Rogue Hunt by L L Raand

Author:L L Raand [Raand, L L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781635556001
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2019-04-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Jace stretched, the bed of crushed pine needles beneath her body bathing her in their sweet aroma. Warm sunlight danced on her face, and heat of a different kind smoldered against her back. A body curled around her, firm chest and belly molded to the curve of her back and the swell of her hips. The unaccustomed weight of an arm draped across her middle. Jace’s blood thrummed thick and heavy, a steady beat of arousal spreading down her thighs from her loins. Her wolf sighed and grumbled. Still needy. Pricking her inside with needle-sharp teeth and claws. Demanding she finish. Take. Claim.

Bite.

Jace’s eyes snapped open. Still in the glade, the sun at half nadir. Late afternoon. She’d drifted, unaware of her surroundings, peaceful, her guard down, unprotected. Ash was still here—her arm encircling Jace’s abdomen, her fingers still tapered to blunt claws, resting possessively on the underside of her breast. Jace’s nipple tightened and her sex swelled. She’d never awakened this way before—she’d never slipped into such contentment after a tangle. Tangling was for the release of the pent-up tension and warring hormones that were a natural part of a Were’s life—sex was as essential as breathing, and she took about as much notice of it. Or who she tangled with. Until now. Jace growled softly.

Ash nuzzled her neck, her breath a caress that tingled in Jace’s clitoris. “You smell like the mountaintop after a spring melt—when the berry bushes break through the snow and the wind carries the first seeds of spring.”

Ash’s mouth moved slowly over Jace’s neck, tasting her, skimming ever so lightly with her canines. Jace shuddered, her stomach twisting with need. Ash squeezed her breast and rubbed the hard peak of her nipple with her thumb. Jace’s legs twitched and her glands pounded.

“Move away, Wolf,” Jace warned.

“Why. You like it. So do I.” Ash pressed her hips to Jace’s ass, swept her palm down the middle of Jace’s stomach, feathering the fine pelt line that dove between her thighs. Laughing lazily, Ash traced the cleft into the delta between her thighs and teased her sex.

Jace arched her back, lifting into Ash’s palm and rubbing her sensitive flesh against Ash’s fingers. She readied, the pressure in her belly an agony of desire. All she needed was for Ash to stroke her. The press-pull on her tense clitoris and bursting glands would empty her. She raked her claws down Ash’s arm. “Massage me.”

“Not yet,” Ash murmured, her canines trailing down the side of Jace’s neck to the curve of her shoulder. Ash bit down gently in the sensitive angle, not enough to puncture, just enough to incense Jace’s wolf. Jace’s wolf snapped and howled in a frenzy of sex and pheromones. Jace’s pelt shimmered beneath her skin and her jaw tensed. Close—so close to releasing, so close to giving her wolf the power to take what she wanted.

“You presume too much,” Jace snarled, yanking Ash’s hand from her sex. The pain became a whirlwind of slashing claws and rending teeth.

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