Eternal Hunter (Night Watch 1)

Gomez stood in the doorway, his hand raised. “Ah…Jude.” The hand dropped. “C-call for you. Some guy named Mickey.”

He’d known the guy was there, of course, but—wait, Mickey? Hyena-asshole Mickey?

Ben moved around Gomez and marched away.

“The guy says he’s got a tip, but only for you.”

Now wasn’t that some new shit. Mickey, offering him help on a case?

Jude went back to her, almost helplessly.

A jerk of his thumb had Zane heading out of the office, and Jude shut the door behind the demon.

Then turned the lock.

Erin glanced up at the soft click.

“Got rid of the boyfriend,” he told her and stalked slowly forward. He eyed the room. Too much paperwork on her desk and the thing didn’t look sturdy enough. He could always stand but—

Ah, that chair to the left, the one made of old leather would work fine.

“Ben’s gone back to Lillian?”

Jude didn’t want to lie. “He’s not in the game.” He’d better not be. The last thing he wanted to do was stumble on to the human while he was hunting.

And he’d be hunting again, very, very soon.

But first…

Erin rose and hurried toward him. “Jude, what is it? Why—”

He caught her hand, brought her fingers to his lips, and pressed a kiss to her palm.

Her nostrils flared, and he saw the dilation of her pupils.

“Don’t have much time,” he managed, his c**k digging hard into his zipper. “I had to come and see you.” Jude swallowed.

Hell, he sucked at this relationship shit.

A frown pulled her brows low. “I don’t understand.”

He tugged her over to the chair, fell back, then pulled her down on top of him.

She straddled him when she came down, the skirt of her dress fluttering over his thighs.

Convenient.

A startled laugh burst from her lips. “Okay, hard to misunderstand that.” She rubbed against his straining erection, pursing her lips. “But, seriously, I’ve got to be in court in half an hour. I can’t—”

“I don’t want you to walk away from me.” The words fell out, hard and flat. “Not like you did with Ben, with no looking back.”

Her hands rose to push against his chest. The laughter was gone now. “Who says I never looked back?”

His fingers dug into her hips. He hadn’t expected that. “I thought you said that you and the human were finished.”

“We are.” Her chin titled up and her hair brushed over her shoulders. “But I can still have regrets.”

Not what he wanted to hear. “A human wouldn’t be strong enough for you. He wouldn’t be able to handle things when they got…wild.” Not just talking about the shifter bastard out there.

“Doesn’t always have to be wild,” she told him softly, and her right index finger smoothed down the front of his shirt. “I’m wolf, but I’m human, too. Sometimes—sometimes a woman likes to go slow.”

Slow. Not really his thing.

“Can you handle that, Jude?” she asked him and he really, really didn’t like the look in her eyes. “Could you handle slow with me…and soft?” She tossed a look toward the shut door. A wooden door, but too thin. He could catch whispers and phone calls and about a hundred other sounds too easily.

He stared at Erin, at the elegant lines of her face. “I can handle anything you’ve got, sweetheart.” That was why he’d come to her. To tell her that he wasn’t the kind she could throw away when the danger was over.

He wasn’t just dicking around with her. With Erin, he wanted everything.

You gonna be able to handle things if she walks on you?

“Let’s just see.” Erin’s fingers fumbled with his belt. Eased open his zipper.

With a shifter, generally, the fewer clothes, the better, so he never bothered with underwear.

His c**k sprang into her hands and he had to watch her. Had to watch the sight of those delicate hands pumping him, clenching and stroking.

Oh, but that felt good.

“You’re ready.” Her pink tongue swiped out.

Sweat trickled down his brow. Hadn’t counted on this.

“So am I.” With her left hand, she reached under the folds of her skirt. She twisted a bit, the movements clumsy but still sexy, then she had a scrap of lace dangling from her fingers.

Fuck.

“No sounds, Jude. Not fast. Not hard. Not this time.” Another swipe of that tongue.

His head jerked forward and he locked his mouth on hers.

She nipped his lower lip and his c**k jerked. Oh, come on, that was just too—

“I said soft,” she whispered before her lips took his. She was soft. Her lips brushed across his mouth. Feathered over him, then broke away.

Not enough.

Her hips rose. Jude glanced down, desperate for a sight of that pink flesh, but her skirt covered her and he couldn’t see a damn thing.

But he could feel her as she slid down onto his throbbing erection. Warm, wet flesh. A straining entrance that took in the tip of his cock, squeezed.

He wrenched his hands away from her and locked them onto the arms of the chair. Can’t hurt her.

Leather tore as his claws dug deep.

She lifted herself higher, bracing against him, then pushed down, taking all of him in one long, slow glide.

His breath shuddered out. “Is…this…some kind of…fucking test?”

She rose, sank down, rose again. “Maybe…for both of us.”

Too slow. He wanted her creamy flesh. Wanted her br**sts in his hands, her tongue in his mouth.

Her inner muscles clamped around him, her sex squeezing so tightly that he lost his breath.

Then she smiled that sexy smile. “So far, so good.”

Better than good.

“Let’s see how long we can last,” she murmured and lowered her face to his neck. She swiped her tongue over him, and Jude’s head tipped back against the chair.

The tiger jerked against his chains, desperate for more, faster, harder.

Jude’s hips arched against her when she tried to rise.

He couldn’t help it.

Her gasp said she liked it.

So did the sting of her claws.

Her cream coated the length of his arousal, and when she pushed up onto her knees and then drove down, he met her with a deep thrust.

So f**king good.

Another thrust. Deeper.

His c**k slipped over her clit and Erin bit her lip, smothering a groan.

Slow and deep.

Her breath hitched, grew faster. Her lips found his. Their tongues met.