The bell tinkled again. “Meester Micah, yer here.”
Micah broke the kiss. Eve nearly screamed in protest.
“Yeah, Sharky. It’s all right for Mom and Meg to come home. I can go get them if you’re busy.”
Sharky chuckled. “Ye look likes you have yer hands busy. I be goin’ shortly.”
They waited just long enough to hear the door shut before they attacked each other again. Eve gasped as Micah nipped the curve of her neck. He gripped her ass and ground her against him.
“I need you,” Eve begged.
“I need you too, and I can’t wait until we get back to camp.” Micah let her go and crossed the store to the door. He smirked at her as he flipped the lock and turned the sign to CLOSED.
Eve swallowed hard before she spoke. “What about Amos?”
“Don’t scream too loud and we won’t disturb him.” He grabbed her hand in his and led her into the garage. He lifted her up and sat her on the hood of the first antique car he came to. He tugged her shirt over her head and then nestled his lips against the curve of her breast. She weaved her fingers in his hair as she moaned.
He unfastened her pants and rubbed hard between her thighs. She bucked hard at his touch.
“Jumpy?” he questioned.
“Micah, please. I do nothing but think of you. I don’t even know you. Just…”
She didn’t need to finish her sentence. He pulled her off the hood and then spun her around. He gently leaned her against the car. The cold metal against her nipples sent delicious shivers down her spine. She felt him roll her jeans and panties down her legs. Then she heard the clatter of his belt coming undone.
She let out a hiss of relief when the tip of his cock dipped inside her. His powerful fingers gripped her hips. He arched his hips against her ass as he impaled her. His thrusts were deeper, faster as he moaned her name.
She tried to meet his strokes but failed. Whimpering, she pinched and tugged at her nipples. Her dreams were nothing like the real thing. She felt him swell as his pace picked up, as he dug deeper inside her. His hand snaked between her legs and gently rubbed her. She screamed as the sudden wave hit her. “Micah.”
He twisted his hand in her hair as he pumped a few last deliberate strokes. She shook as he throbbed inside her, panting and grunting as he released. He collapsed against her, pinning her between his body and the car.
“You were seriously a virgin?” she questioned.
“It was a lot of porn,” he confessed. He pulled free from her. She stood up straight from the vehicle. Before she could turn or bend over, he redressed her in her panties and jeans.
“Micah, I can’t go home,” she murmured.
He turned her to him. “You’re going home. My home. My cabin. My bed. But we need to get back soon. I want more of you. And I seriously need to get training soon.”
Eve picked up her shirt and put it on. She touched his face. “Are you sure? I’m not right for you. I’m bad. So bad.”
He turned his face into the palm of her hand and kissed it. “You are my mate. Yes, I’m sure. Now go get your things. I have lost time to make up for, and I’m getting hungry again. Let’s go home.”
Eve pressed a kiss to his lips and then hurried into the shack for her things. She shoved her stray clothes into her bag and zipped it shut. She left a butterfly kiss on the forehead of a sleeping Amos and then weaved through the shack and garage to the front shop. She paused for a second to gaze at the car she had just been sprawled across as Micah fucked her. The memory took her breath away. She slipped into the front shop to search for him.
She found him outside leaning against his Jeep with his arms crossed over his chest. He strode to her and slammed the door to the store closed behind her. His gaze never left her as he slipped the key in the lock to secure the building. He followed her to the passenger side to help her in before sliding behind the wheel and flipping the ignition.
The sunshine was robbed by the trees as they sped up the lane into the forest. She felt Micah’s hand wander up her thigh. She returned the favor until her fingers caressed the ridge pressing thick against the zipper of his jeans. He hissed at her touch.
“Answer something for me?” she asked.
“What do you want to know?” he countered.
“What I saw up at your camp was the singularly most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen in my life bar none. Why, instead of screaming or sobbing or freaking out in general, did I want to fuck your brains out?”
Micah chuckled. “Good question. The past few days while we were apart I talked quite a bit about it with Cay.”
