Hearts of the Hunted (9 page)

We were all the way back
at the apartment before I realized that we had finally accomplished
what we had set out to do. I turned to Hannah, and her eyes shone
with the same bright light. We stood that way for a long moment,
and then she laughed and I couldn't help but laugh along. I threw
myself forward, and she did the same, and we tumbled onto the couch
in each other's arms, giggling like girls.

"We did it!" I cried,
giddy with our success.

"He's really gone for
good," she said at the same time. We burst into laughter again, and
it was a long time before we both managed to calm down. She curled
up against me and I rested my head on top of hers, inhaling the
sweet scent of her bright, beautiful hair; it was even longer
before either of us moved again.

"What are you going to do
now?" she asked me.

A chill moved through me
as I considered. Was she asking me to leave? "I don't know. I guess
I can go back to Janelle. We haven't needed to make many runs from
this area in a while," I said quietly. "You must be relieved that
you can get back to your life."

"It will still be a while
before I can walk past a shadow downtown without my heart
pounding," she said. She turned her face into my chest, but I sat
back and reached for her.

I took Hannah's face in my
hands and brought her eyes up to meet mine, holding her gaze for a
moment before I said, "He's gone. You caught him, and you gave him
to the police. Thanks to you, he will never hurt another girl
again. I know you hated being Changed; now no one else will go
through that shock because of him."

Hannah's lovely green eyes
moistened. "I don't know," she said, "I wouldn't wish a surprise
Change on anyone, ever, but maybe it brought some blessings into my
life after all." Then, she kissed me, soft and sweet. I sighed into
her mouth as I returned the slow, gentle kiss.

Hannah pulled back and
found my hands with hers. "Will you stay?"

The words poured into me
like hot coffee into a cool mug, and I shivered with pleasure as
that warmth started somewhere deep inside of me and flowed out to
the tips of my fingers and toes. "With you?" I asked
stupidly.

Hannah's golden laugh
stole my breath away. "Yes, with me! You're beautiful and
infuriating and wonderful, and I love you. Stay.
Please?"

My eyes filled up with
tears and my voice was gone, so I answered her with a kiss, pulling
her to me and pouring all of my love and passion into her until the
lump in my throat cleared enough that I thought I could speak
again. "I'll stay. Of course I'll stay. I love you,
Hannah."

She crushed me in her
embrace, and then kissed me fiercely, pushing me back and lying on
top of me on the couch. She attacked me with kisses and affection,
her hands roaming over my body until I was on fire with
arousal.

"I'm ready," she said
quietly. It took me a long moment to understand, perhaps longer
than usual because her lips and teeth teased distractingly at my
throat.

"Are you sure?"

"Make love to me, Camille.
Make me scream."

I rolled her off of the
couch so fast we almost tumbled over the coffee table together, and
then we were giggling as we tugged each other toward the bedroom, a
trail of clothing left behind us as we stripped ourselves and each
other. We laughed and kissed and pressed together, and pulled
apart, our gasps and sighs punctuating the soft sounds of cloth
hitting the floor until we hurried onto the bed. I rolled her over,
climbing on top of her and pressing into her soft curves, loving
the way that she fit perfectly against me. I kissed her lips, her
cheeks, and her neck, teasing her and loving her
thoroughly.

I spent some time on her
breasts, showering the soft flesh with my adoration, kissing the
peaks of her nipples and taking them in my teeth, kneading and
sucking. I teased until she begged me for more, and laughed as she
pushed at my shoulders and spread her legs for me. My fingers moved
slowly to her slit and she gasped. "Are you sure?" I asked her, my
fingers light on her flesh.

"Please!" she cried. I
slid my fingers inside her, watching her face. A shadow passed over
her, and then it was gone, replaced with desire and arousal, and I
stroked her slowly as she pressed against me. "Please!
More!"

At long last I slid
between her legs and pressed my lips against hers. My fingers moved
deep inside her as I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my
tongue across that hard nub, moaning the sweet taste of her. My
moans set off a round of hers, and I hummed in pleasure, sending us
into a cycle that made her buck against my face and cry
inarticulately for more.

I brought her close to
orgasm, and then, when her gasps and cries rose to a fevered pitch,
I backed off, lapping at her clit with the flat of my tongue until
she had fallen back from the edge again. All the while I worked my
fingers inside her, stroking softly, curling my fingers against her
G spot and pulling away from time to time to run my slick fingers
around her clit.

When I drove her toward
the peak again, Hannah grabbed the back of my head, pressing me
into her clit and grinding up against me. I laughed and gave her
what she wanted, working her clit with my tongue and driving my
fingers inside her until she uttered one long scream of pleasure,
and her entire body gave way to orgasm. She shuddered beneath me as
she rode that pinnacle of pleasure, and I lapped softly at her,
drawing out her orgasm as long as I could.

Hannah finally pulled me
up, and I fell into her arms, kissing her as she got her breath
back. "When I can see straight again, I
am
returning the favor," she
teased.

I smiled and pulled her
against me. "This is going to be an exhausting relationship, isn't
it?"

About the Author

Kathleen got her start in
freelance writing, but she eventually discovered that the erotic
side of life is where the fun is at. She lives in California with
her partner of over a decade, and a small menagerie consisting of a
dog, a cat, and a fish, who mostly get along despite the obvious
conflicts.

Kathleen has been
published in
Spellbinding: Tales from the
Magic University
by Ravenous
Romance,
Beach Bums
by Cleis Press, and
Fraternal
Devotion
by Storm Moon Press. She is
available at [email protected], or by visiting the website
of her secret alter-ego, KathleenTudor.com.