Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (32 page)

Aaron disconnected the call, tossed
the phone into the grass next to her duffel and pulled her hard against his
body. She felt so good and he’d missed her so much, he just couldn’t hold
himself back or away from her any longer.

"Baby, I’ve missed you the
past couple of days. Take your shirt off. If I do it, I’ll rip it to shreds."

"Then rip it," she
whispered. Her gray eyes, so much like his, gleamed with passion.

He grabbed the top of her shirt and
buttons flew in all directions as her shirt fell open and hung loosely on her
body. He fell on her like a parched man who’d just discovered a fresh, cool
drink of water and kissed her everywhere his lips could reach. Her lush,
swollen breasts boasted nipples like chocolate candies, her skin like silken
cocoa. And it was all his.

So attuned to her arousal, he felt
every shudder, every quiver as he all but devoured her until she was a moaning,
whimpering mass of want. He kneaded her breasts in his large hands and his
mouth moved from one to the other, tasting, sucking, until her knees knocked
together.

"Aaron," she gasped. "Oh
god, baby, I need more. Please…"

Down on his knees now, he
unbuttoned her camo pants and slid them down to her ankles. Her strong fingers
tangled in his hair as her body undulated like waves breaking over a sandy
beach, rushing and eager for fulfillment. He’d always been into the Barbie-doll
type, but the flare of Reya’s ample hips intrigued him. They reached east and
west below a trim waist and made him want to slide into her until she was full
of his seed.

"I love your body, Reya, your
wide hips, your tight, firm ass. And your stomach, all lean and toned. A man
would kill for your washboard abs. But…" he paused, kissing a path down
the cropped mound of her woman’s place, "most of all, I love your pussy.
It’s like a Dove ice cream bar. Dark chocolate on the outside, creamy and sweet
on the inside."

His mouth slid between her dewy
lips, latched onto her clit and sucked for all he was worth. She screamed.

When her knees buckled he caught
her, lifted her high and ground his jean-covered erection against her wet
mound, and slammed his mouth down over hers so she could taste herself on his
tongue. It was the most erotic dance he’d ever experienced. But his woman was
insatiable. She wanted more and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.

"Aaron, oh baby. Please. Now."
Her words pulled at his gut. She was ravenous, starving. Her fingers reached
down to massage the bulge in his pants and then a harsh groan emanated from
deep in his chest as she unerringly yanked open his belt and unbuttoned his
jeans in short order.

"I want you. Deep. Right now,"
she breathed, each word sending a jolt of sensation directly to his balls.

"You want it? Then take it."
His head swam with her scent, her taste so heady and overwhelming, Aaron had no
idea how he’d even formed the words.

The warm, humid air of the jungle
wrapped around his steel erection scant seconds before the tip was surrounded
by the warm, wet caress of Reya’s pussy. The rest of his cock was jealous of
the head and demanded he sink deep so her wet channel could envelop it,
surround it completely.

His hips had a life of their own as
they thrusted, his cock stroking the inside of her vagina until they were both
grunting, straining for a completion they could only find in each other.

Aaron felt his balls pull close to
his body and pressed his sweaty forehead against Reya’s as she rode him like a
professional bronco, taking everything he had. The tight walls of her cunt
milked him until he could hold back no longer. Her toes pointed as her thighs
tightened around his back as she came long and hard. A plume of thick cum shot
up through his rod like the cork of a shaken champagne bottle, eager to splash
against her womb and fill her with his cream.

Sapped of strength, his knees were
history. He fell back into the grass, taking her with him where she lay on top
of him, cushioned against his body. Chest to chest, her strong legs straddled
around his hips. Still buried deep inside her soaked pussy, his fingers played
in her hair as hers plucked at the hard nipples of his pecs, causing them to
instinctively flex and bunch. The woman giggled as she wreaked havoc on his
nervous system. Chest muscles danced, stomach muscles rippled as she tortured
him with soft touches and gentle scrapes of her fingernails over his sensitized
skin.

"Witch." He let out a
chuckle as she tickled his top rib.

"That’s Miz Witch to you,"
she purred.