“Who’s Cay?”
“My little brother.”
“You discussed our sex life with your little brother?” The statement shocked her. A sex life? Up until Micah, all she had were one night stands. Now she had a sex life? She shook her head and waited for his answer.
Micah must have noticed her inner turmoil because he flashed her a crazy grin. “Up until our first night together, Cay was the only brother who mated. You know the perky, pregnant blonde? She’s Cay’s mate. And his wife.”
Eve nearly choked over his words. “Wife? You don’t expect…” She waved a finger between him and her.
Micah’s smile faded. “No. We don’t have to get married. If this arrangement as mates works for you, it works for me.” He took a deep breath. “Anyway, Cay explained that whatever spiritual power mated us also sends that crazy need for sex into us. You know, the one that has your hand wrapped around my cock? It’s there, so we get to know our mate better. We may be polar opposites, but we’re going to find common ground if all we want to do is fuck each other. It intensifies during the full moon because that’s when we’re fertile. It’s how we populate our kind.”
“Oh. I see.” Eve pulled her hand away and laid it in her lap. The look on his face when he said they didn’t have to get married broke her heart. It was the same one he had when she told him she couldn’t have children. They had never talked about their future. They hadn’t even known each other for a month. But she could sense he wanted a family. Oh, baby. I’m not the kind of woman you want to have a family with.
“I didn’t say I minded having your hand there,” Micah objected.
Eve laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He smiled again as he laid his hand on her knee and then turned his attention back to the road.
The rest of the drive through the forest was silent. The tension between the two of them grew almost too thick to breathe. Eve couldn’t figure it out. Was it sexual or had they reached an impasse? She let out a sigh of relief as light broke through the cab when they reached the clearing.
Micah shifted into park and leaned against the steering wheel. An old beat up truck sat outside the largest building. Eve was certain it wasn’t here the night she drove her bike up here. Her eyes grew wide in alarm. She was so hypnotized by Micah, and what hung between his legs, she forgot her bike at Sharky’s. It was her prized possession, and she left it behind. “Oh, shit.”
Micah’s stare never left the truck. “What’s wrong?”
“I left my motorcycle at Sharky’s. I have to go back for it.”
“We will. We have to move your stuff up here anyway. At least I’m assuming we are. Correct me if I’m wrong. What the fuck is Littlefoot doing here?” Micah popped open his door and jumped out. He didn’t bother to help her from the vehicle. She watched, dumbfounded, as he stormed to the long building. She threw open her door and hopped out to follow him.
She didn’t look far to find him. Over half the building was converted into a martial arts gym. Micah had joined the group of men she had seen at the garage a week ago, including the older man with the long black hair. He held a piece of paper in his grip.
Eve curled up against her mate, aware of the stares of the other men on her. Micah looked down at her and cussed. “Shit. Sorry.”
“It’s all good,” she replied.
One of the brothers, a muscular guy with a Mohawk, ch
uckled. “Did you leave her in the Jeep? Micah, you’re such a dumbass.”
“And still your older brother, Sam. So shut the fuck up.”
The older man cleared his throat to get their attention. “We have important things to discuss, gentlemen. We need to talk about this before your mother gets back. I don’t want her to know about what I have to share. It will kill her. But I do think we need to take a moment to introduce our new member of the family. When you seven bicker, you sort of blend together.” He offered a hand to her. “I am Adam Littlefoot. I was Zane’s best friend. When he died, I took it upon myself to help out with Evelyn and the boys.”
“Who is Zane?” Eve questioned.
“My dad,” Micah answered softly.
“And Evelyn is their mother,” Littlefoot added. “Boys, introduce yourself to your new sister.”
The brother with the long, curly black hair offered his hand. “I’m Josiah. I’m the only one who can claim to be Micah’s older brother.”
The brother with the Mohawk followed suit. “I’m Samuel. Or Sam. I’m the third oldest.”
