Captor Mine (Base Branch Series Book 13)

by Megan Mitcham

  Hunter released his hold with his right hand, squeezed her waist, and drove her down across his cock several times. He ripped his mouth from hers. His lips devoured a line across her jaw to her collarbone and across her chest.

  Stunning scenery surrounded them, but Kat closed her eyes. She focused on the touch of his lips, the scrape of his tongue, the bite of his teeth, and the strum of his hard flesh against hers. Each nuance of this experience etched itself into her memory. This could sustain her for years to come.

  The grip on her hip eased, sliding up her abdomen. He cupped her left breast high. His mouth drew near her aching nipple. Kat opened her eyes and watched Hunter marvel at her body a moment before his tongue flicked out. He lashed her tightly beaded flesh over and over.

  Kat clamped her thighs together, trapping his dick between them. Her hips writhed, rocking her clit harder along his dick. Over the clothes had been amazing, but this short circuited her every nerve ending. She arched and panted. Hunter took the invitation and locked his mouth around her sensitive nub, suckling her deep. Each tug on her nipple felt as though it were attached to her clit. Sensations battered her from every angle.

  She broke. Her climax screamed from her lips. Hunter tore his mouth from her breast and watched while she cried her orgasm into the wild like an animal. His amber eyes flared with intent. Her hips eased their attack on his cock, and her breaths slowed. Still, a hunger ate at her.

  “Kat, please tell me you got condoms on your mysterious mission.”

  Her mouth refused to form words, so she nodded.

  “Where?” A level of desperation crept into his voice that she hadn’t even heard when he’d been strapped to a table in a torture chamber.

  “Your room.” She smiled.

  Hunter smacked her butt lightly with his free hand. “Up you go. Double time.”

  A yelp left her lips. She scrambled up the ladder, grabbed the crutch she’d made him, and held it for him at the top. Hunter ascended the rungs faster than she had with two legs and took the crutch.

  “You first.” His gaze consumed her body head to toe. “I want to watch that ass sway when you walk.” Kat giggled and turned toward the house. Hunter’s mouth descended on her shoulder. His teeth and lips sank in. A growl rumbled into her ear. “God, Kat, you’re fucking exquisite. Now move boots.”

  “Yes, sir.” She headed toward the house, taking the steps slowly. She didn’t want to rush—

  “You move any slower, and I’ll think you don’t want me inside you.”

  She laughed and ran up the steps. Hunter kept pace with her to the door. She pulled it wide. “I should have used my naked body as your incentive to walk steps that first day.”

  “You can use your naked body as an incentive for anything.” His fingers gripped her ass cheek.

  “I want you inside me, Hunter.” Kat leaned into his touch. His chest met her back.

  “Nowhere else I want to be, Doc.” His lips nibbled on the crest of her ear.

  Her feet shuffled forward with the first taste of apprehension. She was sure about having Hunter inside her, but the gift setup gave her pause. What if he didn’t like it? What if it killed the mood? While behind her, Hunter closed and locked the door. She hurried ahead, ready to remove the condoms and hide the big box, but just as before, he caught her in a blink.

  Sunlight poured into the room. It illuminated the perfectly made bed with its gray comforter and white accent pillows. It also created a spotlight over the long box. She moved to it, picked it up, and hugged it as she had earlier. For the first time since she’d stripped, a wave of self-consciousness washed over her as she turned to Hunter.

  “Well.” Hunter grinned and gestured to his fully erect, massive cock. “I appreciate your faith in my goods, but I have to break it to you. I’m not that big.”

  She’d beg to differ. “It’s not just condoms.”

  “Whew!” He made a show of wiping sweat from his brow. “I’d hate to disappoint you.”

  “I’d seen and experienced enough to know you couldn’t disappoint me.”

  Hunter eased forward and gently planted his lips on hers. The gesture was so tender it stalled the air in her lungs. It hugged her heart tight. He sat on the bed and waited quietly, patiently as though he knew exactly what was inside the box. His openness tickled a smile to her lips. She couldn’t say anything that would make this any easier or better, so she handed the box over, moved the crutch to the wall, and sat next to him.

