Prey (8 page)

El nodded. “Yeah. You think that’s all
she gave me? Listen, is there any way we can continue this
tomorrow? As you so eloquently put it, I’d really like to make love
to my woman. Have Ari bring her truck here too if you don’t mind.”
He spun and crossed his arms.

Gunter rose. “Well, considering I’ve
known you most of your life, I would have noticed anything
different, and do I look like your damn secretary?” He ambled
toward the door.

Nae strolled out with her phone in her
hand and stopped. The faint smile on her face was tentative. “Oh,
you’re leaving.”

“
Not by choice. Seems your
man has plans that don’t include me.” Gunter nodded.

“
I hope they include food.
I’m starving.” She twisted her torso between the men.

El cleared his throat. “I’m sure we
can come up with something.”

“
That’s my cue. Tomorrow,
El. We need to handle our issues before your meeting with our
contacts. I don’t want any surprises popping up while you’re gone.”
Gunter wrapped his palm around the knob.

“
There will be no loose
ends when I leave. I’ll bring Nae with me. She needs to understand
pride business and how we handle it.”

“
She does!” Gunter
bellowed.

“
I do!” Nae squeaked at
the same time. “Listen this is turning into some huge affair I
didn’t sign up for.” She started to back up. “It dawned on me I’m
in way over my head. I’m gonna go back home and tell Amos I
couldn’t locate you. Shay is booking my flights now for the
morning. I can stay at a hotel if need be.”

“
Who the hell are Amos and
Shay?” El growled.

“
I really hate matings.”
Gunter yanked the door open and slipped out into the
evening.

Nae’s stared at the spot Gunter
left.

El prowled her way. “We have quite a
bit to talk about, Nae.” He watched her gaze dart between him and
the various exits in the room.

“
This has been fun and
all, but I must have gotten conked on the head in the bar. This is
all just a bad dream. There no such thing as were-people. I mean,
I’m willing to play along if it means I’ll wake up, but nothing
seems to be working, so I’m just going to go hide in the bedroom
and wait until the doctor can revive me.”

He bounded over the couch
which stood between them and grabbed her wrist as she turned to
run. Pulling her with him, he fell backwards and tugged Nae along.
The cushions
whooshed
as he dropped into them, and she toppled over onto his body
with a thump. He locked an arm around her waist and opened his legs
for her to fall between them.

El arched his pelvis to rub his
erection against the inside of her thigh. “Does this feel like a
nightmare to you?” He pushed the hair from her ponytail up and over
her shoulder.

She shut her eyes tight. “There is no
other reasonable explanation.”

He tapped her temple with his index
finger, “Then, stop thinking with this,” and skated the digit down
her face, along her neck, to the valley between her breasts.
“Choose to follow this. I am the man you need, and you are the
woman I want.” He lifted his head to replace his finger with is
lips.

Her chin grazed his temple. “I’ve
known you all of two days.”

“
We have a lifetime. And
that’s practically an eternity for shifters.” His voice was
muffled. Anxious for skin to skin contact, he yanked her shirt,
rolling the thin material up her body. She levered up, and he
yanked the shirt over her head, jerking the fabric off her arms. “I
hope this isn’t you favorite bra.” A flick of his wrist, and his
claws cut the thin back strap into pieces. The satin fell away from
her breasts.

Taking one heavy orb in his hand, he
inched his head over, and wrapped his lips around the darker flesh
of her erect nipple. Deep moans passed through her lips as he
rolled the tight numb across his tongue. Her knees squeezed his
waist when he sucked her aureole into his mouth. The slide of
gentle lips brushed his temple. She slipped her hands beneath his
under shirt, dragging her nails up his rib cage. His dick jumped
when she flicked her nail over his nipple. The lion in him raised
its head in interest. El took her scent deep into his lungs,
soothing the beast.

