He staggered under her weight and toppled back on the bed. She rode him down, and then her overwhelming light took over in all its glory. Her rhythm before paled before her crushing desire now. She planted her knees on either side of his hips and rode him faster and harder than he ever thought possible. How he survived, he never knew.
She took two firm handfuls of his chest, and her fingernails sank into his muscles. She rotated her hips on his shaft to excite every inch of her inner territory. She whined and screeched into his face. He could only lie back and admire her from below.
He threw his arms over his head and took hold of the bed frame. That, at least, gave him something solid he could depend on. He wouldn’t sail away while holding onto that. He tightened his arms against the iron and thrust his hips up into her foaming chasm. He hit her as hard as he could, but he couldn’t knock her off. She clamped her hidden muscles around his cock and squeezed.
Her breasts rode high and perfect against the ceiling. He would like to cup them and twist those wrinkled nipples if he dared let go of the bed frame. He would have liked to rise off the bed and suck them until she sobbed in delight. He would have liked to follow the furrow down her belly to her navel and lower to her twitching mound.
Her tissues contracted against every thrust, and rivulets of honey trickled around his bulging veins. They streamed over his nuts and stained his hair. They wet his ass, but he still wouldn’t stop. He hammered up into her and she sat down tight against his penetrating blows. She squealed and twisted every which way.
His swollen head buried into her deepest secret hiding place. He knocked her up to give himself just an inch of space to slide out before she slithered back down onto him. Oh, dear God, when would it ever end? Could he survive this intensity?
He blinked up at her goddess form standing tall and inviolate above him. He didn’t know this woman. She was every woman in the universe. He was every man, taking her, filling her, sowing his seed on her fertile ground.
Her lips curled away from her teeth. She arched her back to grind her sweet crotch over his prick. All at once, she bent her head and looked down at him. Their eyes met, and the heavenly cosmic veil fell away. She was his—his mate, his bear, his love.
The beauty of that love overpowered him. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He almost burst into tears at the beatific smile on her face when she recognized him. Instead, all his emotion spurted out the end of his cock. Fiery torrents of love and recognition and adoration poured into her. He never wanted anything else but this.
She sang out her love for him, and his seedy elixir overflowed over his hips. She collapsed on top of him, and her breasts brushed his chest. He roared in her ears, but only endless love filled his heart.
She washed over him. He couldn’t think. He could only rock on those waves sweeping through him. His cock lay limp and soggy inside her. Her muscles contracted against his cock and excited him all over again. She mewed in his ears and stroked his chest with her breasts. Their sweat clung to every hair.
He kissed her ears and cheeks, but she kept her face buried in his neck. She swirled her hips through the combined wetness of their creamy desire. She squeezed his shaft inside her. She couldn’t want to do that again…could she?
She lifted her head to kiss him, but she kept her eyes closed. What was she thinking about right now? Did she see him at all, or did she only see the supernova of orgasmic completion shivering through her?
Her circles got faster, more insistent. He refused to believe she wanted him again. How could she? Didn’t she know she just destroyed him with her demands? Her eyes opened. Those dark orbs found him, and he quaked to his bones. She scorched him through and through with her insatiable desires.
Before he could decide what to do, she glided her hands up his ribs, up his chest to his shoulders. She guided his arms above his head until his knuckles bumped the metal bed frame. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.
She did. She positioned his fingers around the cold metal, and she started moving her hips over him to bring him back to raging hardness all over again. Would she never quit?
His body responded against the screaming protests in his mind. He couldn’t, could he? He already was. The muscles inside her contracted in undulating ripples. They stroked him hard, no matter how he willed them to lie still. His nuts tightened, and his hips flexed to thrust against her.
She fixed her demonic eyes on his face. She bit her lip, and her tongue flicked behind her teeth. She bent over to kiss him, and her breasts swayed in his face. He had to cling to that bed frame no matter what. He had to ride this out and make her understand he wouldn’t back down.
He made up his mind then and there that he would last the distance. When she finished this time, he would throw her down on her back. He would show her he wanted her as much as she wanted him. He would put her hands on that bed frame, and she wouldn’t let go until he made her his for life.
Chapter 16
Haven closed her eyes and kissed Foicks one more time. She snapped alert when he chuckled between her lips. “You said you were going home.”
She laughed and swatted him. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“Never, but it’s almost ten o’clock.”
Her head shot up. “It is? How did it get so late?”
He curved his arms around her. “Like this.” His lips trailed off hers in delicate blinky sips.
She snuggled under his arms and hooked her hands over his shoulders from behind. “I could stay like this forever.”
“Stay, then.”
Haven fought through her mounting enjoyment to think. “Ash and Jana will come back soon.”
“They already know about us. If they didn’t hear us last night, they’ll hear us pretty soon.”
She hid her eyes against his chest. His heart beat into her brain. “Real life won’t go away.”
He kissed her hair and rubbed her bare back. “This is real life. This is as real as it gets.”
“What are we going to do about…?”
He waited for her to finish. “About what?”
“About…everything?”
