Megans Mark (Breeds 6)
"Just blame it all on me, why don't you. " She tried to be snide, she really did. But the smile that trembled on her lips fed to her voice.
"It's sure as hell a lot easier that way. " He chuckled as he lifted his head, moving farther back until he let go of her wrists and released her from the sensual spell he had been weaving around her.
She should have been thankful.
Instead she wanted to whimper in disappointment. "I just bet it is. " She rolled her eyes, fighting to balance her equilibrium once again. "Are we finished in here, or was there something else you wanted to check out?"
She stooped down to retrieve the flashlight that had rolled against the wall before flipping it off and resecuring it on her utility belt. Right beside the wicked submachine pistol she had pulled from her closet and holstered there that morning. She'd be damned if she ever carried another Wounder.
"Oh, there are many things I would like to check out. " The heavy-lidded stare had her stomach tightening, her pussy spasming.
"I bet there are. " She hid the spurt of laughter that was building in her chest. "But if we're finished with these damned caverns I'd really like to head back to town. I do still have some sort of life here. Living it brings me some satisfaction, you know. And I'm getting rather hungry. "
For food, she chastised her aching clit. Just food. No sex. Sex with a Breed was not a good idea. It involved all sorts of complications. Possessiveness, arrogance, and other adjectives she really couldn't seem to pull out of her head right now. She was certain they weren't good ones though.
"Hrnmm," he murmured. The rumbling sound wasn't comforting. "We'll
check the other cave just to be certain before heading out. If they left the schedule here, they could have left something else across the gully. "
"Fine. " Another climb. Just what she needed. This time he was going first. She was not getting downwind of him with that sensitive nose he had. She was so wet she was certain she smelled of nothing but lust. Wild, hot lust.
She was so fucked. And if she wasn't careful, it was going to be in a too good way.
She fascinated him.
Braden admitted he could be in some very deep trouble where Megan Fields and her various mysteries were concerned. It wasn't just the arousal that concerned him. He had been aroused before, but never had he been this hungry, this intent on one woman outside the drug induced "tests" the scientists had conducted in the labs.
Megan did more than just make him hungry. She made him yearn, and that could be a very dangerous thing. But she also made him curious. Curiosity killed the cat, he thought mockingly as he searched the next cave, attempting to ignore the sweet heat that flowed from her.
He ached so desperately to taste her that the small, almost unnoticed glands beneath his tongue felt swollen. The scientists had labeled them
as advanced taste buds, another of the anomalies of their human/animal genetics. There were quite a few of those.
But the glands had never become inflamed, swollen. And they sure as hell had never spilled the subtle taste of spice into his mouth. And now they were. The very thought of tasting Megan, of pushing his tongue into her mouth and feeling her soft lips surround it, made them throb harder.
Not to mention what the thought did to his cock. The head was pounding like a toothache that refused t
o ease. He could jack off, but he had learned last night that it brought even less satisfaction than it ever had. He just wasn't the "jack off " type, he guessed. He liked sex. He loved women. The taste, the sound, the softness, all the unique qualities that made women what they were. The feel of their nails piercing his shoulders in climax, or the sweet explosion of earthy lust on his tongue as he licked their cream from between their thighs. Women were softness in a world gone mad. But Megan was making him mad, insane, so desperate for the taste of her that he was on the verge of taking her to the cave floor and covering her like the animal he was.
"There's nothing here, Braden. " It wasn't the first time she had made the comment. "No fissures, no tunnels, no hidden little ledges. "
Yeah, he had figured that one out five minutes ago. But she was here, the smell of her trapped between the stone walls, stroking his senses and filling him with a peculiar lust that he needed time to understand. To figure out how to control.
If they left the cave, the winds would dissipate much of the scent, and the surrounding land would diffuse it. He would have no time to revel in it. In his memory, no woman had ever been so naturally hot for his touch. It was almost humbling. Fuck that, it was arousing as hell. He couldn't get enough of it, and if she wasn't careful, he would soon be tasting it.
"Keep looking. " He bent along the wall he was searching, exploring a fissure that ran diagonally across the stone.
It was thin, barely wide enough for the tips of his fingers, but enough to pretend interest in.
"Keep looking!" she exclaimed before breathing out in exaggerated patience. "You're too bossy. "
"And you're too argumentative, but you don't see me pointing that out. " She made him smile. It had been a long damned time since anyone had genuinely made him smile.
He loved sparring with her, loved to listen to her snap at him and defy him. She was a challenge, both physically and mentally, and she kept him on his toes. And if he hadn't been mistaken, a definite smile had been edging her lips earlier and echoing in her voice.
"Don't I?’ She was smiling for sure now. She might have her back to him, but he could hear the smile in her voice.
Unobtrusively he shifted the hard length of his cock beneath his jeans, hoping for some relief. The damned thing only seemed to swell further as he closed his eyes and drew the scent of her deeper into his head.