Chapter Seventeen
Hunt
I awoke with a start, forgetting where I was. There was no comparison between the uncomfortable, unforgiving confines of the underground prison and this warm bed, but my mind hadn’t caught up to my physical form. I breathed as quietly as I could, stilling my racing heart.
Kristin and Tyran were both still asleep beside me. I could search out the time, discover how long we’d rested, but it mattered not.
We’d all been exhausted, too weary to do what we all wanted.
Tyran had been right. We needed rest first, then we’d take care of the claiming.
I felt his intention clearly. Kristin had threatened to leave us, to choose another. Neither of us could accept that. We’d been cowards, wanting to keep our mate locked away like delicate, breakable glass.
While I never expected to admit it, she’d been right. We couldn’t hobble her spirit by forcing her to remain inside our quarters. We could tell her to not go into a fucking battle or a death defying rescue mission, but we had to let her live, make her own choices.
I could accept that. What I could not accept was losing her because we were afraid.
I wanted my palm on her ass, too. Tyran may be the Primary, the dominant mate, but I was just as upset with her about her lack of concern for her wellbeing. I wanted her just as safe as Tyran. I’d sensed her defiance earlier, but I’d underestimated the depth of Tyran’s reaction. So had she.
I wiped my hand over my face, felt the silver flesh surrounding my eye and flexed my arm, knew I was thankful that was all the Hive had done to me, that I hadn’t been destroyed like Perro or the others. I was whole. I had a mate. I could live. Have a family. And all because of the miracle sleeping beside me.
Kristin was safe, asleep between us.
Tyran had survived.
We were still a family. My cock thickened, lengthened at the sight of her bare body. The sheet Tyran had tugged over us had fallen to her waist, her breasts on display. Full mounds, the plump pink tips pointed to the ceiling. They were full and lush, ready to be taken in my mouth and I knew they’d harden to tight points against my tongue.
I wanted her with a new desperation and she whimpered, sensing my feelings through the collars, but not enough to awaken.
A talk and a sound fucking were in order, but I needed a taste first. I’d longed for the flavor of her pussy, the scent of her arousal coating my face. I’d thought of it as we’d been held captive. Sliding the sheet lower, her pussy became exposed. One knee was bent, opening her up for me. She was bare there; no blonde hair shielded her. I couldn’t miss the slick seam, her inner folds so swollen and eager for us that they peeked out. And her little clit, my mouth watered at the sight of that pink pearl.
Shifting on the bed, I settled between her legs. A palm on her inner thigh, I pushed her leg wide into the spot I’d just vacated, then settled down, my face just above her woman’s flesh.
I breathed in, reveled in her feminine scent.
I could delay no longer. With my hand right at the seam of her leg, I put my thumb on her outer lip and spread her open, offering up all her pink treasure.
Lowering my head, I licked her from that tight rosette of her ass, up past her weeping entrance and to her clit, taking it into my mouth.
She shifted again, the feel of my mouth making her stir. I had to shift my own hips, my cock trapped beneath me, hard and uncomfortable.
She’d been wet when I parted her thighs, but now, she was dripping, my chin coated. I lapped it up, but she made more and more.
Writhing now, she bumped into Tyran, who woke up, pushing up onto his hand. He blinked a few times, took in what was going on beside him, then grinned.
I didn’t lift my head, didn’t stop sucking one swollen fold into my mouth and then nibbling on it before switching to the other.
“She can’t come,” Tyran said. His voice was as hard as his cock, but he whispered. We both wanted to see how long she would remain asleep with my sweet assault on her pussy. He leaned down, grabbed something off the floor. His pants. Taking her hands, he took hold of her wrists, wrapped them up and tied them to the headboard. Her arms were over her head, her back arched.
We would release her if she panicked, but now she was ours.
Tyran was right, I might want to spend hours between her thighs, but she hadn’t earned the right to come yet. It was our job to give it to her. It was our job also to deny her until her body rocketed into orgasm, prolonging her pleasure, making her release so much more intense.
I looked up her body, over her soft belly, full breasts, to watch as her pale skin flushed a pretty pink, watched as her head moved from side to side, her lips parting. She tugged at the restraints and cried out her pleasure.
I knew what she liked, felt it through the collar, so I continued.
Her body stiffened when she came awake, her eyes flying open as she glanced first at the ceiling, then at Tyran, then lifted her head to look down at me.