Kraven

  Bat grabbed his arm before she even realized her hand had lifted. It really bothered her, thinking about him going hungry. He annoyed the hell out of her but she honestly didn’t feel threatened by him. The fact that he fantasized about being something kind of romantic softened her toward him. He seemed to believe he was protecting her, that he was some mythical half-breed creature out to keep her safe from an evil villain.

  He froze when her fingers gripped his upper arm. His tan skin felt really warm and definitely firm. He turned his head to watch her with a frown. His gaze shifted to her hand before meeting her gaze again.

  “Let go of me.”

  “You’re always grabby. I’m picking it up from you. Let’s talk as though we’re two reasonable adults.” A smirk twisted her lips. “How hard can that be?”

  He growled. Her heart raced and damned if her nipples didn’t harden even more. She wondered if he’d make those animalistic noises during sex. Would he take the Werewolf/Vampire delusion into bed with a woman? She hated that she really wanted to find out. It had to be the hit to her head making her have crazy thoughts. Yeah, go with that.

  “You’re determined to make me spank you, aren’t you?” His voice rasped the words and his blue eyes narrowed.

  I’m a sick bitch, she decided. Dealing with the scum I normally do has twisted me if I want to jump this crazy bastard. But God, he’s totally hot. “Please eat something? I promise I won’t insult you and I’ll be nice.”

  Oh, if only you knew how nice I want to be to you, she thought, glad he couldn’t read her mind. He smelled incredible and his eyes made her feel drawn to him for some strange reason. She could get lost inside that intense look he gave her.

  He spread his thighs and leaned back, his hands braced on the stone behind him. It moved him out of her reach so she had to let go of his arm, but the picture he created forced Bat to repress a groan. The guy was sex on legs. She gawked a little, taking notice of every inch of him.

  Tight, faded jean encased thighs that were big enough to make her fantasize about how strong they must be. She had a real thing about men’s legs. With his spread, and his hips tilted just a little, she could imagine him sitting that way to accommodate a raging hard-on. Her gaze lowered but didn’t see a telling bulge. She wasn’t sure what she’d have done if he were in that condition.

  Her gaze zeroed in on his tank top. She would pay good money to see him lift it to flash his abs. His arms were sculpted with impressive muscles and he probably had a washboard tummy to match.

  Is he hairy? She hoped not. She hated to lick a matted chest.

  Damn it, knock it off, she ordered herself. Her body was really getting worked up and she knew if she didn’t stop fantasizing about the big sexy loon, she’d need a new pair of panties to wear until hers dried. A concussion would totally account for this.

  “Talk,” the gruff, deep voice rasped.

  She didn’t want to. She finally met his gaze and those light blue eyes framed in thick black eyelashes may as well have punched her in the gut. Damn, I want him, she admitted. Right or wrong, crazy or not, I’ve never been so turned-on in my life.

  “Obviously we’re stuck together for as long as you feel the need to keep me. I just hope your brother really is taking care of my sister. We’d both get lost, die of exposure, or fall victim to the dangerous wildlife your state is known for. You and I need to get along until this is over.”

  “Fine. Don’t talk to me and we’ll get along just great.” He straightened, giving her a look that left no doubt his temper hadn’t cooled. “I won’t be insulted by some clueless bitch. I’ve told you the truth.”

  Anger instantly flashed inside Bat. “I told you not to call me that again.”

  Kraven’s eyes seemed to glow. “I remember. You threatened to castrate me.” He gave her a cold smile. “You keep your hands off my dick. You damn near injured me when we crashed. You hurt me one more time and you’ll kiss it better.”

  He was so forceful she believed every word. He’d put her on her knees to get her lips on him. That turned her on more, just imagining the scene. The submissive side she tried to hide shivered just a little at the image of him unzipping those jeans to reveal where she’d “hurt” him.

  Bat closed her eyes, the image stuck. She tried to push it back. She heard Kraven sniff deeply a few times and her eyes opened. The first thing she saw was his shocked expression.

  “That turns you on?” He whispered the accusation.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she lied.

