Whispers of Darkness (The Deadwood Hunter Series) (6 page)

“Fill ‘er up,” Alice answered, waving her glass in Caden’s general direction.
So much for a drunken girl night!

Lexia was thrown onto the bed with a squeal; she wiggled up the bed laughing as Lincoln pulled off his shirt making her mouth water as she stared at his ripped chest.

“I’m going to have my desert now,” Lincoln said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Lexia’s eyes never left his as he unbuckled his trousers and let them drop. “I said dessert was the best part.”

Her breath hitched as she watched Lincoln crawl towards her and lower his body on top of hers. His mouth found hers, greedy and possessive, whilst he pinned her hands above her head.

“You looked amazing tonight, baby, good enough to eat,” he said against her ear and then nipped.

Lexia gasped and wiggled under him as Lincoln nipped and sucked his way from her ear to the curve of her shoulder, tormenting her, bringing every nerve to life. He rocked himself against her core, making Lexia moan. His mouth had found its way to her collarbone, his free hand pulling her dress down to give him access to more skin.

“So yummy and all mine!” he murmured, pulling her bra down under her breasts, pushing them up, baring her nipples for him.

He took one into his mouth earning a soft cry in response and curled his tongue around the little hard pebble, teasing and sucking until she was a quivering mess beneath him begging for more.

Lexia’s whole body felt on fire, pleasure rippled through her veins as Lincoln teased her; she wanted desperately to wrap her hands into his hair, pull his head to her mouth and kiss him fiercely. Tugging against Lincoln’s hands that had hold of her wrists, Lexia moaned and thrashed beneath him as he nipped at her breasts sending tiny jolts of molten heat to her cor
e. She should have been able to get free but with all the pleasure sizzling through her muscles, they felt drugged and weak, so all Lexia could do was moan and beg for him to give her more.

By the time Lincoln released his hold on her she was so drunk on pleasure that all she could do was lay limp, soft moans escaping her as her pulled the rest of her dress off.

“Mmm now look at that, the best desert I’ve ever seen,” he said, pulling her panties down, “so slick and wet, just waiting for me.” His fingers ran between her soft flesh making her muscles clamp.

Lincoln spread her wide and stared into her hooded eyes as he pushed himself gently inside of her. He smiled at the moan that left her lips, at the way she pushed against him wanting him deeper.

“Do you want me, baby?” he asked, looming above her, a playful smile on his lips.

“Yes, baby, yes, please,” Lexia cried, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him deeper.

“I love you, my Wildcat,” he whispered against her neck before sinking his teeth in and riding her until she screamed.

Lexia woke early the next morning. Her birthday was over and today she was back to worrying about the ever-present threat of her mother and the Hunters. She slipped out of bed quietly and into the en-suite.

Splashing water onto her face, she smiled at the very faint mark on her neck which Lincoln had given her last night; she clamped her thighs together remembering the pleasure from their love making.

Pulling on a sports bra and shorts, Lexia quietly went down stairs and into the still-dark backyard. Goose bumps broke out across her skin as the wind whipped around her but soon she’d be covered in sweat so she carried on and started to stretch.

She’d been spending most evenings sparring with Lincoln but decided it was time she put more effort in. Lexia wanted to take every step possible to ensuring she had the strength to beat the Hunters and if that meant running backwards and forwards across Caden’s short yard, then that’s what she’d do.

Lincoln woke to find himself alone. Not moving, he listened to the sounds around him and picked up soft footfalls. Climbing out of bed, Lincoln walked to the window that over- looked the backyard and saw Lexia. She was running the short distance of Caden’s yard; when she reached one end she’d drop to the floor to do two press ups and then jump back to her feet and run back to the other side. It’s looked boring as hell but by the looks of the sweat glistening on her body she’d been at it a while.

He sighed; he knew that she would go back to worrying but he at least thought she’d have made it past breakfast. His panther bristled against his skin and for once he let it out. The last time he’d gone cat was when he’d bitten Lexia the day after she’d awakened. He knew he really needed to get away from the confines of this house but thought that maybe a run in the yard with Lexia might help.

He trotted from the bedroom, pushing the door open with his head. On his way across the landing Alice walked out of her bedroom, her hair a matted mess and her eyes half closed. She let out a startled scream as he went past, making him growl happily and Caden run from his room in just his boxers.

“What! What is it?” Caden asked, sword in hand, and Lincoln plodded down the stairs.

“Oh, put your sword away and get some clothes on! Lincoln, you ass, no animals in the house!” Alice yelled, stomping towards the bathroom.

Lexia heard a commotion in the house and paused a second; she heard scratching at the back door. Frowning, she wandered over, panting slightly. When she opened the door, Lincoln barrelled past her as a panther, nearly knocking her over.

Laughing she asked, “What are you doing, pretty panther?”

When he started to run backwards and forwards like she had been doing, she smiled and went to join him.

“My kitty cat getting a bit fat now he’s locked indoors all the time?” she asked, jumping to the floor and doing a push up.

He growled back and carried on and soon they were racing each other across the yard, Lexia laughing hard.

“Okay, okay I give up, you win! I can’t beat your turns,” she panted, hands on her knees. “Wow, I’m beat. You coming in?”

The panther rubbed himself against her and headed towards the door. “Are you turning back?”

When he ignored her she’d figured that was a no.

Lexia walked into the living room, gulping down water. “Morning, Doc,” she said as Lincoln jumped up onto the sofa curling into a ball.

“What is he doing?” Caden asked, frowning at Lincoln.

“I’m not sure... Resting?” she answered with a laugh.

Alice walked into the room, looking far better than she had a little while earlier. “Morning, Alice,” Lexia said.

