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made it more understandable. I’d still destroy them if they came near my family, but it didn’t make me any less empathetic.
“That’s pretty much all I know.” Siobhan turned to Miles. “I’ll assume our dealings are done for now?”
Miles, who looked like he might be sick after hearing the story, nodded. “Yeah. If I need you again?—“
“I’ll
allow you to find me,” Siobhan said and swept from the room, leaving the thick scent of magic in her wake.
“Harsh stuff,” Steff said, rubbing his face.
“Yeah. No fucking wonder she wanted us all dead,” Blayne said. “How does this help us, though? Does it?”
“It helps us get inside the heads of the hunters. We know how determined they all are,” I said. “If all of them have something like that in their past, some stupid ass feral shifter did something like that, they’ll die like a dog on a bone. These won’t be guys who’ll shit their pants as soon as they see us shift. It does help,” I said.
I stood to go. As I grabbed the door handle, Miles asked, “You going home?”
I nodded. “I have a lot to think about.”
Without another word, I stepped out and walked to my car. The drive home was a total blur. I almost missed the turn into the neighborhood. I nodded at Terry as I pulled into the driveway. He was sitting in his sedan, keeping watch on the house. There was so much going on in my head that I almost didn’t notice the smell of food when I stepped into the house. I closed the door and sniffed the air. A wave of nostalgia swept across me at the scent.
I hadn’t smelled that in close to twenty years. It was almost exactly like my mom’s stew. How the hell? My stomach roared out, rumbling so loud that Harley heard it from the kitchen. She peeked around the corner, saw me, and smiled.
“Hey. I was working on dinner.”
“I can tell.” My voice was thick with emotion. “How did you get my mom’s recipe? It smells just like hers. Wait, how the hell did you even know about her stew?”
Harley grinned. “I prodded Steff for information. He knew very little, so I took what he said and did my best. I wanted to make you happy.”
In that instant, looking at her, food was the last thing on my mind. I walked toward her and said, “Put it on low, so it doesn’t burn.”
Harley saw the look in my eyes and did exactly what I said. Before she could get out of the kitchen, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I gently eased her onto the bed and pulled my shirt off.
Harley looked at me and smiled as she unbuttoned her pants. “What do you think you’re doing, mister?”
After I stripped my pants down, I looked at her and growled, “I’m going to show you how hungry I really am.”
I was on her in a second. The desperation of my dragon surged within me, making things move faster. There was no foreplay here. Just lust and desire. I kissed her hard, sliding my tongue along hers. I slipped my hand down to her breast and took her nipple between my fingers, drawing a gasp from Harley. Our kiss deepened as I lifted her off the bed, wrapping my arms around her.
Harley’s hand worked down between us, and she took my cock in her hand, stroking it gently. I sighed into her mouth and fought back the desire to claim her then and there. I could even feel the ache in my jaw, and my fangs wanted to erupt from my gums. Instead, I rolled her over onto her hands and knees.
I knelt behind her and slid my tongue into her, sweeping it back and forth. Harley moaned in pleasure and rested her forehead on the bed. I wanted every part of her, and I wanted it right then, but I also wanted this to last. I slid my tongue up
and circled her asshole, making her gasp. She seemed to like it, so I slid my tongue in slow, luxurious circles until her pussy was dripping wet. Harley was pushing her hips against my face, and I slid a finger inside her while I kept moving my tongue on her ass, making her sigh with pleasure.
“Take me,” Harley groaned.
My dragon responded by screaming a roar of joy inside my head, and I went to my knees and pulled her hips back to meet my cock. I slid into her pussy and clutched her ass. The sight of her bent over, begging me to fuck her, released an animal urge within me. I began thrusting, unable to hold back any longer. I leaned down and bit her between the shoulder blades, not enough to break the skin or claim her, but enough to satisfy the dragon for a few minutes. Instead of wincing from the bite, Harley moved her hips back against me, slamming her pussy onto my cock. My mind reeled into a passionate infinity.
Leaning forward, still thrusting, I stroked her hair and murmured, “Are you close?”
Harley whimpered slightly, then said, “Uh, huh. Fuck me, Tate, make me come.”
As though I needed an invitation, I thrust faster, harder. Pulling her onto me, an explosive feeling built rapidly in my balls. I groaned as Harley started to convulse beneath me.
“God,” she screamed.
I wasn’t there yet, I kept moving, hearing Harley’s breath grow ragged and gasping, as she began to come a second time. Her hands clutched at the sheets as she called out my name over and over. Finally, after I’d given her all I thought she could handle, I came. My body nearly burst as the ecstasy washed over me like warm honey. My thrusts slowed until I had to drop to the bed beside her. Harley’s body was still twitching, and her breath came in short irregular spurts, but the smile on her face let me know that she’d enjoyed it as much as I had.
Moments later, after she’d recovered, she rested her head on my chest. My heart was still hammering away inside. She grinned at me and stroked my stomach.
“You know, if I’d known that would be the reaction, I’d have made that stew a lot sooner.”
THIRTY-FOUR
HARLEY
The night before had been pretty mind blowing. I had a pleasant ache all over, almost like I’d had a work out. I could even feel the bite marks on my back where Tate had bitten me in the throes of passion. It had been the most animalistic and intense sex we’d ever had, but something had been a little off. Tate had been fighting, struggling with something the entire time. He never said what was going through his mind, and I didn’t know what to do about it. If he couldn’t tell me before or after the amazing night we’d had, there was no way he’d tell me now.