Kuma (11 page)

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Boris not only smelled the strawberries, he literally tasted them on her lips. There was nowhere to lay her. They were in the damn forest. He slid a hand down her back and over the slope of her ass. His erection bumped her hip. “Baby, we are in the middle of the woods. Put your clothes on, I’ll find mine, and we can enjoy ourselves at home.” He felt his dick wither a bit.

“No. You’re right. We are in the middle of the woods and I can’t think of a better place to be.” She enclosed a fist around his cock. “So are we gonna mate or what?”

“I want to take my time and be gentle.”

She slid a fist up and down his the length of his shaft and leaned into his chest. “Did I ask for that?”

“No.”

She released him and he watched her back up, her jeans—still on one leg—dragged through the pinecones and needles that littered the floor. “Apparently, you want to work for this.” She turned around and wiggled her butt. Glancing over her shoulder she added, “If you catch me, I’ll let you spank me, no arguments.” She moved away as she spoke.

He crossed his arms across his chest. His rigid dick jutted from his body, bobbing as if in anticipation. She got farther from him as he counted to one hundred in his head. Boris scanned the area for a place to carry her once he caught her, not that she was moving very fast. Rolling his shoulders to ease the tense muscles in his back, he started after Nix. He scooped her up in a matter of minutes and toted her to a stump he spotted. Boris sat down, laying her across his lap. True to her word, she didn’t udder a sound but he could feel her smile against his thigh as she slid forward. He felt her skim her fingers over his calf.

Her perfectly shaped apple bottom called to him, and he rubbed a palm over one cheek, sliding the tips of his fingers along the inside of her thighs. A faint moan escaped her and her nipples pressed against the skin on the inside of his leg. He pressed a palm to her back, raised his other hand, and smacked her ass, rubbing her cheek for a moment to ease the sting. Again he raised his hand and dealt a second blow to her butt. He leaned to the side to see her face. She’d sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and closed her eyes. He spanked her again, and she rocked on his legs. The smell of her arousal rose up to his nose and his cock jerked against her belly.

Boris bit back the urge to lift her up and ram into her body, balls-deep. Nix finally trusted him with her body and he was going to worship her like she deserved while he established his dominance, of course. He slapped her butt and her moan split the silence of the forest. Her cheeks were tinged a rosy pink. He slid his palm over her ass feeling the slight heat rising off her. Gliding his fingers between her thighs he traced her damp folds of her pussy and she wiggled her hips.

He stilled.

She reared up and looked behind her, meeting his gaze.

He slapped her butt again and an “oh” passed through her lips. “If you leave me again, there will be more where this came from.” He added another lick.

She smirked. “Promise?” Her voice was husky.

Boris returned to her honey pot slipping his fingers through her damp tissue, seeking her pearl. He slid his hand forward and touched her clit rubbing it with a finger while pressing down on the hard nubbin. She rolled her pelvis and humped his hand. With a twist of his wrist, he tickled the opening of her channel and plunged two fingers into her passage. Her body bowed against his hand as the muscles in her pussy tightened around his digits. She shuddered and cream flowed into his palm from her cleft. He felt his teeth sharpen as he started a slow descent into his beast.

His muscles bulked up, and he bit his tongue focusing on the pain instead of his animal. He forced back the anxious bear threatening to overtake him. One more caress on the soft skin of her backside and he grabbed her by the waist to lift her up. She rose, spun around, and seated herself on his lap facing him. Boris wrapped his palms around her thighs and yanked her forward, his cock easily slipped between the sensitive lips of her cleft. Nix wrapped a palm around the base of his dick and moved to place her knees on both sides of his hips, coating his rod with her juices as she directed him into her channel. Using his shoulders for balance, she rose and fell on his shaft. His eyes widened, and she winked before closing her eyes and dropping her head back. A tingling begun at the small of his back and spread throughout his body, he felt a fine sheen of sweat coat his torso.

