Sondrae Bennett: Worth Fighting For

With a growl, she unbuckled her seatbelt and crawled over the middle console. She took Cody’s ear between her teeth and ran her hand down his torso, releasing buttons along the way until she reached between his legs and clutched the growing bulge there.

His hands jerked on the wheel, causing them to swerve. Lucky for them, there was no oncoming traffic.

“I’m not gonna make it. Pull over,” Misty whispered in his ear, squeezing his cock through his jeans.

“Hold on. Just hold on.” The car picked up speed, ricocheting down the road. They turned down the first side street they came to. A dirt road leading God-only-knew-where. On these long rural highways, it was anyone’s guess. Rocks pounded on the windows as they shot forward.

After what felt like eternity, Cody stopped the car and threw it into park, the main road barely visible from the back. His hands reached for her, ripping the collar of her shirt as he pulled down to free one breast. The cold from the air conditioning rushed over the bared flesh.

She arched forward with a hiss as his fingers swept over her nipple. But she needed more. Her fingers searched the folds of his pants until she found what she’d been looking for. Forcing herself to be careful, she pulled the zipper down and reached between the parted fabric and through the slit in his boxers. The back of his head thumped against the rest as she pulled him out.

“Move your seat back,” she commanded, grateful he didn’t question her in the haze of passion.

All she thought about was getting him inside her. Of riding to release. After there was enough room, Misty crawled into his lap, her skirt flaring out around his hips. She rubbed against him, and moaned at the friction against her clit. Not even the seat belt latch digging into her knee would stop her from seeking her pleasure.

Finally, she grabbed him and guided him inside her. Their groans tangled between them. She leaned in and bit his shoulder, as she thrust her hips, sliding up and down his length.

Not bothering to start slowly, Misty threw herself into a frantic rhythm, biting harder on Cody’s shoulder as the pressure built below. His dark musky favor heightened her awareness of him. As did his hands digging into her flesh. She felt the sharp sting of his claws as they scratched her. The small pain mixed with her pleasure, ramping it up until it spilled over, throwing her into a powerful release.

She cried out as it swept her away, her inner muscles clenching until with a grunted shout, he exploded inside her. Her writhing slowed to a gentle caress until finally, she collapsed against him. Opening her eyes, she saw the indent of her teeth on his shoulder and leaned in to place a butterfly kiss against it.

“Well, haven’t done that since I was a teenager,” Cody muttered after a moment.

Misty growled a warning and nipped the juncture of his neck.

He laughed. “Now now, don’t get jealous. You know you’re the only one for me.”

With a sigh, she snuggled against him, content to remain exactly as they were. After all, now that the trial was over and Misty was a free woman, remaining here, in Cody’s arms, sounded perfect. But even as the thought crossed her mind, the desire for something more than a hasty fuck in the front seat of the car assailed her. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, the hair on his chest tickling her nipples as she rubbed against him. Wanted to taste the erotic flavor of his manhood, and feel his tongue everywhere.

She leaned up and looked into his eyes. “Take me home, my mate.”

He raised his head and captured her lips in a heated kiss. “Not chief ?” he joked after they finally broke apart.

Misty had to think a minute to pick up the trail of their conversation. “You don’t like my mate ?”

“I do. I love being your mate. But I prefer being your commander in chief.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he said it.

“ Chief I can do. Commander?” She snorted, climbing back over the console into her seat. “Good luck with that.”

He laughed as he righted his clothing, turned on the car, and pulled around. “Are you saying I don’t command your heart?” The smile on his face melted her.

“You do,” she admitted breathlessly.

He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “Good. Because you command mine as well.”

With a pop, the cork came out of the champagne bottle. Misty looked around blearily, still trying to dispel the passion Cody had stirred up moments before the group had shown up on their porch steps. No doubt the rumpled clothing when they’d gotten around to answering the door told everyone exactly what they’d interrupted. But at the moment, Misty couldn’t summon the energy to be embarrassed.

“To a successful day,” Jason said, raising his glass in the air as his mate thrust one into Misty’s hands.

She smiled at Samantha before drawing the bubbles into her mouth, savoring them, and swallowing. The taste lifted some of the haze from her mind.

“Guys, this is too much,” she said, gazing at the champagne and cake they’d brought over.

“Nonsense. Besides, I feel a bit guilty for getting you into this in the first place,” Julie said as she sat on the stool beside her on the kitchen island. Her mate, Brendan, growled in frustration across the room, but held his tongue. Judging by the glare he threw Julie’s way, Misty guessed they’d argued over her guilt.

After the trial, Jason had stayed behind to help question the hybrid woman. They’d been forced to use drugs to discover the whole truth, but they’d gotten the story out of her, beginning with her brother and the reason she resented the foxes and wolves so much. Charged with conspiracy, attempting to overthrow the council, and the kidnapping plan she’d been a part of, she’d been sentenced to the same fate as her brother. She was probably sitting in a cell somewhere.

But Misty didn’t have one thought to spare for Stella. She’d been given a second chance at life, and she wasn’t about to waste one moment on the woman or her brother. Time was too precious.

“Don’t be silly. No one is to blame but her and her brother, and in the end, she paid for it. Now that our problems are finished, it’s time to get on living!” Misty declared. Raising her glass in the air, she toasted, “To solving problems.”

“Not to rain on anyone’s parade, but we’re not problem-free quite yet. Apparently, the protests and riots in the area have drawn the attention of some government officials. The council believes an undercover agent has moved into the cabin off route 70. Since our two communities are the closest around, we’ve been asked to make sure they don’t discover something they shouldn’t.” Jason looked around the gathered group. “We need to figure out how to approach this and find out what is known. And keep the wrong information from getting out.”

“Well, that’s easy enough,” Misty said, drawing everyone’s attention. “There’s only one unmated woman here. Laurie will just have to seduce the agent.”

“Oh, no…” Laurie began, but Jason cut her off.

“The agent is a woman. Although she is young enough something like that might work.”

No one spoke for a minute. The logical conclusion hit them all at the same time. As one, their eyes swung to Danny, Jason’s unmated brother and the only single man in the room. He swung his head around, taking in everyone’s stares directed at him.

“Shit,” he said.