  He sniffed again and leaned forward. His gaze jerked from her skirt back up to her eyes. “You’re so turned-on I can damn near taste you. The scent is that strong.”

  “That’s right. You’re part doggy.” She moved before she could think or talk sense to her brain, which had obviously decided to take a vacation. She stepped between his spread thighs to stand right before him. With him sitting, she didn’t have to look up anymore to gaze into his incredible eyes. “So what do male dogs do when a female one is wet?”

  He gaped at her, unmoving.

  “I see. For a guy with dog instincts, it’s kind of surprising you’re not all over me yet…unless you’re one of those guys who prefer other ones.” She glanced down at his full lips, bit back a groan. She wanted to kiss him so badly she trembled. She couldn’t look away from them. “Is that it, Kraven? Am I the wrong sex?” Her gaze lifted.

  “I’m not attracted to men.”

  Her fingers slid down her skirt and curled against the material. She tugged it slowly up her thighs. His gaze lowered to stare at her exposed skin when she inched the skirt high enough to reveal her panties. She stopped there.

  A soft growl came from him.

  “You don’t want to do this.” He snarled the words, not looking away from her thighs. “Trust me. You’re playing a dangerous game, woman. I know you’re just screwing with me but if you don’t stop, I’m going to be the one doing the fucking.”

  Desire made her heartbeat accelerate. She ached just at the thought of him doing exactly that to her. She raised her leg and planted the ball of her foot on top of his thigh. She knew it fully exposed her blue silk thong and spread her open to his view.

  She released her skirt, cupped his face with both hands, and his gaze lifted from staring at her panties. She closed the distance to his parted mouth…

  He turned his head at the last second, avoiding the kiss.

  Frustration rose, making Bat want to curse. She wasn’t willing to give up though. He’d put her out by taking her into the woods, so he deserved a little payback.

  Her lips brushed over his warm throat instead. She hesitated before licking the area just under his earlobe, then closing her mouth on that soft, fleshy part of him. Her tongue and teeth raked it.

  His big, strong hands curved around her hips to grab her ass. She made a soft sound in the back of her throat to encourage him.

  “I’m going to lose it if you don’t stop,” he groaned.

  She released his ear. “Go ahead. How many more green lights do you need to let you know that I want you?” She dove for the line of his neck where it met shoulder, her mouth open, and clamped down on the skin there, nipping him, not hard enough to hurt but enough to let him feel her bite.

  “Fuck me,” he moaned, his voice turning so deep it made Bat hotter.

  One of her hands slid from his face, brushed down a firm chest and stomach covered by thin cotton, and found his belt. One of his hands helped her unbuckle and get it out the way. She clawed at the snap of his jeans to open his pants. She ached to feel what was hidden inside them. He’d given her an order to fuck him and she fully intended to comply. He grabbed her ass again to squeeze.

  The snap gave way after a few tugs and she found the tab of his zipper. The side of her fingers brushed a rigid shape that made her heart beat faster. Please, she silently begged. Don’t be tiny like the last guy I had a one-night stand with.

  She pushed that disastrous four m
inutes of her life out of her mind. That’s about as long as the guy had lasted, probably as many inches as he’d had. All she’d gotten for her time was frustration.

  Hot, hard skin brushed the back of her hand when she got his pants open. She twisted her wrist, her fingers seeking, and found more than a handful. She tucked her chin down to verify the fact that Kraven probably had the thickest cock she’d ever encountered. Her mouth parted when she got a good look at his sex.

  “Jackpot,” she whispered.

  “What?” His raspy tone lifted her gaze to stare into his.

  Pure passion nearly swamped her while she studied his crystal-blue eyes, the paleness of them so breathtaking her lungs froze until she forced air inside them again when she remembered to breathe.

  Her hand caressed his velvety shaft up to the tip. Pre-cum beaded the rounded crown of his cock, the slickness spread across the top by her thumb. Kraven softly growled deep in his throat. The purely animalistic sound had Bat’s vaginal walls clenching in anticipation of what would come. Hopefully both of us together, she prayed.

