Pack Challenge (20 page)

They both screamed out, the last spasm shaking them. After a few moments or years…whatever…Zach leaned back and looked at her. “I’m
so
going to have fun with that,” he taunted, his hand tapping the tender flesh of her thigh.

Sara rolled her eyes. “Prick.”

Zach shoveled another spoonful of Fruit Loops cereal with milk into his mouth. “It is
not
possible!”

“How do you know? Just because there’s no proof to prove it, there’s no proof to
dis
prove it either.”

“You’re trying to make me crazy, aren’t you?”

“Not at all.” Sara put her bowl down. “I’m just saying there could be bunny shifters.”

“
There are no bunny shifters!”

Shaking her head she accused, “You’re a bunny bigot.” Zach threw his spoon back in the near-empty bowl. “And there is no such thing as bunny bigots.”

“Bunny bigot,” she accused again.

How exactly did he get here? Lying naked and stomach down on the living room floor beside a naked Sara Morrighan, bunny advocate?

“We’re not having this discussion anymore.”

“Is this you being all in charge?”

“Where you’re concerned, I
am
in charge.”

“Are you happy in your land of delusions? Are you king there?” Zach had to work hard not to laugh. Christ, he really liked her a lot, and he didn’t like many people.

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She sighed. “Look, if you’re going to be all bitchy and unreasonable about the bunnies…” Sara climbed up on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and grinding her hot crotch against his tight ass. “I guess you’ll have to find some other way to keep me occupied.”

“You’re damn demanding.” Zach closed his eyes and did his best to control the lust stampeding through him. Good God but the woman worked him like no one ever had before. Just the way she touched him made him absolutely crazy.

She licked the back of his neck. “You know what I like about you?”

“What?” He really wished she’d stop grinding herself against him. The ability to think quickly slipping away with every move she made.

“That you’re so easy to torture.” She nipped his ear. “You’re like a cranky Rottweiler.”

Zach sat up abruptly, causing Sara to roll off his back and hit the floor. “Hey!”

“We need to get something straight right now.” Zach faced her, pushing his hair out of his eyes. Pulling herself into a sitting position, she stared at him as he struggled not to look at her tits. Not easy when all he wanted to do was bury his face right between them. But this was important…really important.

“Do not—and I mean never—compare a wolf with a dog. We
hate
that.”

Sara said nothing for a good long time, then she leaned forward, staring deeply into his eyes. “Arf.”

She burst out laughing and fell back on the floor, legs kicking up like a ten-year-olds. The woman was silly, exasperating, and so damn beautiful his back teeth ached.

Rolling his eyes, Zach took firm hold of her legs and yanked her over to him.

“Ow! Rug burn, dude!”

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Ignoring her, Zach slipped his hands under her back and lifted her off the floor. “Kiss me, lunatic.”

She turned her face away. “No. You’re mean to me.”

“You haven’t seen me mean.” Leaning down he grasped her nipple between his lips and sucked hard. Sara’s hands slapped against his shoulders, her head falling back and her body arching into his, pushing her breasts closer to his face.

Shit, where did he put those condoms? Without releasing her breast or her body, he quickly glanced around the room. Spotting a box under the couch, he picked her up and moved them both closer to the couch—

still without releasing her breast. What could he say? He really liked having her nipples in his mouth.

Reaching out, Zach grabbed hold of the box and brought it over. He glanced up to find Sara’d raised herself up on her elbows and stared down at him, one eyebrow raised.

“What the hell are you do—”

He sucked her nipple hard and Sara’s head fell back again, cutting off her question. “Oh, my God, that feels so fuckin’ good.” He smiled to himself. He liked that he wasn’t the only one out of control. He had the condom on in seconds and then he was inside her.

Damn, but her pussy was tight. Tight and hot and all his. He ground his hips against hers and Sara reached up blindly, her hands digging into his hair.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled herself up so their bodies rubbed together. “Do that again. Please, Zach.”