"You seem to have caught your
breath," he queried playfully.

"Mmm hmm."

Her pussy fluttered and his cock
stirred wickedly in response, stretching and filling her as it flared back to
life. Pushing up on her elbows, Reya looked down at him with amazement.

"Already?" she asked, one
of her perfect brows raised a good inch.

"Baby, I’ve got lost time to
make up for." The plan? Fuck her until she couldn’t walk or see straight.

Chapter
Seven

Son of a bitch! How dare he make
love to her then decide to leave! Oh sure, claim it was to finish his original
business in Belize City. Claim he was going to take care of a client so he
could return to her with no distractions and concentrate on her. Yeah,
whatever.

To further kick her in the face,
the man had moved all his things into her office. Granted, he only had the
black duffel she’d salvaged, but that wasn’t the point. He wouldn’t sleep in
her bed with her, claiming it was bad enough he’d made love to her without a commitment,
and tried to stress the significance of the fact that it had never been
important to him until he’d met her. Sure, she believed that one, all right.

Reya had been so angry, she’d
yelled that she couldn’t wait for him to leave for Belize City so she could
have her life back. Rage flared in his steely gray eyes and he’d practically
ripped every last shred of clothing from her shivering body. In spite of his
anger, his touch had been so gentle and his words so sexy, by the time the last
bit of fabric hit the floor she’d practically sobbed with anticipation.

The loving had been hot, desperate.
Both of them took with mutual hunger and gave with unrestrained passion. Caught
up in the rapture, she’d screamed words at him that would have normally made
her blush, had told him with unrestrained fervor what she wanted him to do to
her. In turn, he’d promised and delivered everything she’d begged for.

He’d left her sometime in the night
for the futon in the office, leaving her to wake alone. Still, she hadn’t wanted
to risk facing him and slipped out of her apartment and down to the dining area
much earlier than usual.

But she still hadn’t managed to
avoid him. The second he stepped foot into the dining hall, her body recognized
his presence, tingling from her scalp down to the base of her spine. They
worked practically side by side in the B&B but hadn’t exchanged a single
word. The stiff set of his shoulders told Reya she’d hurt him with her
accusation that he’d simply wanted a piece of her ass and had no intention of
coming back. She hadn’t exactly said that, but it was close enough.

Later that morning, she’d made her
way down to the boat, tired of the stress and strain of having such an imposing
man so near. Aaron’s anger and pain were practically palpable, setting her
nerves on edge. It didn’t help to see his finely honed body, all golden skin
and stacks of cut muscle wrapped around long limbs, flex and stretch as he
worked with the kitchen staff. Pissed off as she was, the man still made her
knees wobble.

On her way to and from her diving
spot, there’d been plenty of time to think. The conclusion—her mouth and temper
had gotten the best of her, and as much as she hated to admit it, the stinging
words had tumbled out before she could stop them. She hadn’t meant to be so
harsh and only intended to learn his reasons for leaving for Belize City now.
But it had come out as an accusation, and a mean-spirited one at that.

With no patrol tonight, perhaps
they could talk, clear the air before he left in a couple of days, but when she
returned from the river, he’d used the excuse of working late. She guessed it
was his turn to avoid her. The rejection wrapped around her heart and squeezed
brutally until she fled their apartments with the excuse of needing to see
Bethsaida.

And now here she sat on her good
friend’s balcony, sprawled in a rattan chair, bawling her eyes out. Mega
bastard.

"He seems to be a good man,
and you’re a good woman. Surely two good people can work things out. You’ll
see," Bethsaida said softly, soothing Reya’s hair back from her forehead
before handing her another tissue.

"I-I just feel so mixed up and
out of sorts. I like Aaron, I really do. But he makes me feel so out of
control, it’s scary," Reya sniffed. An ache crept up the back of her neck.
Crying certainly wasn’t helping. And what was she crying for anyway? Hell, she
wasn’t sure.

"From what you’ve said, he
told you he’s never felt this way about a woman before either. So you’re at
least on an equal playing field. But you’ll have to bend, sweetie. Flexible
branches don’t break, eh?"

