His Darkest Hunger (Jaguar Warriors 1)

“Down boy! I’m just playing ya. Christ, I haven’t been close enough to even lay eyes on her. I had just caught her scent and begun to follow it when I saw you crashing through my trees all bent out of shape and, well…” His voice trailed off, and the two brothers laughed, their voices echoing through the thick stand of trees that surrounded them.

“So, what’s her story? When did you track her down?” Jagger asked.

Jaxon sighed tiredly, easing his way back from the edge that had been riding him for the last couple of days.

“I was sent intel, pointing me in her direction. She’s been in Michigan for about two months, as far as I can gather. Before that, who knows where the hell she was.” His voice thickened as the still lingering ange

r began to brew once more.

“It was a setup. I went to Michigan, meant to put a bullet in her head, but something held me back. Instead, I deviated from protocol, went to the diner where she was working and gave some fucking bastard a nice clear shot at my ass. I took Libby, and we’ve been running ever since. They used her to follow my movements, and attacked the loft in Manhattan.” Jaxon shook his head, remembering the carnage and chaos. “We had to bail and destroy the base. We arrived here several hours ago.”

“Who’s we?”

“I called in Declan and Ana.”

“I’m sure that was one hell of a reunion. It’s a wonder Libby is still alive and breathing.”

Jaxon snarled, “She’s alive for now only because we need her.”

Jagger moved away, his voice soft as he contemplated his brother. “You sure that’s the only reason?”

“What are you getting at?” Jaxon was breathing hard as he rounded on his brother, his body humming with an energy that was shouting for release. He was itching for a fight, and Jagger knew it.

“All I’m saying is you went to Michigan to take out the bitch who basically put a bullet in Diego’s brain.” He shrugged, and met his brother’s eyes dead on. “She’s still alive, and you’re walking around with a raging hard-on,” Jagger continued, even as Jaxon snarled savagely and lunged for his brother. “You do the math.”

The two of them tumbled to the ground hard, Jagger grunting at the force of Jaxon’s hit. They both rolled toward the center of the clearing, chests heaving and curses flying. When Jaxon’s bare back slammed into the sharpened wood remains that littered the ground, he swore loudly and threw his brother off.

They were up and facing each other in seconds, both aggressive and smiling wickedly at the joy they got out of physical sparring. Jaxon’s eyes briefly flickered over the remains of the fire, and the joy he felt left him quickly.

He relaxed his stance and pointed out the area to his brother. Jagger knelt down and sniffed the ground. “Seems a shifter has been trespassing on my land. You recognize the scent? Because I sure as hell don’t.”

“It’s not something I’ve come across before.” Jaxon continued to peer deep into the forest, but he knew there would be no more clues. “Whoever it was is long gone. I’d say about a day or so. I don’t think it’s connected to Libby. We only just got here.”

Jagger was quiet, his lips tense, and Jaxon was beginning to think his brother wasn’t so surprised to see evidence of someone on his land.

“You have any ideas?”

His brother turned toward him, face blank and unreadable. “A few.”

Jaxon eyed him closely. “You sure everything’s all right?”

Jagger laughed at that. “Last time I looked, I wasn’t the one running around in the woods with a hard-on.” His grin didn’t let up even as Jaxon scowled. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Jaxon turned and began to head back toward the cabin. “I need to get back to the house. Ana and Declan should hopefully have some answers for me. You care to come along?”

Jagger laughed as he smacked Jaxon on the back. “So now I need an invitation to enter my own home?” He snorted as a new round of laughter bubbled up from deep in his chest. “Is everybody naked? Or are you the only one feeling the need to air out your junk?”

Chapter 11

Libby ran as hard and as fast as she could, not stopping until she reached the cabin. The stitch in her side ached beyond belief, and her fingers itched to massage the throbbing area, but they were busy holding the shredded remains of her top together.

The top he had ripped apart.

Her face flushed a deep crimson. She could still feel the imprint of his hands on her body, the roughness of them as they’d touched her flesh. She couldn’t lie to herself. She had wanted him as much as he’d wanted her, if not more. She groaned softly as she thought of his hot, wet mouth against her breast.

When he took her aching nipple deep into his mouth, even through the material of her top she’d felt the heat began to burn bright, hard, and demanding deep within. The ache she felt at her core still throbbed, painfully unfulfilled.

Their bodies had connected and it felt…so natural.