“Kiss me first, you evil little tease.” Tilting her head to the side, Sara smiled seconds before her lips mated with his. They both moaned, their tongues swirling around each other.

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Man, he was in way too deep. Lost in this erotic haze with a crazy woman who felt the compulsion to fight for the rights of non-existent bunny shifters.

Pushing her back to the floor, Zach ground his hips against hers again. Sara tore her mouth away and gasped loudly. He must be hitting her clit just right.
Nice.
What a piece of ass. An ornery, crazy piece of ass, but a piece of ass just the same.

He kissed her cheek, then said against her ear, “Come for me, you crazy bitch.”

Her eyes closed tight, Sara grinned. “Arf, arf, arf.” She exploded, screaming out her orgasm and probably scaring the poor full-blood wolves lurking around the woods. Before she even stopped convulsing, Zach began fucking her with long, deep strokes. He took his time, enjoying the feel of her muscles contracting around his dick. Good thing they’d eaten something to tide them over, because he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

Sara grabbed the bunny by the scruff of the neck and stood. She grinned. True, she’d actually been going for that baby deer, but it moved too fast and the bunny crossed her path.

She’d had no intention of going after anything. She only wanted some fresh air and to enjoy the morning with her body all sore and well used again. With water bottle in hand and her Dallas Cowboys jersey back on, she’d happily walked out to her back porch. Soon after, she saw him. Or her. She didn’t know. All Sara knew was that there was a deer in her backyard and she was feeling mighty hungry all of a sudden. Dropping the water bottle, she’d gone after it, but it took off as soon as she moved off the porch. A few minutes later, the little bunny hopped by.

“And what are you going to do with that?”

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Zach stood on her porch, his arms crossed over that mouth-watering chest. He was completely naked. Gorgeous naked guy standing on
her
porch at eight in the morning.
That’s right. I rock!

Holding the bunny up to show him, the furry thing wiggling around in her hand, she said with immense pride, “Look what I caught! And I didn’t have to shift or anything.”

“I see. And, again, what are you going to do with it now that you’ve caught it?”

Sara frowned. “I don’t know. I hadn’t thought about it. I only wanted to catch the bunny.” She grinned and added, “And to see if it’s—”

“Don’t say bunny shifter to me, woman,” he growled.

Fighting her smile, “Okay.”

Zach’s hazel eyes glanced around her backyard. Finally, he nodded to her left. “Throw him over there.”

“What?” She looked at the empty space behind her. She didn’t want to throw her prize away. He was
her
bunny. “Why?”

“Do it. Trust me.”

Feeling a twinge of regret, Sara tossed the rabbit across her backyard. It landed on its feet and started to hop away. It should have moved faster, though. Those two wolves dashed out of the surrounding trees like lightning and tore the thing apart between them.

“Holy shit!” Sara stumbled back, almost falling on the ground.

Shocked and completely grossed out, she stammered to Zach, “I can’t…you can’t expect me to…there is no way…” Zach motioned toward the house, holding his hand out for her to grasp. “Come on, beautiful. We’ve gotta talk.” The two wolves trotted off, each with their own bunny half as a prize.

Oh, yeah. They really needed to talk.

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At least now it all sort of made sense. Zach had given her the quick Morrighan family synopsis, promising more when they weren’t still covered in each other’s DNA and panting from exertion because he'd fucked in practically every room of the house. He told her about who and what she was. He explained how her aggression was normal since she’d never shifted. And that helped her understand her grandmother.

Even why the Pack didn’t come after her sooner now made sense.

Apparently several of them had come to the hospital while Sara was still in her coma. Her grandmother had taken them to the back of the hospital to “chat” and attacked them with her favorite blade. One Pack member took a hit in the shoulder, another in the back and a female got her face cut, taking off part of her ear. Lynette left them all alive, but told them never to come back. That the “bitch” was hers now.

The Pack understood what Sara always knew. She was no more than a bone to a vicious dog. Her grandmother would have killed her first before handing her over to the people she blamed for taking away her daughter.