The one with the shaggy dark hair shoved his hands in his pockets. Then as if it was an afterthought, he held out his hand. “Caleb. I’m dead in the middle. I can introduce you to my mate, Meg, when she gets back.”
The next two stepped forward at the same time and then elbowed each other. The slightly taller one spoke first. He looked eerily like Caleb. “I’m Joshua, the third youngest. This idiot next to me is Ezekiel.”
“Hey, stupid shit. I can introduce myself.” He did the same as the brothers before him. “I’m Ezekiel, the next to last.”
The last was a little smaller and sort of gangly. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his jeans. He barely lifted his head when he spoke, and his voice was barely audible. “I’m Abraham, and I’m the youngest.”
Eve smiled as she waved. “I’m Eve. I’m, well, Micah’s mate I guess.”
Josiah grinned at her. “Welcome to our family.” He turned to Littlefoot. “So what’s going on that you needed to talk to us without Momma?”
Littlefoot turned to Eve. “Maybe you could give us fellas a moment?”
Micah snaked his fingers between hers and held her to him. “She’s fine. What’s up?”
Littlefoot paused before he spoke. “There was an attack last night. Something killed an old farmer and his wife near the reservation.”
“So what does that have to do with us?” Caleb asked.
“It was a beast.”
“And you assumed it was us?”
“Whatever killed them left a full herd of sheep. A wolf or bear would have eaten the sheep and left the humans. Whatever attacked them wanted human flesh. And it left a bloodbath inside the house.”
The brothers looked at each other warily. Eve frowned at Micah. “You feed on humans?”
“No,” Micah assured her. “We are ingrained with a blood lust. But it’s easy to control.”
“Well, not for all of us,” Caleb commented as he glared at Abraham.
Abraham ripped his hands from his pockets and clenched them on his hips. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“You almost attacked Eve when she showed up the first night of the full moon.”
“I didn’t do whatever it is Littlefoot is talking about. I was hunting near the North Cabin. Next to the stream.”
“Were you cognizant of what you were doing at the time?” Sam interrogated.
“None of us are. But I’m telling you I didn’t do it. Didn’t Cay tell us humans taste different?”
Eve bit back a gasp. Micah squeezed her hand. Caleb shot a glance at her before turning to Abraham. “Thanks for bringing that up, asshole.”
“Guys, shut the fuck up,” Josiah ordered. “We can’t prove anyone did anything. We need to keep a low profile. And during the next full moon, everyone hunts in pairs. Agreed?”
There was a low rumble of agreement between the seven of them. Slowly they wandered off to their next activity. Micah led Eve from the gym back outside to his vehicle. Eve stared at Caleb before he disappeared around the corner.
“Caleb attacked a human and ate them? He likes feeding on humans?” Eve whispered to him.
He opened the door and grabbed her bag. He slung it over his shoulder and then slammed it shut. “You have to understand. My stupid ass brother joined the army after our dad died. He was sent overseas and promoted to Special Ops.”
“How could he be in the Army and hide who he was during the full moon?”
Micah gazed at her as he brushed a dark lock of hair from her shoulder. His touch made her shiver in anticipation. She needed him to touch other parts of her right now. “We can control the change. It feels like someone is disemboweling us though. I haven’t felt greater pain. I’ve suppressed it once or twice. Cay did it for six months. He was on a mission when he confronted a single enemy. It was a full moon, and he was under so much pressure he couldn’t hold it. He did what he had to do to neutralize his enemy. No feasting. Just survival.”
Eve tuned out every other word he said. She didn’t want to hear about Cay. She understood enough that she knew he wasn’t a threat to her. She wanted to taste those lips that were talking. She wanted to feel them on her skin.
He hovered over her, a wicked grin spread across his face. “Ready to go home?”
“Uh-huh,” was all she could stammer out.
Chapter Seven
Micah wrapped her hand in his and led her across the camp to his cabin. He shut the door and locked it once they stepped inside. He pointed to the hallway leading from the living area. “Bedroom is that way.”