He slid his hands down her torso, to
the jeans molded to her ass, and slipped his fingers into her waist
band. She sucked in her stomach muscles, and he brought his hands
around to un-snap her pants. El released her tit and sat up. Locks
of her hair had escaped her ponytail, and dark tresses framed her
face. Her cheeks were flush a deep red, and want shined bright in
her eyes. She sat back on his thighs and watched him. He met her
gaze.

Coils of excitement flowed through
him. She was his. He leaned forward and kissed the place above her
heart. Her arms came around his shoulders, holding him in place.
Easing one foot on the floor, he hefted her up and swung her around
to place his other leg over the edge of the couch.

El slid his hands up her thighs to
grip her hips. He rose, and her legs dangled before he bent and
slid his arm under her knees. Hauling her against him, he tilted
his head and nipped her earlobe. “There’s no running away after
tonight.” He nuzzled the spot below her ear. “Who am I kidding?
After getting a taste of you last night, there was no way in hell I
was ever letting you go.”

She placed her cheek on his chest and
warned. “Keeping me won’t be easy.”

“
Nothing worth having ever
is.” He marched down the dark hallway. “But, I promise you the
adventure of a lifetime.”

Nae raised a hand and pushed the door
open while still in his grasp. “I’m still dreaming
right?”

He eased her on the bed.
Straightening, he studied her form, her bronze skin a contrast
against the white covers. The single lamp on the nightstand bathed
her in an ethereal glow, and his heart stuttered in his chest. He
reached for his fly and slowly undid each button, taking his time
to push his jeans over his hips and down his legs. Stepping out of
them when they were around his ankles, he kicked them out the
way.

His cock jutted long and hard in front
of him. “Do I look like a figment of your imagination?” He reached
out and took her hand, placing it on his cock. “I am as real as a
man can get.”

El involuntarily flexed his pelvis
when she squeezed his shaft.

With a firm grip around his member,
she urged him toward her. Rising up on an elbow, she leaned forward
and opened her mouth, taking the in mushroom head of his rod. He
dropped his head back as pleasure rolled through him. The mattress
squeaked as she moved around on the bed. His lion rose and
stretched before pacing back and forth in his mind. His cock
touched the back of her throat, and she mewled. The vibration
coursed through him, building on the earlier sensations.

She cupped his balls, gently massaging
them as she slid her lips up and down his shaft. He stopped staring
at the ceiling and looked down to watch her head bob back and
forth. His nuts drew up, and a tingling began in the pit of his
stomach. He threaded his fingers through her hair and tugged her
head back.

When she glanced up, he shook his
head. “I want this time to be about your pleasure.” He crouched
between her legs and wrapped his hands around her waist. Tugging
the cold steel tab of her zipper he pulled it down. Next to their
breathing, the sound of metal un-knitting was the only other sound
in the room. “Lift your hips.” He hooked his fingers in the waist
band and yanked them down her legs, pulling them off.

Panties the color of her bra was the
only clothing she wore. He lifted his chin and stared into her
eyes. “I hope you’re not too attached to these either.” He slipped
a digit under the thin elastic and sliced through one side, and
then the other. The miniscule material fell away.

“
I need underwear.” She
voiced in a husky whisper.

“
I’ll buy you as many sets
as you want.” The scent of her arousal engulfed him, and his animal
started to yank at its leash.

He forced her knees open wider and
pressed little kisses along the inside of her thigh. El traced the
moist folds of his pussy, circling her clit with his index finger.
She fell back against the bed, and her body slightly bounced. He
placed a palm on her belly to keep her still, dipped his head, and
covered her clit with his mouth, flicking the small bundle of
nerves with his tongue. She dug her hands into him hard, scratching
his scalp with her nails.

Her sighs became whimpers. He slipped
his fingers into her opening and drove them into her passage,
sliding them in and out of her channel in rapid succession. Her
smooth, slick muscles rippled around his digits. He slid them free
and thrust again. She bucked against his hand. Her legs trembled as
she slammed them on his shoulders, and her torso bowed off the
mattress. He tilted his head, sucking her clitoris deep before
lightly biting down. Then, he crooked his fingers and plunged them
deep.

