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“You think we’ll have one?”
Oakley shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe.” She bent over and started untying her shoes. “It doesn’t smell like rain, but that could change.”
Gunner watched as she toed off her boots and carried them and her gear into the cave. “Need a hand?” she asked upon return.
“Nope, I’m good.” He took care to place his weapons in a specific order. He never strayed from the order, and because of that, he always knew where to reach for a specific weapon. It came from a lifetime of being paid to fight and survive.
“Hungry?” Oakley’s voice behind him had him turning to face her.
“Starving,” he replied, not bothering to hide the way his gaze moved down her body. It was a visual feast, and one that propelled him across the small distance. One arm went around her waist, hitching her up fast and hard against him as his free hand cupped the back of her head.
The groan that came from her when he claimed her mouth was the sound of pleasure and need. He understood it on a non-verbal level, and felt it throughout his body. Increased blood flow to his muscles brought a pump to more than just the erection straining at his pants. Nerves beneath the skin tingled where his flesh made contact with hers.
Oakley tore away from him, grabbed his shirt at the waist, and dragged it up, over his head. Gunner was happy to take part in this game, and by the time his pants were bunched around his ankles, she was nude from the waist up with her pants and underwear wound around her left shin.
Not that she seemed to mind. She just latched hold of him and walked him backwards to a small pile of what looked like mat made of the tall grass that grew in wide patches in the valley. It’d been spread on the floor, several layers, each overlapping the other in an opposite direction.
She pulled him down onto the mat with her, then pressed him to roll onto his back. Gunner didn’t mind one bit when she climbed in top of him and with his erection in hand, did a slow slide, taking him into what had to be the slickest silky warmth he’d ever felt.
Despite his intention to go slow, take it easy, Gunner felt the demand intensify as she started to ride,slow at first and then faster. If the feel wasn’t enough to force him to fight for control, the sight sure was.
She was uninhibited passion, pure woman. Strong, seductive, demanding. Oakley gave as she took, and it robbed him of any thought other than her and their union.
Gunner didn’t know what time it was and didn’t care. They were surrounded by a pack of wolves. If there was danger, the wolves would let them know. So, right now, he would savor this moment. He’d waited for it, longed for it way too long. Now it wasn’t a want – it was a need. An imperative.
Or so it felt, and she was driving it higher with each stroke, kiss, caress or moan. He felt himself ignoring plans, concerns, worries or dangers. This was their moment.
When the orgasm came, it had her body stiffening, straightening up and then back, arms wide as if offering herself to the gods. Gunner tried to hold back, wanting to prolong the moment, but she straightened, put her hands on his chest and locked gazes with him.
That lock never wavered as she took him to the peak of need and then released him, pouring her warmth over him, tightening around him, squeezing until he was spent.
And then she slid off him onto her side, keeping one leg hooked across his body, along with one arm. Her head nestled at the junction of chest and shoulder, her face moist and warm against his skin.
For a long time, they just lay there, content and warm. Then the night air began to overcome their body heat. Oakley shivered and sat up. “Okay, as much as Ipurely love seeing you naked, it’s getting colder and the temperature will continue to drop. Time to get dressed.”
“Copy that,” he agreed. Gunner loved the way she could go from pure sex to a warrior in the blink of an eye. He couldn’t decide which of those personas was the sexiest, so figured he’d just count himself lucky she was possessed of both. “But I gotta say, seeking you naked was worth every bit of shit I went through to get here.”
“Was it bad?” she stopped in the middle of lifting her top up to pull over her head.
“Every day without you was.”
“Damn, Gun, don’t use that voice on me. It turns me to goo.”
Gunner chuckled. “Okay, on to serious topics if I may.”
“Sure, shoot.”
“What changed your mind about training the wolves?”
“They did,” she replied and pulled her t-shirt on. “Watching Ba’Cho and Nashoba with the others. If I were not in the picture, they’d be out there defeating more alphas, making more babies and leading the pack.
“It’s an anomaly, you know - brother Alphas. I ran extensive searches and found no literature about that. But here they are, co-ruling a pack that is growing daily.
“I have to do what is right for them.”
“Have to?”
“I’ve got a lot to make up for Gun. I lost a child once, you know. A miscarriage. I was still with the Rangers. I didn’t inform my commander about my pregnancy. I figured women had been carrying kids since people appeared on this world. They worked, took care of thehome, the kids, the food, and the animals, and fought if the need arose.