Her breasts bounced before him, and he dipped his head to catch a taut bud between his lips. She started to whimper as he rolled her nipple along his tongue sucking her aureole into his mouth. Boris gently bit down and she moved her hands, throwing them behind her to hold onto his knees. Her tit fell from his lips with a wet
pop
. The current building along his nerve ending intensified. Her undulating channel stroked his dick, and he grabbed her ass to control her movements. He watched a rivulet of sweat slid down her neck and leaned forward to catch the drop with his tongue. Nix’s essence burst on his tongue and the bear within him snapped at the tethers he’d placed on it.

Boris opened his mouth to speak, the words a jumble as he tried to talk around his teeth. The fire burning through him stoked by Nix threatened to claim him as his vision tunneled. He licked his lips and tried again.

“Nix, open your eyes.” His tone sounded more like a growl.

Slowly, her lids lifted.

He swallowed several times trying to get the words past his lips. “I leave the gift of our mating to you. If you want me, say so.” He felt like he was burning from the inside out and her moans only made it harder to control his nature.

She cupped his cheek with her hand. A tear slid down from the corner of her eye. “Boris Blaidd, you are mine.”

He slid his hands around to her hips, digging into her skin. His focus changed, zeroing in on the hollow above her collarbone. Her hand fell away from his face as he opened his mouth wide. His roar sent the birds flying en masse from the trees. She rose up on his shaft one last time and he jerked her down, biting into her skin at the same time. His body exploded and his seed filled her. She quivered against him, her limbs shaking intermediately as her orgasm flowed through her. Boris closed his eyes and watched fireworks ignite behind his lids. The coppery taste of blood glided over his tongue and he released the bite. She laid her head in the crook of his neck.

“Wow,” Nix murmured.

“Yeah.”

They sat connected to each other listening to the sounds around them.

Epilogue

A few days later

Nix, Fre, and Keen played hide-and-seek, using the first step as base. Keen turned the corner to walk down a hallway and Nix around the bannister. The loud rumble of a motor drew her attention. If she wasn’t mistaken, someone was parking a motorcycle out front. Curious, she walked to the door as Fre appeared on the second-floor landing. Nix looked up at her friend while her hand hovered over the knob. Fre nodded, and Nix opened the heavy wooden panel.

On the porch stood a woman with her hand raised in midknock. Nix cocked her head. The chick was gorgeous. She was tall with a creamy, dark complexion, sporting an afro-puff at the top of her head. She was decked out in leather from her boots to her long vest, and there were thin strips of suede, with beads and feathers hanging from them, tied to one arm. Nix widened the door opening as Fre came to stand next to her.

“Hello. Who are you?” Fre inquired.

The stranger smiled and a hint of fangs appeared. “Hi, I’m Tee. Jamison Conda sent me.”

Nix and Fre spoke in unison. “Principal Jamison?”

“Yeah. He said I was to report to some guy named Scar.” She stepped over the threshold.

“Rhys is my mate. What is it you want with him?”

“Cool, you’re human. Sorry.” She dipped her head. “I’m only supposed to talk to Scar or that damned bear. I believe my Alpha called him Kuma.”

Nix grew impatient. “Can you give us something because, I gotta tell you, you won’t make another step in this house until I’m comfortable with you being here.”

The woman stared at Nix, looking her up and down. “You must be Nix. If I get the chance, I’d love to spar with you. I hear you’re pretty good.”

“Okay. Now you’re just pissing me off. Who are you?” Nix reached behind her, placing her hand on the butt of her gun.

“Oh, you have one. I have two.” She pushed back the tail of her vest to show her gun belt riding low on her hips. The woman’s guns were backward in their holsters. “Look, I just need Scar or Kuma. I’m really not here to cause trouble. I was actually sent to help.”

***

 Boris listened to his dad report on his talks with various Council members. The room was full of aides, captains, and his two brothers. Beyond the room he could hear his nephew laughing with Fre and his mate. A slow smile formed on his lips. He was mated and damn if he didn’t wish he could have stayed in bed this morning.

“Boris, do you have anything further to add?” Colin, his father, added.

“I have teams of two set up to infiltrate the homes of the six board members you mentioned. I say we slit their throats and call it a day. New Council people will be elected and they won’t forget what happened to the last set.”

