Their Unusual Mating [Paranormal Protection Unit 5] (Siren Publishing Classic) (20 page)

Reaching out, Rimi took Mercury and Snow. “My poor little babies. Why in the world didn’t you at least peek your heads out so that I knew where you were?” she asked as she rubbed her cheek to their little heads. “But Mac would never hurt you, darlings,” she told him with a smile.

“That’s what I told them, but I don’t think they quite believed the words,” Laighean told her softly. Stepping back, he let her exit the room and followed her. “We’ll need to stay inside for a time and away from the windows, at least until we’re sure the lands are clear.”

“Can’t you just hit the release to pull the shutters down against the windows? I would love to go to the living room, start a fire, and relax with you and the babies, honey.” The shutters were an addition that he had added to the home after they had moved in. With the flip of a button, military-grade steel slid into place and made the home impenetrable.

Nodding, he went to a control panel and activated the security measures. Once they heard the clank, he looked to her. “All right, darling, you can head into the living room now,” he said, following on her heels.

She moved to the living room, putting the kittens she held onto the floor and watching them all scamper for the room that held their litter box and food. Laughing, she shook her head. “The poor kids had to potty and were hungry and or thirsty but wouldn’t move because of Mac. They seriously need to get over their aversion to Kat’s men.”

“They will in time,” he said softly, moving to the sofa to sit down. “They just need to be around them more often. We’ll have to have the bunch of them over here so they can learn their scents and know they mean them no harm.”

“If they will ever brave up enough to come out.” She worried for her kittens. They were her babies. While Kat had a baby on the way and others had children, she didn’t, and she was fine with that. She loved having this time alone with her Lee, but the kittens were her babies and would be for a very long time. “We need to make sure that the kids are okay with the others in case we ever go on vacation.”

“They adore Kat, but she is Fae, so I think they are slightly biased,” he said, knowing the kittens put up with him. Reaching out, he tugged her fingers. “Come and sit, love. Relax and let them deal for a while,” he suggested softly.

She gladly took a seat beside him. Nuzzling his neck, she curled into his body heat and sighed. “Talk to me, honey,” she whispered. “What and who did you find? Were they here to cause issues? Is that why they are all in holding cells?”

“We don’t know, but their intent was rather clear,” he told her honestly. “They had weapons and looked like they knew what they were doing with them. We didn’t stand chatting and just took them down. We will talk with them when they regain consciousness.”

Her eyes went wide at that and she nodded. “Oh my.” She then pulled back and began to check him over for injuries. “You are unhurt, right?” It wasn’t a question so much as a demand. “And you made sure that Trey didn’t get hurt, too?” Otherwise Kat would be pacing the halls.

“We are both just fine,” he promised with a smile. “They never saw or heard us coming. We hit them hard and fast once we saw what they were carrying,” he murmured. “Trey was heading right back to the house to let Katherine inspect him before he went and did some more work.”

“And I’m sure that her inspection will end up with him naked, too. I think that perhaps you should get naked as well. After all, I need to make sure that each and every part of your beautiful body is working, darling.”

Snorting at that, he eyed her up and down. “That sounds like a ploy if I ever heard one,” he said, shaking his head. “I think you need to convince me that you aren’t planning on ravaging my poor helpless self once I’m naked.”

“Well you will enjoy it, darling,” she teased him. “And I fully intend on ravaging your body, honey. I need you and I know that you need me as well.” She began to pull open his shirt and brushed her lips down the column of his neck and ran her hands over his heavily muscled chest. “Tell me you don’t need me every bit as much as I need you.”

“That would be a lie,” he said honestly to her, “and I cannot lie to my woman.” Watching her, he tipped his head. “I think you are doing really well at undressing me for inspection. I’m thinking I should just sit here all nice and relaxed while you do whatever is needed.”

“Or…” She pulled back and grinned down at him. “Or I could start the fire and strip for you before the flames?” she offered to him happily. “Because I really, really would love to be able to strip for you, darling mine.”

Laighean shot his eyebrows up and stared at her. “All right,” he agreed. Because honestly he’d be a fool not to agree to that. “Do you want me to start the fire for you?” he asked softly. She could do it, but he always worried she’d get hurt. Silly, he knew.