  He ripped the box open down the long middle seam. The sleek black prosthetic with its silver accents and metal foot stared back at them.

  Silence filled the room, but it wasn’t an empty quiet. Hunter filled it with a thousand thoughts. None of which she could hear. She didn’t need to. His reaction would tell her all she needed to know.

  After a minute or more, Hunter grabbed the prosthetic and let the box fall away.

  Kat rejoiced without a word.

  Hunter held it upright and rotated it three-hundred-sixty degrees, examining each aspect of the exterior. “Damn, that’s a high-tech piece of machinery.”

  “The highest,” she nearly squealed. “It has a micro-processor in the knee and a hydraulic ankle.”

  He turned to her. His head shook. “How did you…?”

  “When you were far enough post-op but still unconscious, I took a mold and sent it to a friend. Aron thought it was a box of samples for testing. He hated the blood and fluids, so he sent it without looking.”

  “Can’t say I blame him…for that.”

  “I waited until I was certain it would be complete before contacting my friend last week. To be safe, I had him mail it to the post office in Moss. Not here.”

  “Christ, Kat. I know this thing wasn’t cheap.”

  “Free.” She smiled and shrugged. “He owed me a favor.”

  “I’m afraid to ask what you did for him.”

  She shoved his shoulder. “I saved his daughter’s life.”

  Hunter hooked his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her close. He looked into her eyes for so long she thought he might not kiss her. A smile stretched his mouth as wide as she’d ever seen it, and she couldn’t help but mirror it. His lips slowly descended over hers. The contact almost tickled with tenderness. He kissed her sweetly as if it had meaning.

  Kat gasped into his mouth. What she’d wanted for so long was about to happen, and it terrified her. She’d been ready and willing to have sex with him and walk away when they left this place…when they were able to go back to their lives. When he kissed her like that, though, it gave the act more depth.

  The moment the concern crowded her mind, the tempo of Hunter’s kiss changed from slow and sensitive to devilish and determined. His tongue delved inside her mouth. Pressure gathered at her nape as his fingers tangled in her mass of hair and pulled her head back to better access her lips.

  He broke free. “Kat?”

  “You’re missing the best part.” She pointed at the prosthesis. “Look inside.”

  Hunter tipped the metal leg toward him. The box of magnum condoms dumped out onto his lap, wedging between his massive cock and newly chiseled abdomen. A black lace nightie she’d bought to entice him followed, covering his intimate parts.

  “Sweet Jesus. You’re fucking perfect.”

  “Hardly.” Kat took the prosthetic from him, leaned it against the dresser, and then stood in front of him with the fronts of her thighs brushing the bed. She plucked the nightie off his lap and tossed it to the side. Next, she picked up the box of condoms and tore one from the package before ditching it on the floor. “But I’m open to instruction.” She ripped open the foil and knelt.

  “Fuck.” He dragged out the word into a moan.

  Her fingers lightly grazed the silky skin of his wide head and then danced over his length. On the ascent, she wrapped her fingers around him. At the base, her freaking fingertips didn’t meet one another. Fuck was right. He would stretch her to the limits. She swallowed her conce
rn and stroked him several times. The weight and feel of him in her hands overrode any worry. He wouldn’t hurt her.

  Kat pulled the condom from the wrapper and rolled it on, stretching the latex over his skin. Hunter pulled her to her feet. He placed kisses over her chest while his hands spread her legs apart. His gaze remained fixed on hers while his fingers delved between her slick folds. Water droplets collected on their skin from the lake. The cold she’d felt long ago evaporated from the heat their bodies created.

  Hunter took his time, stroking and massaging her clit to a dangerous peak. His touch traveled farther between her legs and then slowly slipped inside. He started with two fingers, gently easing them in and out of her damp pussy. Her head fell back. His forearm banded around her back, holding her upright while his lips homed in on her right breast.

  Soon, the easy pace gathered steam. Kat’s hips undulated. Her head shook back and forth. “You can’t make me come again.”

  “Watch me.”

  “Not like this.” She levered her head upright and found his half-lidded gaze. “I want your cock inside my body. I’ve waited long enough.”