“You’re not coming?”
Micah tossed her bag on the couch. “I’m right behind you.”
She shot him once last glance before she scurried down the hall.
Eve took in the room. It was large but minimally furnished, like every other room in the cabin. The large bed was draped in a crimson comforter. The headboard had a rustic look with slats of unfinished wood spaced a few inches apart and capped with a board that held them together. The walls were adorned with antique weapons. She slowly spun around, studying everything, until she landed on the mattress. She shuddered. The room smelled like him. It felt like him. And soon she was going to be beneath him in this bed.
“My, my, my. What do we have here?”
Eve’s head shot up to find Micah in the doorway, a pair of metal handcuffs dangling from his index finger.
She nearly growled. “You went through my things?”
“You went through mine at the hotel, or I wouldn’t have left with that thousand dollars I paid you. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, right? And I saw the other stuff. We’ll talk about that later. Right now I plan to make you feel so good you won’t want to jam one of those fucking needles in your arm. I have admit I’m surprised to find these in there.”
She moaned at his threat. “They were from a job, from a bachelor party I danced for. I forgot they were in there. And weren’t you a virgin a couple of weeks ago? You might want to put those down before you hurt yourself.”
He planted a knee on the mattress between hers and hovered above her. “Baby, I might be inexperienced with sex. But I’m a werewolf. I’m bred to be dominant.”
Micah tucked the cuffs in his back pocket and then gripped the hem of her shirt. “Let’s get this off.” He ripped it from her and then trailed his fingers up her spine. Her bra fell free down her arms. He kissed her hard and deep as he tugged it off and threw it on the floor.
He slowly spread her back across the comforter with his own body. His devious grin made her heart skip a beat. He took one of her wrists in his hand. His gaze locked with hers as he retrieved the cuffs from his jeans and clamped one around her arm. She trembled. His chocolate brown eyes hypnotized her. His grip was velvet steel as he guided it to the headboard. Threading the chain of the handcuffs through the slit, he brought her other arm to the headboard and locked the second cuff aroun
d her other wrist.
Micah sat back on his heels as he stared down at her, bound to his bed. A growl rumbled from his throat just before he attacked a pink nipple with his teeth, nipping, sucking, rolling the tip of his tongue around it. Eve gasped and arched her back to him. He wrapped his fingers around her hip and pinned her to the bed as he continued feasting on her breast.
Eve felt the flame grow in her belly as she bucked against his hold. Before this man, she couldn’t orgasm if she tried. She cried out as he pushed her over the edge, the rush of heat flooding her. And he was still only on her boobs. There wasn’t going to be anything left of her by the time they got around to penetration.
She whimpered as she came down from the pleasure that filled her. “You. Inside me. Please, Micah.”
“I’m not done with you yet.” He sat up and crawled to the foot of the bed until he kneeled between her feet. Leaning over her, he unfastened her jeans. She silently obeyed and lifted her hips as he wiggled her pants and panties from her body, leaving her naked. He pushed against her shins to buckle her legs. Holding her feet to the mattress, he waged the same attack on her clit that he had on her breasts. His tongue dipped inside her. His teeth scraped her swollen flesh. The ecstasy blazed through her, burning her alive. The words she mumbled made no sense. Her mind was void of thought. All she wanted, needed, craved was the man between her legs. Her instincts were primal. The only command she understood was to mate with him, and she was ready to follow the order with every essence of her being.
She watched with bleary eyes as he climbed off the bed and stood. He slowly pulled the shirt from his body. It was pure torture watching him undress. The swirls of ink on his skin and the ridges of muscle only made her want to taste it, to feel it against her lips. He skimmed the waistband of his jeans with his thumbs before popping the fly. He slipped his hand in to caress his cock. Eve licked her lips at the sight.
“Do you want this?” he asked.
She nodded eagerly. He cocked his head to the side and shoved his pants to the floor. He fondled himself again. “In your mouth?”
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