"Yeah, I guess. I don’t even
know if he wants…"

"Stop trying to figure out
what he’s thinking and just ask him, Reya."

Her elbows rested on her knees and
her head in her hands. She didn’t say anything, simply thought about
Bethsaida’s words while wallowing in her self-imposed misery.

"Reya, why don’t you go to
bed? Things are always clearer in the morning."

"Thanks, Beth. Maybe I’ll do
that."

Kissing the older woman on the
cheek, Reya saw herself out and headed toward her own apartments. Almost to her
front door on the third floor, she changed her mind, headed back down to the
first floor and made her way out the kitchen doors instead.

She knew exactly what she needed to
get her head together. A bit of time communing with the land, air, wind and a
few of her wild cousins.

Easing into the surrounding
foliage, a quick stop behind a huge tree found her stripped naked in a flash.
Dropping to all fours, she felt the power of her gift ripple through the
muscles of her legs and up through her back. Each limb trembled, stretched and
shrunk. The breath of the spirit of nature traipsed along her skin then sank
down through her pores until it filled her soul and pumped through her blood.

Bones crunched as they moved and
made way for their new configuration. Her height, or rather length, remained
the same, but her strong thighs became lean, bulky haunches, her chest thick
and heavily muscled, and her jaw widened. Covered with silky black fur, she
laid on the jungle floor. A long pink tongue flicked out over thin lips before
snaking out to clean her whiskers.

Padding silently into deeper bush
when she was a good distance away, she opened her mouth and let out the
frustrated yell she’d been holding in all day. It came out a loud, frightening
roar, carried on the wind. The sounds of the insects, loud birds and even
louder monkeys quieted as huge paws dug into the soft earth. There was a
predator among them.

Muscles
bunched beneath her, and she shot out into the night. Two miles from the
B&B, her cry lit the night again. This time, two gold and black females
flew out of the trees and joined her in the run, romping and playing as they
loped under the canopy of huge trees, into the night.

* * *

What had he been thinking when
he’d volunteered to keep his hands off Reya? For the life of him, the reasons
for tormenting himself just weren’t surfacing. He must have been crazy to
invite this kind of suffering. Maybe a late fever from his injuries had set in,
or temporary insanity? His expression was pensive as he wondered if she was
suffering as well. But it wasn’t about him, not this time. It was about doing
right by her, and until she was really, truly his, he had no right to touch her
again. Trying to "work" her out of his mind obviously hadn’t worked
considering he’d fallen asleep with his laptop perched on his thighs and a pile
of unfinished business on the coffee table. And now that he was awake, he
wanted her more than he had before he’d decided to bury himself in trying to
catch up on work.

Rising from the couch, he
stretched, trying to work the kinks out of his back. Reya’s bed was much more
comfortable than her couch by a long stretch. Reya. He wondered what she was
dreaming about. Or was she awake like him, trying to push him out of her thoughts
like he was?

He looked down at his feet and
wondered when he’d walked across the room to her door. Bone tired and weary of
heart, he threw in the towel and knocked softly on her door.

"Reya?" he called
quietly, tilting his head and listening intently. Nothing. "Reya," he
called again, this time silently turning the door handle and poking his head
inside. The room was shrouded in darkness. As usual, the shade was up and the
window wide open. He could see the veranda from this window, but unless someone
could jump twenty feet horizontally then tear off the screen, the window
couldn’t be reached from the balcony. After his eyes adjusted to the gloomy
gray of the room, an alarm went off in his head.

In two bounds Aaron stood next to a
comfortably inviting bed. But Reya wasn’t in it. In fact, it looked like the
covers had never been disturbed.

He glanced quickly at the digital
readout of the little clock near her bed, his hands planted themselves on his
hip—one-thirty a.m. Where the hell was his woman? Wait, he couldn’t call her
that, at least not yet. Fine! Where the hell was his woman-to-be?

Fingers tore through his jet-black
hair as he paced until some semblance of reason set in. Perhaps she was out on
patrol? He was sure she wasn’t scheduled tonight, but she was definitely gone.
Maybe she was helping out by taking someone else’s shift?

