“I’m going, I’m going.” Stef rolled her eyes. “I just wanted to see with my own eyes that you were okay, Blake. And to bring my famous thank-you cookies. And to tell you… I support whatever decision you make.” She glanced at Krista and then headed down the steps to her van.
Yes, Krista and Blake both had some decisions to make. Krista could come home now, to the place that owned a piece of her—but would that mean dragging Blake away from Shifters, Inc.? They were his pack. She couldn’t do that to him.
Right now, she didn’t want to think. Her head was still whirling, her emotions were still in turmoil. There’d been death and sorrow yesterday, and she’d come close to losing her mate, and everything had changed so quickly. She just wanted to feel.
Blake stood up, wincing again, and they headed into the cabin.
Blake stripped his shirt off over his head as they walked in through the door.
“Ouch,” he said. He was still cris-crossed with fading red scars that would be gone in a few days.
“Poor baby. Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?”
“Oh, God yes.” He breathed the words out fervently. “And I’m hoping that by ‘it’, you mean my entire body.”
He moved quickly into the bedroom, despite the hitch in his step.
Krista helped him finish stripping when they got to the bedroom, unsnapping his jeans and yanking them down to his ankles along with his boxer shorts. He stepped out of them as he watched her strip.
“That’s all mine.” His eyes gleamed with a possessive hunger as she peeled off her dress and bra and underwear and kicked off her shoes. Her body warmed under his loving, hungry gaze. The way he looked at her washed away all the years of feeling invisible and self-conscious and wanting to hide her body. When she was with him, she felt like the queen of her own little kingdom, a kingdom of Blake and Krista.
She moved forward, and he pulled her to him, and for a long moment, she just stood there pressed against him, revelling in the feeling of his strong, hard body.
She started kissing his neck, then worked her way down his body, her lips caressing his flat, muscular stomach. His fingers tangled in her hair, and his breathing deepened. When she took the head of his cock in her mouth and ran her tongue around the rim, he groaned aloud, and his body went rigid.
She tipped her head back to take him all the way in, engulfing him in her mouth and sucking hard. His groans of pleasure stroked her ears and pulsed inside her as she brought him to a climax, swallowing his warm, sweet seed.
His breathing slowed again, and he bent down and scooped her up in his arms as easily as if she were a feather pillow.
“My turn,” he growled. He lay her down on the bed, moving until he was between her legs. He placed his hands on her inner thighs and roughly spread them wide.
“I love it when you act like a caveman,” she gasped.
“Me Blake. You my woman.” He grinned up at her, and then bent down and slowly spread open her dewy petals and ran his tongue along her pussy from front to back.
She melted into the bed as he lapped at her. “Delicious,” he murmured into her heated sex. “Like honey,” and he thrust his tongue up inside her to drink up more of it. The pleasure that swelled and burned inside her was so intense it was almost painful, and he kept at it, slow, sweet, firm. Her thighs quivered, and he placed his palms on them again, forcing them even wider, holding them in place.
Her climax rose up like a tidal wave, hanging over her head, trembling, then crashing inside her and wrenching shrieks of pleasure from her.“Oh, God.”There were tears on her cheeks, and white sparks flying behind her clenched-shut eyelids.
And he never stopped lapping her up. Aftershocks rocked her body, and finally, he moved up on the bed to hold her in his arms and kiss her sweaty forehead. She lay there trembling for a long time before she finally murmured, “I’m ready for round two.”
Later, after they’d screwed themselves into exhaustion and then dozed for a few hours, he declared that today was “naked day” and got up to cook her brunch. Every time she made a move to get dressed, he growled at her and nipped her shoulder, so she finally gave up.
After lunch, they went out on the front porch, still naked. She leaned into him and just stood there, staring off at her mountains in the distance. Theywerehers. She’d been born here, just like generations before her. These mountains were part of the landscape of her soul. She fit pretty well in the city, but the truth she’d always been afraid to acknowledge was that she’d left a piece of her behind when she fled, and she couldn’t be completely whole living anywhere else.