  “Oh, yeah?” His brow arched. “How long have you wanted it, Doc?”

  “Since I could’ve lost my medical license for it.” Kat crushed her mouth to his to keep him from saying anything that would stall the process of getting him inside her. She hiked one knee onto the bed next to his thigh, but his leg barred her other. “Please.”

  “You’re not ready yet.” Hunter massaged her opening with three fingers.

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Have you ever been with a big man, Kat?”

  “Average,” she growled and fought against the orgasm gaining traction on her.

  “No one has ever called me average.”

  She pressed her mouth to his again, shifted her weight, and stole her leg from his. Her sense of triumph lived as long as it took her to lift and brace her knee on the other side of the bed and lever herself over his cock. When her opening met his head with an abrupt stop, she gasped.

  “It’s about time you start trusting me.” He spoke the words against her lips.

  Kat wanted it so bad she bore down on his crown and rocked her hips. The orgasm threatening to attack turned tail and ran. His massive head breached her body, and pain ripped through her. Silver spots danced in her vision.

  “Breathe, Kat.”

  She couldn’t. It stung. Surely, if she moved one way or another, he’d split her in two.

  “Look at me.” His voice was quiet and calm but demanding.

  Her eyes focused on him. He pulled her hand up from its death grip on his shoulder and lowered her middle finger into his mouth. His gaze anchored her while his tongue toyed with the pad of her finger. He sucked it down to the base and worked it to the tip where he left just a hint of saliva on the tip.

  “Rub your nipple.”

  Kat’s mouth fell open.

  “I thought you took instruction well?” A twinkle of challenge lit his gaze.

  She’d never done anything like this. Not while anyone watched, at least. Her hand shook, but she moved it to her breast. The moisture was cold on her skin. She held it there without moving.

  “Like you mean it.” He put his middle finger to his mouth and licked it. “Like this.” His hand dropped low, and the pad of his finger slid along her swollen clit down to the point and then back. He used straight strokes, then circled her flesh, and then depressed the nub and whirled it around in a circle.

  His gaze narrowed to her nipple, demanding she participate. The quiet order made touching herself easier by freeing her from the concern of perception. She eased into the touch as he had on her clit, starting slow. Their fingers worked in tandem, stoking the kindles of her desire to a roaring fire once more.

  Kat’s inner muscles relaxed. Her hips rocked to the beat of their caresses. Little by little, she worked herself on his dick and took more of him inside. Her breaths turned to heady moans. Her light touches morphed into the all-out groping of both breasts.

  “That’s it, Kat. Fuck. Let me inside that sweet pussy.”

  “Yes.” She’d never had anyone speak so crassly to her, and it shot a wave of lust straight to her core. She loved it. “I want more.”

  Hunter gripped her ass with both hands, stopping her cold. She wiggled to gain control and more of his length, but his hold was absolute. “Tell me, Doc, do you want more of my dick or more of my dirty mouth?”

  “Yes.” She nodded. “Both.”

  “My pretty angel likes it kinky.” He sucked the nipple of the breast she cupped. “I knew you had it in you.”

  The small claim of ownership should have scared her or, better yet, not registered at all. Oh, it registered all right. Right between her lifted breasts and her labia. Before she could stew, Hunter pulled her hips down and thrust up. Her ass cheeks met the tops of his thighs.

  “Oh, Hunter.” He filled her so completely—lust, emotion, and raw desire choked her.

  “Breathe, Kat.”

  “I am.” She abandoned her breasts and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

  He leaned his lips against her ear. “You wanted me inside you. Now I can feel the pulse in your womb. It’s hammering against my dick.” His fingers kneaded her ass. His mouth snagged hers in a quick kiss. “You feel like fucking heaven.” The words were mumbled against her shoulder as if not meant for her.

  No. Kat just projected. Guys probably said that to women all the time. Hunter had probably said that to— Not a helpful train of thought. She lopped it off. Still, the roots took hold. They were rotten and tainted the soil.

  “Hey, come back here.”

  “What?” Her gaze focused on Hunter. He studied her for a second.