Nae screamed unintelligible words. Her
juices flowed down his digits and over his palm. He replaced his
fingers with his tongue and lapped her cream. Wiping the corners of
his mouth as she eased back, he glanced up to see her staring down
her figure at him. His own cock, rigid from need, bobbed against
the side of the bed.

Her voice wobbled when she spoke.
“That all you got?”

He crawled up her body to lie on top
of her. “Hold on baby. I’m just getting started.”

She spread her legs, and he slipped
his member into her snug sheath. He waited, enjoying the feel of
her vaginal muscles undulating around his rod. Nae rubbed her heels
into the back of his thighs. El rose up to rest on his forearms. He
rolled his hips, and her hands slapped the mattress. El started off
slowly, concerned he would break her with his strength. His lion
growled in frustration at the lack of movement.

Increasing his speed, he drove deeper
with each lunge. Longer, sharper teeth filled his mouth as his
focused narrowed on the creamy, bronze column of her throat. The
bedframe lurched to the side, and the headboard hit the nightstand.
A crash and the room fell into darkness. His vision flipped, and
his lion snapped free. He rammed his cock into her with wild
abandon, shoving them both across the bed. His hair lengthened. Her
moans urged him on, and she gripped his triceps. The prickling
returned in the pit of his belly and sent currents of awareness
along his nerve endings. Nae pulled herself up, crushing her
breasts against his chest.

El pressed his nose to her hair and
kissed her temple. Another thrust sent the mattress sliding over
the side of the bed. Nae briefly dropped beneath him. He opened his
mouth wide and lowered his head to the crook of her shoulder. His
teeth cut through skin and muscle of her neck as his seed erupted
from his cock head. The lion in him roared in satisfaction. The
metallic taste of blood flowed over his tongue. He raised his head
and gazed down at her.

She owlishly blinked up. He dipped his
head and licked the puncture wounds. Nae combed her fingers through
his hair. He took a deep breath. His scent comingled with the smell
of candied ginger. She was well and thoroughly claimed. He rolled
around and got to his feet, holding out a hand to help her
up.

“
Want to cut on the light
so we can clean up?” Her breath blew past his bicep.

“
Leave it. There are three
other bedrooms we can sleep in … or christen?” He tangled his
finger with hers.

“
Why did you bite me?” Her
voice held a thread of anxiety.

“
I completed the
claiming.” He lifted her hand to his lips.

Her silence was deafening.

“
Talk to me
Nae.”

“
I won’t stay, you have
lost your damn mind, and at the moment there are a number of vulgar
words going through my head about you.”

“
That’s my woman.” He
swooped her up to carry her through the room. “I’m sure you’ll
think of numerous more after you sleep on it. You need to rest. We
have pride business in the morning.”

“
Were you not listening to
me?”

“
I heard you loud and
clear. Now ask me if I think you actually believe that.”

“
That you’re an ass.” She
punched his shoulder.

“
No. That you won’t stay.”
He grunted to make her think her blow actually hurt and stalked out
of the room with her in tow.

Chapter Seven

El eased from beneath Nae’s arm and
slid out the bed. When he stood, he glanced down at her and pursed
his lips, debating on leaving. The bed was so much more inviting
with her in it. But, he needed to address the threat to his pride.
All he had to do was handle the issue, and he could go back to
pretending to be the pencil pushing shifter everyone thought he
was. He snorted as he backed out the room and tore his gaze away
from the lithe form on the king size mattress.

He didn’t bother to put on clothes. He
slid the sliding patio door open, and slipped through the slim gap.
Cool night air whipped through the trees at the back of his
property and across the deck, chilling him. Trace appeared at the
base of the stairs, waiting for him on the landing.