach looked at her, his rust-colored eyes dark. Then he grabbed her hips again and pulled her forward until she was right over him, his hardness rubbing right up against her.

  He kissed the side of her neck hard and growled, the sounds rumbling right through Katrina’s bones, and her fingers tightened around his midsection as she whimpered. There was almost nothing separating them except for the thin material of her underwear and his suit pants, and he was hard as a rock underneath them.

  Zach bit her neck softly, the scrape of teeth against skin.

  “If I didn’t know better,” he said, his lips against her skin.

  There was a long pause as he moved his lips down to her collarbone.

  “I might think,” he sai
d.

  Another pause. His lips moved again.

  “That you liked,” he said.

  Now his mouth was on her breast, just above her still-covered nipple.

  “Teasing me,” he said, and tugged at her bra, pulling it down over her nipple before flicking his tongue over it quickly. Katrina gasped and tightened her hands on his chest, and she could feel him exhale as he chuckled.

  Then he was pushing her bra off her other nipple, taking that one in his fingers, brushing his palm against it softly. She could feel his cock twitch against her and Katrina closed her eyes against the throbbing ache that was all she could feel.

  In seconds, she’d undone her bra and Zach grabbed it off of her and tossed it away, groaning as he pressed his face into her. Then he put his hands on her thighs and slid them under her skirt, which had ceased to cover anything at all, and looked over Katrina’s shoulder.

  She looked too, and realized that they were perfectly reflected in the mirror on the wall opposite the bed. Zach watched over her shoulder and squeezed her ass with both hands.

  “I’ve got the perfect three-sixty view,” he said.

  Katrina scrunched her nose, just a little, and looked away from the mirror, and Zach raised his eyebrows.

  “What?” he asked.

  She just shrugged.

  “If I could mount a mirror on every surface and watch you from every angle, I’d do it,” he said, leaning forward. Even though she was straddling him, their faces were nearly even. “Do you have any idea how hot that would be, getting to watch a hundred of you at once?”

  He pushed down on her hips, and Katrina could feel her clit grind against Zach’s thick erection, and it felt like something inside her reached melting temperature.

  “You feel how hard you make me?” he whispered.

  Katrina gasped and moved her hips against him, the ache inside her only building. Her brain felt fuzzy, like Zach was the only thing in focus. She ran her hands down his chest again, then unbuttoned his shirt as fast as she could and he took it off, throwing it behind him.

  Then he took her by the waist again and grinned at her.

  “You ready?” he asked, pushing her back onto the bed, practically tossing her off of him, almost like she was weightless.

  Katrina yelped, landing and bouncing, but Zach was already on top of her, grabbing her underwear and pulling them off, his lips on the spot between her breasts, then her stomach, her bellybutton, and then he was shoving her skirt up around her waist and pushing her legs apart, his breath warm against her inner thighs.

  At the first flick of his tongue across her clit, Katrina arched her back and in response, Zach’s fingers dug into her thighs. The pressure felt good and solid, like there was something anchoring her down to the bed as Zach licked at her, alternating slow circles with fast, short pulses, driving her crazy.

  She fought the urge to grab his hair and simply shove his face into her, but she wanted to desperately, wanted to drive his tongue inside her and feel him there.

  Instead, he slowed again, the fast strokes fading into slow, languorous circles that went wider and wider until he licked slowly down her slit, his tongue parting her lips and delving, just barely, into her core.

  Katrina gasped, her back arching even harder, and her fists turned white on the bedspread. Zach did it again, his tongue reaching in further this time, and she moaned, Zach’s tongue exploring inside her as far as he could reach.

  Then he moved again, his tongue stroking her clit once more, long and hard this time, steady building to a climax. One of his hands left her thigh, and Katrina held her breath until she felt his fingertips against her opening, sliding in bit by bit as if he was teasing her. She could feel herself nearing the edge, her toes curling in anticipation.

  His fingers just inside her, he stopped. Katrina’s eyes flew open.

  “Should I make you cum?” Zach asked.

  “Yes!” Katrina gasped, practically shouting.

  “Now?” he asked, pushing his fingers just a little further inside her. “Like this?”

  “God, yes, please,” Katrina said.

  She was so, so close.

  At all once, Zach licked her again, hard and slow, and entered her with his fingers, their rough pads sliding against the sensitive spot inside her. He licked her again and again and bent his fingers exactly the right way and then Katrina couldn’t hold back any longer and she came, crying out wordlessly, the bedspread tight underneath her fists as the feeling crashed through her, unrelenting, wave after wave rocking through her.

  Zach didn’t stop until she was utterly sated and barely able to move, and then he crawled over top of her, his handsome face grinning as Katrina lay there, panting.

