Annie Nicholas: Hunting Colby

I spun and jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around him. We were truly well matched. In his eyes I was perfect, as he was for me. “Make me yours.” I gripped his hair and claimed his mouth.

Stumbling to the bed, he carried me while undoing his jeans. His rush only inflamed my desire.

I landed on the bed and watched as he struggled. His cock stood out thick and hard, a pearl of wetness at its tip.

“Never buying button-fly again.” He covered my body with his, pressing his weight onto me, leaving no flesh untouched. Lifting my right leg over his hip, he gained better access to my entrance. He slid his cock between my nether lips, rubbing my bud, but he didn’t go any further.

I hooked my feet behind his tight ass and moaned at the sweet torture. How long had it been since I’d lain with a male? Five, maybe six years? I’d waited long enough. “Fuck me.” With my legs, I pulled him closer.

He had buried his face in my neck and hair, and all I could hear was his deep chuckle. “Don’t worry, I plan to.” Penetrating just an inch, he pulled out again. “You’re tight.”

I clawed at his back, trying to guide him back inside, but he didn’t budge. “And you’re thick.” I groaned as he thoroughly pinned me to the mattress.

“Ah-ah, not yet.” He gave me a hard look.

Dominance games came naturally to our kind; however, we were both alphas. No subs lay in this bed. I snapped my teeth at his face reflexively and twisted my hips, almost rolling him. He was just too strong for me, which set my desires ablaze. I bucked under his body.

Colby snarled back, sounding more wolf than human. He thrust inside me until his root met my apex. His angry noise became one of pleasure.

“Yes.” It was all I could manage to say, the only word I could remember how to speak.

He moved his hips, controlling the pace, until his balls slapped my behind. Gripping the headboard for leverage, he plunged deeper and harder.

I met every thrust with my own. Clawing his ass, I needed all of him. Nonsensical noises filled our room, like animals gone crazy.

He arched his back, still pounding inside of me.

I hugged him close until my teeth found the flesh over his heart, and I bit.

“Oh, God. Yes. Yes,” he cried out. The heat of his seed sent me over, joining in his climax, our shouts a mix of release and acceptance.

I claimed him. He was mine. Forever.

Odd how time sped when I needed it the most. In less than eight hours I had planned an assault on one of the most powerful overlords in North America.

My army? Three human slayers, Colby, and a baby Nosferatu. Yep, we were dead.

I double-checked the two semi-automatic guns, both concealed under my jacket like Cesio’s guards would expect, but I also carried an inner pants holster. The gun was smaller but still a large caliber weapon and would more than sting. However, it was the wooden stake concealed along my spine under my shirt that I couldn’t afford for them to find. I wouldn’t let any of the slayers carry UV grenades, their strongest weapon against the vampire, because they could accidently fry Mutt. The bugger had grown on me, and I wouldn’t let my charge become toast on his first real mission.

Mutt leaned against the far wall, watching the last-minute equipment checks. Eyelids heavy and muscles lax, he almost appeared bored.

I strutted across to him and swung a fast jab at his stomach.

He caught my hand in a crushing grip. “What the hell?”

“Just making sure you’re ready.” I inspected his shirt and suit then tugged his tie straight.

“Stop that. You’re making me nervous.” He slapped my hands away. “I’m good.” His voice broke and he cleared his throat. “Sort of. I’m a terrible liar, Gwen.”

“Then stick as close to the truth as possible. We just need to get Colby in and distract Cesio. His men don’t know what Colby looks like. They’ll just think he’s a shifter guard.” He would slip away to search for Red as soon as we cleared security.

Mutt blew out a breath. “Truth. I can handle serving Cesio a little of what I really think of him.”

I snorted. “We want distraction, not a war. This is a rescue mission.” Reaching inside his jacket, I checked a hidden pocket in the seam that carried another wooden stake. “Do you think you can reach it quick enough?”

He set his hands on my shoulder. “I’ll be fine. You have my back.”

I should have rethought this plan. Mutt wasn’t ready for this kind of mission. Fighting, maybe, but not head-to-head political confrontation, a battle of words. Cesio could destroy what confidence I’d built in Mutt. “Yeah, I got you.” I turned away before I said anything stupid or sappy. At some point over the last few weeks, I’d started seeing him like a little brother and couldn’t help my protective instinct.

Colby stood across the room, doing a final review of the plan with the three slayers accompanying us. He stared at me over their shoulders. With a nod at his companions, he strode toward me. He moved with the precision of a wolf. I’d always admired that about him. Functional, no waste of energy, and very aware of his surroundings.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yes.” He glanced at Mutt. “Him?”

“As best as he’ll ever be.”

“You’re nervous. I can smell it.” He ran the back of his finger over my cheek.

“I take my responsibilities seriously.”

“I know.”

“I’m supposed to teach him, not place his life at risk. If anything happens to him, I doubt I’ll be forgiven.” By myself. The others might not care, but I did. I gave Colby a weak smile. “Let’s get this over with.”

We walked out to the team’s nondescript blue van. I sat shotgun, while the others took seats in the back. We’d run this like I did when accompanying Master Tane outside his compounds.

The drive was silent. I didn’t care. My thoughts were loud and distracting enough—get in, distract Cesio, find Red, and then extract as fast as possible. I’d deal with collateral damages once the slayers were safely in their hidden base. Master Tane would need to know if any of these rumors were true, and then the real shit could hit the fan. I placed his personal cell number on speed dial. My suspicions were rarely wrong.

Entering Cesio’s nest shouldn’t be difficult. His curiosity will be stirred enough to see Mutt. Extracting our ass out in one piece was what churned the acids in my stomach. I’d never had people I cared about on this kind of assignment.

Images of Colby being hurt tried to pry its way into the forefront of my mind. I clenched my jaw and forced them away. Fear would damage my focus and I needed it razor sharp.

Taking slow, measured breaths, I pictured bubbles floating in the wind then imagined popping each one with darts. I’d used this mental exercise for years to gather my wits and block out all external distractions.

The van came to a stop.

I glanced through the passenger side window at the guards by the door. Stepping outside the vehicle, I scanned the street and sidewalks like I would have done on any other security detail. Nothing seemed amiss as both guards focused their attention on me.

I strode up to them. “Inform your master that a representative of the Nosferatu clan is here.” The words came out smooth and easy. They should; I’d said them often enough in the past.

They glanced at each other briefly then one touched his ear piece and spoke to an unseen agent inside, informing the person of our arrival. The other leaned to the side to take a better look at the van. “How do I know you’re legit?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Who would have the balls to use the Nosferatu name in vain?”