“Oh no, I will do it.” She winked at him. “That way you get a nice lovely view of my rump when I turn around. That way you will know just what you will be viewing as soon as I get naked,” she teased him. Pulling away from him, she moved to the fireplace and turned on the gas and then tossed the match on the gas logs to get it started. Turning, she braced her hands on the mantel and began to grin and twisted and turned her hips, swaying to a song only she could hear.

Shifting, Laighean watched her intently, smiling at her movements as she danced for him. Leaning his head back, he slouched down on the sofa and sprawled his legs out. She moved like pure poetry, smooth and elegant. He loved watching her move.

Turning after peeling out of her shirt, she tossed it toward him. “Pants, Laighean,” she demanded and undid the snap on her bra, bracing her hand on the mantel and letting the straps slide down her shoulders as she did so. “Come on, baby, pants.”

Licking his lips, he got rid of his shirt and then his pants before leaning back to watch again. “Keep going,” he breathed out in need, his cock already straining for her. He kept his hands at his sides. He wasn’t going to touch himself while he waited. He wanted her as needy as he was.

Tossing him the bra, she turned and weaved. Dropping to the ground and shaking her hips as she rose up from her crouch, she began to peel off her pants, kicking them his way and turning once more, leaning down and wiggling as she began to peel out of the thong.

Catching her jeans, he dropped them over his head and the back of the sofa. She was killing him, in the same little increments she was working that too small scrap of lace down. “Charisma,” he rumbled softly at her in warning.

“I love it when you say my full name,” she shot over her shoulder and slid the thong down her legs, catching it with one foot and then grabbing it. Stalking toward him, she wrapped the thong around his hard cock and rubbed it gently. “Did you need something?” she teased.

“You,” he growled up at her, keeping his hands on the sofa out of sheer determination. “You are incredibly sexy and amazing, you know that, right?” Laighean asked, letting his gaze move over her body in a slow stroke.

She grinned. “Yeah, I know.” She did, too, with him. She had complete and total confidence where he was concerned. “And do you know just how sexy you are sitting there trying not to grab me?” Her thong continued to caress his cock, her fingertip moving to slide over the head of it and then off just as quickly.

“It’s a battle,” he said honestly. “I want to grab you and slam you down on my throbbing cock,” he added, lifting his eyes to her face. “Are you planning on torturing me for long?” he asked curiously even as he forced his body to remain still.

“Not long at all. I just want you to tell me what you want.” He had done it to her before. He had asked her to tell him exactly in detail everything she wanted from him, and now all she wanted was for him to give her a command, a desire.

“Payback?” he asked her softly as he watched her. He could play that game. “I want you to stroke me, rub your hand up and down my cock. I want you on your knees and your tongue stroking over me. I want to watch you as you take me into your pretty mouth and suck me deep.”

“Then that is what you will get.” She moved so that she was settled between his knees and reached out to touch him. “I love sucking your cock, darling,” she whispered and leaned in, her tongue stroking the head of his shaft and hands moving down the thick of him. Then, with a little growl from him, she took him into her mouth and began to suck him.

Jolting, he groaned softly and forced himself to relax back into the sofa cushions. Watching her, Laighean reached out to brush her hair back. “Use your tongue and teeth.” He growled at her quietly. He loved that little hint of pain, nothing truly painful, but enough to shock his system and make his cock leap for her.

Smiling, she did just that. With teeth only she scraped gently up his cock and then bit his cock head gently. “Like that?” she whispered and tongued the hole at the head of his cock as she did so. “I know I like it.” She growled, and using her teeth, teased him all the more.

“Hell yeah,” he moaned in absolute pleasure, only realizing after a moment he had his hand buried in her hair, the strands knotted around his fist. He wouldn’t force her into anything. He would only hold her hair, or so he kept telling himself.

“I love that,” she told him as she braced her hands on his thighs. “Tug my hair. Make me do what you want.” It was really a first for them, and she really, really wanted more. “Please, more,” she all but begged him. “Because it feels so very good.”