“If you want me to solve some problem,” he told her, “you’ll have to be more specific about what exactly it is. Do you mean the war? Do you mean Ash? Do you mean the fact that your whole tribe wants peace and I’m for war? Which part are we talking about?”
“Well, all of it, really, but I was just thinking about what you just said about staying here. I can’t stay here.”
“Why can’t you? Have you changed your mind about me so soon?”
“I would love to stay with you all the time, but look at this place. It’s a guy pad. It’s the flop house of three single guys. It’s…well, it’s dirty.”
“Is that all? We can clean it up.”
“What about the other two guys hanging around? Do you really want me to stay with you in a place like this?”
He put his head on one side. “Well, I don’t know what to do about them. I can’t exactly kick them out so we can have this place to ourselves. Anyways, the other problems are somewhat more pressing. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Absolutely. So, what are we going to do about them?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do about any of it. I only know I want you with me. I can deal with anything as long as I have this.”
She kissed him long and slow. “We’ll always have this. No one can take this away from us. Just don’t go running off. I don’t think I could handle that.”
He hugged her head against his chest. “You never have to worry about that. I’m gonna live a long time and do my very best to make you regret the day you ever laid eyes on me.”
She jabbed him in the ribs until he howled in agony. “You prick. I already do.”
He fought back and shoved her out of bed. “Get away from me, you devil. I don’t want some devil woman in my bed. You said you’re going home. Put your clothes on and stop trying to make me hard by rubbing your tits on
my chest.”
She dove back on top of him. She burrowed under the blankets to grab him by the balls. “I’ll make you hard. You see if I don’t.”
He strapped his thick arms around her chest and tackled her over on her back. He squirmed his hips between her legs and crushed her lips under his mouth. She pretended to struggle, but she met his tongue with her wicked little licks.
His prick swelled between her legs, and he growled into her mouth. He twisted her bare breast in one hand while the other weaseled behind her to grab her ass. All at once, she reared back and lunged off the bed. She flipped him over and dove for the door. “I’m getting up, and you can’t stop me.”
He propped himself up on his elbow and watched her pull her shirt over her head. “Don’t tease me like this, baby. It’s cruel.”
She slipped her legs into her pants. “You better get up and get dressed, too. Get the blood flowing out of your nuts. You’ll feel better.”
He scratched his head and chuckled. “You really know how to cast a romantic mood, don’t you?”
She leaned over the bed to kiss him, and her delicate fingers tickled up his thighs to the skin behind his balls. She stroked his nuts and gave his cock a tug. “You bet I do.”
He collapsed back on the bed and closed his eyes while she slipped into her shoes. “Are you gonna run out on me like this?”
“You’re coming with me.” She picked up his briefs and started sliding them over his feet and up his legs.
He jerked upright and tore them out of her hands. “Give me that. I’m not a baby, and I don’t need my mother to dress me.”
“Then get up and get dressed. We have to go see Boyd about finding a place for us to live.”
He buckled his pants. “Now, that’s a project I can get on board with.”
Once they got dressed and Haven combed her hair, they came out of his room into the bungalow’s living room. Another day spread over Bruins’ Peak outside the windows. Mist drifted over the forest and cast Dunlap Homestead in an eerie shade.
Foicks glanced through the window. His truck still stood alone in front of the bungalow. No one could see beyond the mist if any other vehicles sat outside. Foicks put his arm around Haven’s waist. “We’re coming back here, right? We’re gonna do it all over again, aren’t we?”
She laughed and kissed him. “We’re gonna do it ‘til you’re sick of me. You can bet on that.”
“I’ll never be sick of you, and you can bet on that.”
He put out his hand to turn the door knob when a screeching motor caught his ear. Outside the window, a shiny green pick-up skidded to a stop next to Foicks’s truck. The door flipped back, and Ash rushed up the porch. He yanked the door out of Foicks’s hand.
Foicks stepped out of his way, but Ash halted right in front of him. He panted for air. “You gotta come, Foicks. You gotta help me.”
Foicks’s shoulders stiffened. “What’s going on?”
Ash waved over his shoulder. “They’re marching.”
Foicks snarled in his face. “Who’s marching?”
“My guys,” Ash told him. “They’re marching on Dodd Homestead. They’re gonna attack your people to stop them going to war against the Midnight.” He grabbed Foicks by the shoulders. “They won’t listen to me anymore. I tried to talk ‘em out of it, but they’re so thirsty for blood, they just pushed past me and went anyway. They think all your people should be put down before they drag the rest of us into a war.”
Foicks burst through the door on a beeline for his truck. “So they’ll start a war themselves instead. Instead of killing the Midnight, they’ll kill other Bruins.”
Ash followed at his heels. “I told them that. They won’t listen to reason.”
Foicks jumped into his truck. “Get in. We have to stop this.”
Haven started to get into the seat next to Ash. “I’m coming with you.”
“You can’t,” Foicks countered. “You could get hurt.”
“If it comes to a fight,” she replied, “you’ll need every Bruin you can get to stop them.”
“Let her come,” Ash urged. “Another set of claws can only help.”