  His hands on her ass flexed, dug into her skin for an instant, and then released. She nearly protested but he suddenly grabbed her again and twisted her around, to her surprise, nearly making her stumble when her foot slid off him. His hands roamed down her hips, thumbs hooking the sides of her underwear, and he yanked them down to her knees. They fell on their own at that point to circle her ankles. She lifted one bare foot, freed it of them, and would have done the same with the other, but Kraven grabbed her hips again and jerked her back.

  Bat landed on top of his thighs, his free hand fisting her skirt, pulling it higher up her stomach before he shifted again. She gasped, her hands wrapped around his forearms, when Kraven shoved his booted feet between her ankles and spread his legs, forcing hers wide apart. Her knees bent slightly, her legs resting outside of his.

  She turned her head to stare over her shoulder. Their gazes met.

  “No going back now. You’re going to get me,” he growled. A look of anger seemed to darken his tan, handsome features. “I’ll try to be gentle but don’t count on it.”

  Her mouth parted but the arm at her waist pulled her higher up his legs and his hand fisted the hair at her nape, forced her to face the woods. He bent her nearly in half on top of his lap. All she could grab was his arm over her stomach for something to cling to. His strength amazed her. He totally controlled her body.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered in that deep voice of his that did funny, wonderful things to her.

  His fingers untangled from her hair, the tips running softly down her spine to the crack of her ass, and then over one cheek. His soft touch made her nipples ache. She knew he’d discover just how wet she’d become when he tested her by sliding his hand where she was spread wide.

  Another snarl tore from his lips, a good indication he took that whole part-animal fantasy in his crazy head to the extreme. His touch left her. She wanted to protest but he moved them both when he shifted a little closer to the edge of the rock, the feel of soft denim under her ass and thighs a bit sexy.

  The blunt, thick tip of his shaft nudged her pussy, slid in the wetness of her desire. Kraven growled softly before he pressed his cock against the opening of her sex. She tried to relax but it didn’t seem to help much when the broad crown tried to gain entry. The sensation of being stretched, parted, had Bat crying out in pleasure.

  He paused just inside her, gave her seconds to adjust, before he released his cock to grab her hair again. He pulled her up into a sitting position by her hair but not roughly enough to hurt. Kraven’s hot breath teased her ear when he leaned forward, but he kept his chest from touching her back. He left their bodies separated enough not to allow her to feel his hard body anywhere but under her legs, the arm securing her in place, and where they were connected by his cock.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he rasped. “I hope I don’t break you but I’m too out of control to give you much more than this.”

  She didn’t know what he meant but before she could ask, his arm tightened to draw her closer, until her back came up against his chest. His cock filled her deeper with the sudden move, forcing her to gasp from the excess of sensations that assailed her.

  His cock felt as hard as steel inside her, her vaginal walls clamped around his thick shaft. She knew the meaning of impalement for the first time in her life. He breathed in short, ragged breaths, another snarl coming from his parted lips, and then he started to rock his hips. Her nails dug into his skin.

  She couldn’t move, her legs were parted, spread, and her feet didn’t touch the ground. He didn’t have that problem. He moved in short, hard thrusts, with Bat pinned on his lap. He delved his hand between her thighs until his fingers found her clit. He began to strum it furiously with a fingertip.

  Bat moaned loudly, could only get lost in the pleasure of his pounding cock and the ecstasy his finger drew from each rub against the sensitive nerve bundle of her swollen clit. She turned her head into his throat, his scent filling her nose as she panted, and every growl he uttered seemed to draw her closer to climax.

  Her walls tightened to the point that Bat wondered if she’d really break. She knew he fought to move inside her, regardless of how slick her need had become, drenching them where they were connected.

  “Oh God,” she panted. “Kraven!”

  He snarled in response and bucked furiously under her, his arm squeezing her hips so tight she knew she’d have bruises, but she didn’t care when the first explosion rocked through her brain as she started to come. Her mouth parted, she pressed her lips to his skin and cried out against him.

  White-hot rapture gripped her, her back arched against his chest, and she knew her teeth sank into him just a little when she tried to muffle her screams of ecstasy. Kraven tucked his head against hers rather than jerk away, until he threw it back, his body quaking violently, and he started to come inside her.