Myka snorted. “That would bring the shifter nation down on our heads.” He sniffed the air. “You guys smell that.”

“What?” Rhys took his feet off the table and placed them on the floor.

“It’s nothing. I thought I caught a whiff of coconuts.” Myka shrugged as others lifted their noses in the air. “As I was saying, we are getting hit from two sides now thanks to you two.” He nodded toward his brothers.

“I had no clue Seri would marry Roman.” Boris cleared his throat. “Hell, I didn’t even know she knew him.”

“Had you killed her, the point would be moot,” Rhys remarked snidely.

“We had history. I was giving her the benefit of the doubt,” Boris interjected.

“Yet you left Fre at the car by herself.” Rhys slid in the barb.

Boris threw his hands in the air. “Here we go again. I apologized for that. I knew you would send someone after her. Hell, the woman can take care of herself. Her aim is better than yours.”

Colin sighed. “If you three are done, can we get back to the matter at hand? We have sanctions levied against us that we must answer. You boys know pack rules as well as I do…”

Boris opened his mouth.

Colin held up a hand. “My God, it’s like you three are ten again and no, we can’t just kill the bad people in their sleep.”

Boris closed his mouth.

Colin continued. “With Roman’s and Seri’s connections I’m sure they are building a case against us. We have to be smart about this and develop our own allies. Matos’s hands are tied but I know if push comes to shove, he will align his clan with ours. I’m talking to a few others, some of Roman’s enemies. I’m hoping that old adage is true. That the enemy of our enemy is our friend. This no longer a skirmish between warring factions, Seri has taken this whole mess up a notch. If we don’t handle this quickly and properly, it will become a civil war between shifter nations.” Colin stared at Rhys.

“War is enviable then. I won’t step down and Fre isn’t going anywhere.” Rhys clenched his jaw.

“Son…”

A knock at the door stopped Colin from continuing. Nix stuck her head in through the crack she pushed open. “Sorry to disturb you, gentlemen, but there is someone out here who requests to speak with you.”

Boris caught her gaze and winked. “Who is it, Nix?”

Nix shrugged. “Says she’s an emissary for her Alpha, Jamison Conda…”

Boris and his brothers groaned.

Nix continued, “Anyway, she’s asking to speak with you, says she has a message for you.”

Rhys leaned forward in his seat. “Send her in.”

Nix nodded and widened the space so the woman could enter. A collective gasp filled the room when the stranger entered. Boris looked around at the men in the room with him and shook his head. Myka caught his attention with the way he sniffed the air and Boris reached out and tapped Rhys on the hand. When Rhys looked up, he tilted his head to Myka and both of them stared at their younger brother as his nose twitched and his eyes narrowed.

Boris turned attention back to the girl. She carried herself like a warrior. He heard the door close with a solid
click
in the background. She strode up to Rhys and pulled a folded sheet of paper from her pocket.

Myka spoke up as Rhys read. “I know you’re snake, but what clutch?”

She tilted her head and glanced at Myka before focusing back on Rhys. Her voice was a smoky rasp when she spoke. “Don’t you think it’s rude to ask someone their subspecies, wolf?”

Boris was sure his eyes widened at the dismissal in her tone. He chuckled. Shit just got fun.

Rhys folded the paper and passed it to Boris. Boris picked it up and scanned the message.

Gentlemen, it seems I have been called to Council regarding your pack. I’m resuming my position as Alpha of the Snake Nation. We may have our personal differences, but I am not fond of bullying of any kind. However, I must answer my summons. Gertrudis, the young woman bringing this note to you, is my second in command. Consider her your nanny. She will protect the child with her life, or any other member of your pack. That said, consider this my formal entreaty for an alliance.

Sincerely,

 Jamison.

Boris whistled and passed the note to his father. “Well, this is an interesting turn of events.”

Rhys sighed. “It is. I’m calling the rest of our people home. Gertrudis…”

“Tee, please,” she interjected.

“As my brother asked earlier, exactly what kind of snake are you?” Rhys asked.

Her wide smile exposed double fangs. “I’m Cottonmouth, I believe the general term is pit viper.”

The End

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