No, none of this information changed how much she hated Lynette but, for the first time ever, Sara finally understood the old bitch. More importantly, she definitely understood herself and why she’d always felt like a freak. Because she was a freak. But she found herself liking that. A freakiness she could definitely get used to.

Of course now she had to apologize to Miki. She’d been damn near close to right. And there was no way she’d ever let Sara live that shit down.

Sara settled back against the headboard of her bed, gently running her fingers through Zach’s hair, his dark head resting against her chest.

She felt as if he was always meant to be there. Lying comfortably between her thighs, making that low growling sound that absolutely curled her toes while his hands slowly moved up and down her legs. She wanted his place to be there forever. But, she knew, eventually he would leave and

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she’d be on her own again, no matter what Angie said. Sara would be on her own just like always. She held no false hope that what they had was anything more than great sex. She couldn’t afford to hope for anything more. She couldn’t handle the disappointment.

“Do you ride?” he asked her.

She smiled, her fingers lightly sliding around his ear. “Not since I hit that barn.”

Zach’s hands paused on her flesh. “You hit a barn?”

“I had to avoid the cow.”

Zach burst out laughing and Sara couldn’t help but smile wider. She liked making him laugh. She got the feeling a lot of people didn’t.

“Okay. Okay. I guess you’ll have to ride with me. No bike for you.” Sara frowned in the darkness. What the hell was he talking about?

His hand began to move again against her flesh. Slowly, seductively, as if he simply enjoyed touching her. God, how she would miss that.

“Do me a favor,” he sighed. “Don’t bring a ton of shit with you. It’s a long enough trip without having to worry about a bunch of bags.” Sara tensed and cleared her throat. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t panic, we’ll send for the rest of your stuff.” She grabbed him by that glossy mass of dark brown hair and snatched his head back, glaring into his hazel eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“What do you think I’m talking about? You’re coming with me.” It wasn’t a question, or even a demand. Merely a statement of fact.

“I…I didn’t agree to that.” Wait. Did she? Christ, she didn’t scream,

“I’ll go anywhere you want!” while coming, did she?

Zach turned his big body over, but never left his place between her thighs. “There’s nothing to agree to. You’re mine.”

“What? Like a dog? I don’t think so.”

He smiled in the face of her anger, placing his big arms on either side of her. He dragged his large body against hers until their eyes met. She

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took in a ragged breath, her pussy becoming moist and hot.
Christ, I am
a horny dog
, she thought as she itched to grab his cock and never let go.

“You don’t get it, do you? You’re not in this alone. You belong to me, but I belong to you. Even before you marked me, I belonged to you…as much as it annoys the shit out of me.”

“Marked you?”

He glanced down at his bandaged arm and she realized what she’d done. Not just on his arm but all over his body. The man looked like a used chew toy. Then she realized what he’d just said. “And you annoy the shit out of me, too. You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re a psychotic bitch.” His head dipped down and he dragged his tongue across her nipple, causing her back to arch. “But I’m pretty sure I could fuck that right out of you.”

“Well…” Her hands grasped the headboard, her body stretching out underneath him, her legs inching farther apart. She stared at him in open challenge. “You can
try.
But I’m not holding out any hope.” He smirked at her. “Really?” Then he ran his hand across her wounded thigh and her body jerked in response.

Her hands tightened on the headboard and she shook her head.

“Those fuckin’ cats.”

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Yup, she could actually
hear
her phone vibrating and it was in the other room, buried in her backpack. She had to admit it, this whole freak thing—gettin’ pretty cool.

“Either you shut it off or I break it in half.” Zach lay on his stomach, his arm thrown possessively over her naked waist, his face buried in the pillow. And clearly not real friendly when he first woke up.

Sara slipped out of bed and silently padded into the living room. She found her bag by the couch, the dog muzzle right next to it. She couldn’t help but smile, remembering Zach having that thing on his face.

She found the phone buried, as usual, in the very bottom of her backpack. Pulling it out, she quickly answered it before the caller hung up.