  Bat cried out over and over again, the sounds softer with every hot blast of his semen filling her as he slowed his pumping hips, dragging out his release. She’d never felt anything similar to what she’d just experienced when any other guy had come. His cock seemed to throb, pulse, and flex inside her. More heat flooded her and she shivered from the pressure when he shot again. It didn’t stop until they were both left completely out of breath.

  Her eyes were closed…she realized she tasted something irony on her tongue. Her vaginal walls trembled with an after-jolt of her climax and Kraven eased his hold around her body. His fingertip, still pressed against her clit, finally pulled away. She instantly missed his touch.

  “Are you all right?” His gruff voice came out soft.

  Bat opened her eyes. Kraven’s face nearly touched hers. Even when she sat on his lap, the guy was taller. She wanted to tilt her head a little and kiss him. His blue gaze studied her until a frown pulled his lips just slightly downward.

  “Did I hurt you?” Concern laced his voice.

  She had to lick her lips. “You’re big but I survived.” Blew my damn mind, just gave me my first screaming orgasm, and I probably won’t walk right for at least two days because you’re a stallion, she added silently. Her gaze flicked to something red on his neck that caused her to gasp. “I bit you!”

  He turned his head more toward her to hide the side of his neck. “Don’t worry about it. You barely broke skin. I appreciate you biting into me rather than scaring off all the wildlife for a good mile.”

  Bat’s heart rate slowed to a more normal rhythm while her body relaxed on top of his lap. She could feel him soften slightly inside her but not by much. Embarrassment came next. She’d bitten the guy, had drawn blood, and when she looked down where her hands still clasped the arm around her waist, she spotted more blood. Her nails had literally dug into his skin. The ragged crescent shapes on his arm welled red from the fresh injuries.

  “Damn. I’m sorry.”

  “Good thing you weren’t facing me.” He cleared
his throat. “You’d probably have torn my back up.”

  Bat always hated the part right after sex. She hadn’t had much time for boyfriends, had sworn them off after an especially disastrous attempt. Her only sexual encounters since, though far and few between, had been one-night stands. This situation wasn’t exactly a typical one, inside a hotel bed where they could roll away from each other to pretend to sleep until she could sneak out, or just part ways as soon as they dressed, never to see each other again.

  Then another thought struck.

  “Oh hell.”

  “What?” His voice deepened. “Did I hurt you? Are you in pain? I took you too rough, didn’t I? You’re so damn tight.”

  “We didn’t use a condom.” She wanted to kick her own ass. “I’m on the shot and have a clean bill of health.” Hope flared. “You’re not by any chance under the regular care of a doctor who’s tested you for sexually transmitted diseases, are you? I can’t believe I took such a stupid risk! I know better.”

  He growled low, irritation flashed in his blue eyes, and his arm tightened around her waist as his legs slammed together. He lifted her off him, separated their bodies in a way that made Bat flinch at the briskness of it, and put her bare ass on the rock next to him. She clenched her teeth when cold but smooth stone chilled her butt.

  “I don’t have any diseases. Is that what you think? I’m some asshole who would have one, yet knowingly take you bareback to expose you to it?”

  Her lips parted. “I didn’t mean it that way. But you would be surprised at the depraved shit people are capable of doing. I had one client who purposely had sex with women when he knew he had HIV. He figured they deserved it if they didn’t make him wear a condom.” She hesitated. “I urged him to take a plea bargain and he did. He was scum who deserved to serve time.”

  He shot to his feet. He kept his back to her while he tucked himself and his shirt back into his jeans and buckled his skull belt.

  Bat trembled a little but got to her own feet. She had to shove her skirt down her legs, the material wedged above her hips where Kraven had shoved it, and her knees wobbled slightly. She ached between her thighs enough to know she’d been right. She would be a little sore for days. Their shared passion dampened her thighs and she winced; her gaze studied the ground until she spotted her discarded underwear, and bent to retrieve them. She hesitated, not seeing a choice, and used them to clean up as best she could. They afforded little help in that department but it wasn’t as if she had napkins, tissues, or anything else to use.