  “You’re worrying, and this isn’t the time to worry.”

  “Ah!” She growled. “I hate that you can read me so well.”

  His mouth wore on hers for a moment. “I love it.” He offered her a sinister grin and then flipped them over. His thick arm hooked around her back, and he crawled them up the bed with one hand and one leg.

  Kat sank into the covers and let Hunter press his chest to hers and study her. His gaze mined deep, and then his hips thrust. They retracted and lunged again. Her legs fell open, receiving every part of him. He gave it all, battering her most sensitive flesh with a ram built for total domination.

  She forgot everything and felt. Her body gave over to his demands. Each thrust abraded her slick clit. Each thrust rubbed her sensitive nipples against his chest. Each thrust ratcheted her higher and higher until…

  Free-fall.

  Her fingernails bit into his shoulders. She came under his watchful gaze, moaning and speaking words that didn’t form a cohesive thought.

  “You’re beautiful, Kat.” He pounded into her. “Watching you come just does it for me.” His head shook. “Every time you came with your clothes on without touching me, I almost lost it.”

  “Lose it now,” she begged. More than anything, she wanted to see him lose control over her.

  As if he lived for her order, Hunter’s jaw tensed. Every muscle in his shoulders and chest strained. His abs contracted, and he lifted himself off her slightly. “Kat.” He shivered in her hold and then collapsed atop her. Their breaths and heartbeats mingled for many minutes. “I have a present for you too.”

  “Oh, I got it. All of it.”

  21

  “Ha!” Kat cleared the chamber, flipped on the safety, and slid the Smith & Wesson M&P Shield into the clip at the small of her back. She whirled toward him with wide eyes and a fat grin. “Ten out of ten.” Her palms clapped together and then flew high above her head. “That’s one-hundred percent.” She pointed at him. “In case you didn’t know.”

  Hunter couldn’t contain the pride swirling in his chest or the erection in his pants. He cleared the uneven terrain in three strides, locked his arms around Kat’s waist, and hoisted her into the air. This time, she didn’t chide him about the added
weight on his prosthetic. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her palms clutched his face while her lips smashed into his. Instantaneously, he renounced the decision he’d made during the night. When she slept next to him, it was easy to see they couldn’t ignore the outside world much longer. After all, Tor was probably up to some no-good revenge shit. If Hunter lay dormant and one of his brothers—hell, anyone else—got hurt, he wouldn’t be able to face himself in the mirror. The sun beat down on their faces with the lake at their backs. The open sky smiled upon them. Kat held him like she never wanted to let him go. It was easy to forget the horrors of the world and simply be with her and that fucking radiant smile she flashed him morning, noon, and night.

  “In case you didn’t know,” he said, nibbling her collarbone, “if you’d started practicing five weeks ago when I gave you the thing, you’d have shaved two seconds off your time by now.”

  “Do I need to put something in your mouth to shut you up?” She giggled and plowed her fingers over his short hair.

  “Yes,” he groaned. “Tuscan chicken and stuffed artichokes, please.”

  “That’s not what I meant.” Her face arched to the sky, and she laughed. It shook her belly against his. He seized the opportunity to hike her higher in his arms and bury himself in the valley of her breasts. He drank in her scent buffered only by thin cotton. Then he filled his mouth with as much of her breast as possible with no hands. “Now you’re getting it.”

  “Not yet, but I will,” he warned with a mouthful.

  “Food first,” she insisted, “I’m hungry too.”

  “You’re the one who insisted on maiming five-hundred cans.” His words muffled against her chest.

  “I don’t hate guns anymore. It’s actually fun and… I don’t know…” She wiggled from his hold. “Empowering.”

  Hunter set her on her feet and kissed her forehead. “You hated your fear of guns and lack of gun knowledge.” He offered her his hand, and they turned back to the path that brought them through the woods and to the house. She slipped her palm next to his, and they started the walk. “Just like this thing.” He waggled the tennis shoe covering his prosthesis on a stride. It landed easily on the ground and allowed him to continue without thought. “I hated it until I learned how to use it. Now, I can beat you back to the house.”