His toes were curling at her words, and he tightened his hand. “Put your mouth on my cock,” he ordered, his words nearly impossible to distinguish. When she took him back in, he pushed and pulled her around a little, being very careful of her.

Sliding one hand down, she reached between her legs and began to play with her clit. He could see her strokes were timed with each time that he had her moving up and down on his cock. Using teeth and tongue, she smiled around his cock at him.

She was killing him, his balls tightening up between his legs and the pressure becoming nearly unbearable. “More,” he rumbled as he used his hold to move her a little faster and slightly deeper, the tightness at the head of his cock having him panting hard.

Controlling her breathing, she swallowed to take him deeper, was determined to take him flying with her, and moaned as she rubbed her fingers over her clit faster and faster, slipping them into her sopping pussy from time to time as well.

Growling, he came with a shout. His hold on her hair was a little painful. He was crushing the strands for a small pinch of pain at her scalp that had her moaning. His hand loosened and then dropped so she could pull back a bit to breathe as he spilled down her throat.

She came as she gulped him down, moving her hand from her pussy to hold his cock. She drank down every drop that he gave her and then sat back on her heels, licking her lips as she did so. Smiling at him, she whispered, “That was spectacular, darling.”

Watching her with a hot look, he grabbed her hands and tugged her up into his lap. He was still semi-hard and hardening by the minute against her thigh, her pussy throbbing with need. Holding his cock, he pushed her down over him to take him in. “More,” he demanded as she took his hard cock into her wet, slick pussy.

Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she began to rock on him. Smiling, she looked down at him, leaning in and brushing her lips to his. “Always.” She would always give him everything. She loved this man, and she was only complete when they were connected like this.

Licking his lips to capture her taste, he put his hands on her hips and helped her to move. Leaning in, Laighean caught one of her nipples with his teeth and lightly rolled it before sucking it into his mouth. Suckling, he kept his eyes up on her face so he could watch the range of emotions she felt flickering there.

Rocking on him, she whimpered when he took her nipple into his mouth and rocked back harder on him. Her hands braced on his shoulders, she moved with him. “Harder,” she demanded as she rocked harder, faster on him. “Please.”

“You’re the one in control,” he pointed out to her, moving to her other breast. Suckling hard, he helped her to move faster, dropping her down onto him each time she moved up. Scraping his teeth to her flesh, he flicked the tight bud with his tongue.

“So good.” God, she loved when he let her be in control. It wasn’t often, but when he did, it was heavenly. “Bite me harder,” she whimpered. “Because I’m so, so close.” She rode him harder and faster.

Flicking his tongue to her skin, he moved his mouth up the curve of her breast and bit her harder, pressing down. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her down over him as he came. Her inner muscles tightened around and milked him.

Rimi’s scream tore through the room. Pleasure ricocheted inside of her body so hard that she was sure that he could feel it as well. Whimpering as she came down from the pleasure, she sighed and collapsed against him, smiling against his sweaty skin and simply feeling whole once more.

Shifting them so he was lying on the sofa with her draped over him, Laighean stroked her hair. “We’ve likely just scared the kittens off again,” he murmured softly. Poor little things still weren’t used to how vocal their owners were.

“True, but they will come running when we open their t-r-e-a-t-s bag.” She didn’t even dare say that word aloud or they would come running. Yawning, she relaxed against him, the heat of the fire keeping them pleasantly warm. “I love you, honey, so very much,” she whispered softly, honestly to him.

“That is true,” he agreed quietly with her. Tugging the blanket off the back of the sofa, he draped it over her. Stroking her hair lightly, Laighean pressed a light kiss to her hair. “We will rest for a time before we go and crack a bag.”

“Sounds good to me.” She yawned sleepily and relaxed into him. “I love you, Laighean. We are now and forever one. Just as we were meant to be.” Rimi’s eyes didn’t remain open, instead they slid closed and she was sound asleep.

Reading through the report, Laighean frowned. He didn’t like what the interrogators had gotten from the humans. But it did support what Quincy had found, though why they were coming after women already mated was another story. They’d had orders to come for Rimi and to get her at all costs, killing as many of those surrounding her as possible.