Alice looked up to answer, but then her eyes rested on Lincoln. “For god’s sake, you’re not a house cat! Get off the freaking sofa, look how dirty you are!”

“Leave my kitty cat alone,” Lexia said.

Alice gazed over Lexia. “And you! Look at you, covered in sweat and dust, is anyone normal in this house? Jesus, Lex, you have a six pack!”

Lexia laughed, her head looking down at the defined muscle on her stomach, “So I do.”

“God!” Alice huffed, “Caden tell Lincoln to get off the sofa!”

The panther jumped off with a growl and turned to lights. “There. Happy now?” Lincoln asked.

“Clothes!” Alice squeaked, covering her eyes.

Lexia burst out laughing while Alice glared at her between fingers.

“It’s like living with a bunch of children,” Caden sighed, heading out of the room.

“You love us really, Doc... Come on, Linc, bring that naked body upstairs so I can clean it!”

“You realize all three of you are crazy, don’t you! This is not normal!” Alice moaned. “Caden, I need coffee!”

Upstairs Lexia joined Lincoln in the shower. “Feel better after your little run?” she asked, wrapping her hands around him, while the water cascaded over them.

“Not really, I miss the wild.”

“Not going to be a house cat anytime soon, then? You did look quite cute curled up on the sofa,” Lexia grinned.

“I will only let you get away with calling my panther cute! And I mostly did that to wind Alice up; she jumped out of her skin this morning when I went running past... It was very funny!”

“You’re wicked you are! She has quite a temper, you know.”

“I’m sure I can take her,” he smiled, kissing Lexia’s neck. “The marks I leave always heal too quickly,” he said, rubbing his thumb over the spot that he’d bitten last night.

“Possessive cat,” Lexia murmured against his mouth.

“I just want people to know you are mine,” Lincoln said while his hands roamed her wet body, his mouth leaving trails of kisses across her face and neck.

“I don’t leave the house and Caden and Alice know.”

“Hmm, I still like it.”

Lexia laughed, “You realize normal people buy girls rings when they want everyone to know she’s taken.”

Lincoln pulled his head up so he could look straight into her eyes. “If I bought you a ring would you wear it?”

Lexia’s heartbeat doubled.
Shit why did I say that?
She opened her mouth to answer but didn’t know the right words to say. “W-what kind of ring?” she eventually whispered, still trapped in his gaze.

“The kind that says you’re mine forever.”

Lexia gulped.
Is he asking me to marry him?
“Linc are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

“You’d know when I asked. I’m saying, if I asked would you say yes?”

“Wow, okay...” Lexia suddenly felt a bit dizzy, her heart was beating so fast she was sure Lincoln could hear it. She had no idea how to answer that question; she loved Lincoln but marry him? She’d just turned twenty, had a psychotic, evil mother after her with a soulless army at her command, plus she didn’t think it was the kind of thing you talked about while naked in the shower with a hard penis poking you in the stomach.

“I can see I’ve freaked you out a bit,” Lincoln mumbled.

“Linc, I love you, god I love you so much it hurts but I can’t answer that question right now, not with everything that’s happening... I can’t imagine my life without you in it but marriage is never something I’ve thought about and if I did then it certainly wouldn’t be when my life was so messed up.”

“It’s okay, baby,” he claimed her mouth, “you’re my mate, that’s all that matters to me.”

Lexia kissed him back, glad that was over. When his hard penis started to rub between her legs, she giggled, “Can I at least wash my hair first?”

“Hmm, I’ll think about,” he said, pinching her nipples and moving down towards her neck again.

“Baby,” she moaned, “come on, it’s all gross from me running.”

He chuckled against her neck. She felt sharp teeth break her skin and gasped from the sting and the pleasure that pooled between her legs.

“Linc, that hurt!”

Lincoln kissed gently on the spot he’d just marked. “Sorry, Wildcat, but maybe it might last a bit longer.” He grinned as he left the shower.

“Ass! I might consider a ring if you stop biting,” she laughed.

“Don’t be long, Lex, I’m not feeling very patient today.”

“Pfft since when have you ever been patient?” she called, rubbing shampoo into her hair.

When she walked out the en-suite all dried and hair cleaned, she was pounced on by Lincoln. He had the towel off her and her back pressed against the wall in seconds.

“Easy there, kitty cat, I might break,” she smiled, running her fingers into his still damp hair.

“You need a haircut, baby,” she teased.

“I need you,” he breathed.

“I’m yours always,” she whispered against his mouth as he lifted her up sliding himself inside her.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lexia cried out as he thrust deep and hard inside of her. Her nails dug into his skin, drawing blood. A growl rumbled up his chest and his eyes flashed to panther as he drove into her against the wall.

Caden rolled his eyes at the ceiling as the sounds of Lexia and Lincoln drifted downstairs.
They could at least try and be quiet,
he thought.

“How the fuck do you live with them?” Alice huffed, nursing a cup of coffee.

“I don’t really have much choice,” he laughed. “Plus it’s nice to see Linc happy, he’s spent most of his life struggling...”

Caden stopped talking as his phone rang. “Caden Nickelson.”

When he put the phone down he turned to Alice. “How’d you like California?”

“What do you mean?”

“That was my friend Gabe; he lives in California and has decided to do the job himself so we don’t end up killing more FBI agents.”

  “Wow! Really California!” Alice squealed with joy at the same time screams of passion erupted upstairs.

“Really? FUCKING REALLY!” Alice screamed at the ceiling.

Caden smiled, his hands still over his ears and wondered if his life would ever go back to being quiet and, quite frankly, boring again?