Foicks glared at her. “If anything happens to you, you’re in big trouble. Do you understand me?”
She kissed him on the cheek. “Yes, sir.”
He blushed and bit back a smile. “Don’t think you can schmooze me with your kisses. This is serious.”
He fired up the engine and screeched onto the road. “Where were they when you left to come and find me?”
“They just left MacAllister Homestead,” Ash replied. “They picked me up at Kerr Homestead. They were on their way to the MacAllisters’ to pick up Silas, but when I heard what they planned to do, I set off running back here. I got my truck on the way. That’s the last I’ve seen of them.”
“Maybe we’ll get lucky,” Haven offered. “Maybe they haven’t got their kit together and we’ll beat them to it.”
“A few minutes here or there won’t make any difference,” Foicks replied. “Once Rhys and the others get word the peace faction is threatening to stop them, everyone will come out with every gun they’ve got. It’s only a matter of time before they come to blows. Now that Rhys knows for sure I want out, he won’t hesitate to take the war faction the last step over the line.”
“We never should have let this happen,” Ash remarked. “We never should have let this thing go so far. It’s our fault.”
Foicks shot his brother a sidelong glance, but he couldn’t meet his eyes for long while the truck careened down the road. “Listen to me, Ash. I’m not going to Renegade Ridge. You’ll have to go alone.”
Ash spun around to face him. “Are you sure?”
Foicks squeezed Haven’s hand. “I’m sure. I’m staying right here where I belong.”
“All right, man. I can handle it on my own.”
“I want you to promise me,” Foicks told him, “on your word of honor, that you’ll give equal weight to our concerns as your own. I want your word you’ll tell the Nightshade some of us want war.”
Ash’s eyes widened. “Do you really think I’d short-change you like that?”
“It’s not just me,” Foicks replied. “None of the war faction will let you go if we can’t convince them you’ll be fair. Azer sent that letter to me, not to you. Something that girl said must have given him the idea these NightShade would be willing to fight. We can’t let you go alone if we think you’re gonna preach peace and nothing else.”
Ash turned back to the road whizzing by. “I’ll do it. I’ll tell them what you said.”
“That’s not good enough,” Foicks countered. “You have to promise.”
Ash fixed his ice-blue eyes on Foicks. “I give you my solemn word of honor I’ll give the NightShade everything they need to know about you and your fight against the Midnight. I’ll tell them everything you said about joining forces to drive them back. I swear it, and Haven is my witness.”
Foicks took his eyes off the road long enough to receive this promise. He stuck out his hand, and Ash clasped it. The next moment, he tore his hand out of his brother’s grasp to grip the wheel. He jerked the truck around a corner, and they braked in front of Dodd Homestead.
“Oh, no!” Haven murmured. “We’re too late.”
Chapter 17
Across the Dodd’s yard, a long line of men stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the shed. Almost everyone in that line carried at least one firearm. Some had clubs and swords.
Beyond the fence, the woods covered the mountain in their misty shroud. As Haven watched, another flank of men stepped out of the trees. Barton Kerr and Silas MacAllister led the advance. For peaceniks, they could pack the weapons as well as their adversaries. They were still Bruins, after all, and Bruins never did anything by half-measures. They set out to fight, and that’s what they would do. A couple hundred men faced off against each other that morning.
Haven yanked the door handle, but she couldn’t get out of the
truck. She kicked and scratched, but her panic stopped her from figuring out what held her back. In a panic, she screamed at the windshield. “Easton! Easton, no!”
Foicks snatched her hand. “Hold on. Slow down. You don’t want to go out there.”
“I have to!” she screamed. “Easton! No!”
She finally succeeded in working the door open. She leapt out of the truck and raced across the yard. She yelled out one more time. By the open shed door, Easton took his place at Rhys’s right hand. He faced the oncoming enemy with a machete in one hand and a revolver in the other. He glanced up at Rhys and smiled before he faced the enemy advance again.
Haven vaulted over the picket fence and tore across the yard. Foicks and Ash came a step behind her, but at that moment, Barton raised his hatchet above his head and let out a bellow to shake the earth on its axis. The whole peace faction rocketed forward.
Rhys answered that bellow with a thunderous roar of his own, and the war faction exploded out of their ranks to counterattack. Foicks shouted out, “No!” Ash held out both hands to his people and yelled, “Stop! Stop!” but no one could hear either of them.
At first, nothing but a solid wall of yelling, screaming, roaring voices blotted out everything else. The factions rushed each other with everything they had. They came together in a massive explosion of metal against metal. Then the din of clanging weapons drowned out the voices rising and falling from every direction.
Haven’s voice vanished into that pond of noise and confusion. Foicks and Ash disappeared from her side into clouds of gun smoke. She burst into the battle scene, but she couldn’t find Easton anywhere. The other men’s heads towered over him so she couldn’t see him.
Desperate fury and terror ripped her heart apart. She couldn’t let this happen to her own brother. She should have done more to stop him instead of spending so many hours making love to Foicks in his room. If anything happened to Easton, she would never forgive herself.
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