One thing was sure, if she was with
that Trefor creep, he’d kill them both. Trefor would go first, with great pain
and equal relish. Reya, he’d just have to kill her with cock, uh, kindness.

There was only one problem. He
didn’t want her later. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her soft lips, to simply
be with her, right here, right now. But this pacing was getting him nowhere.
His muscles screamed for action, any action. Maybe the time he’d spent
recuperating was taking its toll? Perhaps if he just got out for a little while
he’d feel better, work off some of his pent-up energy. That way if he came upon
Reya, he wouldn’t just jump on her and hump her brains out.

The decision made, he stalked into
the smaller room Reya used as an office, now his bedroom—idiot!—and pulled his
black jacket out of the closet. Reya mentioned her patrols were safe and
generally boring, hardly ever coming across a poacher this late at night.
Mainly because they couldn’t see as well in the dark as the cats they hunted.
She might have said that just to make him feel better when he’d expressed
concern over her having the night shift in a jaguar sanctuary, but he didn’t
think so. Besides, jaguars didn’t typically eat humans. Other than the recent
attacks on female jags, there was nothing to worry about other than an
occasional monkey shit bomb out of a high tree or a bird taking to flight.

But his papa hadn’t raised a fool.
Before he set out, he ducked back into Reya’s room, grabbed the extra
tranquilizer gun off the shelf in her closet and made sure it was loaded.
Finding a pair of sleek night-vision goggles tucked on the top shelf, he
grabbed those too, impressed at the quality of the gadgets of this obviously well-funded
operation.

Not wanting to wake any of the
other guests, he slipped quietly through the living room, out onto the balcony
and down the private back stairs. The balmy night air was comfortably warm,
nothing like the sweltering nights of a Colorado summer. The tall, wide trees
cast shadows across the earth, and his feet made no sound as he walked.
Flipping the night-vision goggles down, the world became a brightly lit, though
green-tinted, paradise. Suddenly he felt like a mighty hunter out stalking prey,
exhilarated, as he moved silently through a jungle he knew teemed with
four-legged hunters that lived at the top of the food chain.

After about an hour, he saw
something most humans were never blessed to see—a majestic gold and black
jaguar. It appeared in the path not more than ten feet from him and stood
watching him with a curious tilt of its head.

Aaron stood perfectly still and
marveled at the beauty and power of the creature. Given its size and powerful
build, he guessed it was a male. The broad, well-muscled chest, strong legs and
wide, heavy body moved with grace, its large padded paws completely silent in
the dead of the night.

The hackles on the back of his neck
rose to full alert. A moment ago, he’d commented to himself about the peace
surrounding him at the sound of various chirping insects and rustling leaves as
small creatures scurried about. Now there was nothing. Not a single sound met
his ears except the deep growl of the large cat as it bared lethal canines.

Aaron’s first instinct was to run,
but common sense overrode the sudden burst of adrenaline making him tremble.
Instead, he raised the tranquilizer gun and aimed. Before he could fire a blur
shot out from behind him and tackled the large male.

He watched spellbound as a
beautiful black jaguar locked jaws and paws with the threatening male. The gold
jag looked like it was going to come out on top after rolling several times
with the black cat. But he was up on his feet quickly. No, wait. The black he
was actually a she! And she was vicious, fast as lightning, and gave no quarter
to her foe as their snarls filled the jungle. The male delivered a particularly
nasty swipe to the side of the female’s head and she stumbled.

But all was not lost. Two more
jaguars charged out of the foliage and came to the black jaguar’s aid. But the
male was strong and the three females were having a tough time subduing him.
Maybe someone would hear all the noise and come help? No, he couldn’t wait for
that. He had to do something. Right now.

Raising the sights on the tranq gun
again, Aaron fired at the male. Shit, he missed! The dart lodged deep in the
black female’s shoulders and she tottered momentarily before flopping to the
ground. But the male lay on the ground as well, taken down by the females.
Seeing the threat eliminated, the other females took off the moment he hit the
dirt. But this male was smart. Too smart. When the females disappeared into the
night, he was back on his feet, dancing around wildly.