  “Holy shit, Zach,” she managed to gasp. She reached up and put her hands on his hard, muscular shoulders and brought him down to her, kissing him hard the mouth. She could taste herself but she didn’t mind, not even as Zach’s tongue plundered her mouth and he pressed his body against hers.

  Despite herself, she wrapped her legs around him, feeling the thick rod of his erection against her again.

  He took one of her hands in his and she bit his lip as he slid her palm down his torso, past his waist and to the bulge in his pants. Katrina grabbed it and Zach growled at her again. The sound was low, dangerous, and thrilling.

  She could feel the ache building again, the same low, throbbing ache she thought had just been sated, and she pushed Zach off of her.

  He stood, getting off the bed, and she sat in front of him and tore his pants off. His cock sprang free, long and thick, and something inside Katrina started buzzing with anticipation as he stepped back to take his pants off, then grabbed her and pulled her to stand in front of him, her back to his front.

  In moments he’d unzipped her skirt and pushed it off, and then Katrina could feel his erection against her, hot and insistent. Her eyes slid to the right and there they were, in that full-length mirror, Zach’s hard muscles against her soft curves.

  He moved his arms around her and took her breasts in his hands, squeezing her nipples between his fingers until she gasped, watching everything in the mirror.

  “See how hot this is?” he whispered into her ear. “Think you could learn to like watching?”

  “Maybe,” Katrina said, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

  “I think you already like it,” he said. He slid one hand down to her hip and pressed himself against her, his fingers digging into her flesh. “I think you’re a lot dirtier than you let on.”

  I didn’t think I was until now, Katrina thought. His erection pressed into her again, and her ache grew.

  She wanted him, now.

  Still looking into the mirror, she leaned forward slowly until her hands were resting on the bed, her back arched, and Zach put one hand on her shoulder and the other on his cock, guiding it to her wet, waiting entrance.

  He pushed against her opening, then hesitated for a second and took a deep breath, sliding a hand around her hip.

  “Don’t block my view,” Katrina said. Her voice was low and husky, and she barely recognized it. “I want to watch you fuck me.”

  Zach’s face in the mirror was pure lust as he slid inside her with one hard motion, his hips coming flush with her ass as their eyes met in the mirror. Katrina felt like sparks showered all over her, Zach’s perfect thickness filling her completely, pressing on pleasure spots deep inside that she didn’t even know she had.

  She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror or from Zach, all the muscles in his body tensing as he pulled out and then thrust inside her again, even deeper this time, burying himself completely.

  “Oh,” Katrina said, the small sound involuntary as her eyes slid shut with sheer pleasure, no matter that she desperately wanted to watch. Zach thrust again and this time Katrina rocked back to meet him.

  White spots melted across her vision and she opened her eyes again, looking in the mirror. Zach took her by the shoulders and lifted until she was
nearly standing, held upright by his arms. Her back was arched and he was still inside her, thrusting deep.

  “Now I can whisper dirty things in your ear,” he said, his voice a growl.

  “Like what?” Katrina whispered. She felt like she could barely talk, let alone remember what words to say.

  “Like how being inside you feels so fucking good,” he said.

  He thrust again, hard and deep, and Katrina knew she was getting close to the edge again even though she never wanted it to end.

  “Fuck, Zach,” she whispered.

  “Like how when you say my name that like it’s almost enough to make me cum,” growled.

  “What if I told you I’ve never cum that hard before,” Katrina whispered.

  Zach groaned, burying his face in her hair.

  “Make me cum again,” she half-whispered, half-moaned, pressing herself back against him.

  He braced his forearm across her chest and put one hand on her other hip, still watching in the mirror. Then he pulled all the way out.

  Katrina frowned, but before she could say anything Zach had buried himself in her again, hard and fast and deep and then he did it again and again, slow and hard.

  “Oh fuck that feels so good,” Katrina heard someone say. “Don’t stop, please, God, don’t stop.”

  Then she realized it was her, just as the words turned into moans, the hard, steady thrusts driving her up and up until Katrina saw sparks in front of her eyes.

  “I want to feel you cum again,” Zach whispered in her ear. “And I want to watch you.”

  “Fuck,” Katrina gasped.

  Then she reached the edge and went over, the orgasm so intense that she felt like she was falling endlessly through space, utterly unaware of anything except the spasms wracking her body and Zach holding onto her, holding her up, Zach inside her. It felt like it lasted forever, until it finally subsided and she realized that somehow, she was still standing, breathing like she’d run a marathon.

  Zach had slowed and was grinning at her in the mirror.

  “Don’t stop,” she said, pushing back against him. He thrust inside her again with a groan.

  “Do you know how sexy that was?” he asked.