Dani Harper - First Bite

“So what am I going to do about my sister?”

“Simple. Stay away from her.”

“But she’s still out there, and maybe she doesn’t have an army at the moment, but it won’t take her long to recruit more volunteers .” Neva made quotation marks with her fingers in the air around that last word. “She’s going to steal more people’s lives. I have to do something.”

“Stay far away.”

“But—”

“Look, Meredith is beyond anything that you and I can handle by ourselves. She’s got a personal brand of dark magic going on that makes serial killers look like jaywalkers.” He repressed a shiver as he remembered the scaly demons with the enormous orange eyes. “I don’t want you exposed to that—she wants you for something, and whatever it is, it’s not good.”

“But I can’t just ignore the fact that she’s a murderer. She’s hurting people, killing them. If she were an ordinary human being, we could just call the police. But she’s not—and she’s getting more powerful all the time.”

“That’s why you can’t be the one to deal with her. If your twin has you , it’ll further her plans somehow. I need to talk to someone who works with magic, see if I can get some help to beat her at her own game.”

“Where the hell are you going to find someone like that?”

He spoke so quietly that only her Changeling senses allowed her to hear him. “I have to go back to my old pack.”

“ What? You just finished telling me that they’d have to kill you or banish you.”

“I have to take that chance. Besides, banishment is just going to be more of the same. It’s already what I’ve lived with most of my life.”

“Yeah, well, what if they decide to kill you instead?”

“Meredith is a danger to everyone—human, Changeling, everyone . She has to be stopped, and it’s in the pack’s best interest to help.”

“And the killing you part?”

“Well, maybe I’ll be lucky and they’ll hold off until we stop Meredith.”

“I don’t like this plan at all. If you go back to your pack, I’m coming with you.”

“Listen, you don’t—”

They both jumped when Neva’s cell rang. She picked it up gingerly to look at the call display—then quickly flipped it open. “Baker!”

Travis’s inner wolf reacted at once. He wrestled it down as he asked, “Who the hell is Baker?” No way would his alter ego tolerate a rival.

Neva simply waved her hand and shushed him. “I’m so glad you’re okay. Really? That’s wonderful. Hey, where are you? Good, we’re heading south. I’ll call you when I stop someplace, maybe tonight.”

The phone hadn’t snapped shut before Travis was growling. He couldn’t help it. “Who. The hell. Is Baker?”

“For pity’s sake, he’s just a friend. He helped me get to Meredith’s to rescue you. He got his friend Riley out of the prison, too, and Zarita escaped with them, and then he found Sonje and Nathan again. They’re all down in Tucson.”

Travis’s wolf settled down as he digested all that. He was glad that Riley had gotten out. Poor bastard deserved something decent to happen to him. “I suppose you want to see them?”

“Of course I do.” She sat astride his lap and put her arms around his neck. “But first, I’d rather see you . Naked. Now.”

Neva nearly choked trying not to laugh. For the first time since she’d met him, Travis’s characteristic frown disappeared. In fact, his brows nearly reached his hairline in pure and pleased surprise. How long they stayed like that, she couldn’t say—she was suddenly being squeezed too tightly against his broad chest to see what his face was doing. His mouth was busy, however, kissing the top of her head, then roaming over her forehead, her eyes. His muscled arms released her, and he cupped her face so he could brush his lips over hers, teasing the corners with the tip of his tongue.

A shudder of arousal played down her spine, and she concentrated on capturing that elusive tongue and sucking it gently into her mouth. In and out. In and out. And in case he missed the suggestion, she rocked her pelvis in his lap. The answering bulge in his jeans was just right for rubbing against.

Travis released her face and sought one of her ears, breathing softly into it until he caught the lobe firmly between his teeth. Seizing her hips with both hands, he slid her rapidly back and forth over the front of his jeans. The sound of his breathing harshened. Wet with excitement, she gripped handfuls of his shirt and rode the rising wave of pleasure—

Until he stopped dead. She tried frantically to rub herself against him, but he merely picked her up by the waist and stood her on her feet. It was Neva’s turn to frown, half disappointed and half frustrated. “What the hell is—”

“Take off your jeans,” he ordered. “Just the jeans. For now.”

She eyed him as she complied. He’d stripped naked and sat down again. His cock was high and hard and welcoming, but again her expectations were diverted.

“Stay standing.” He kept his knees together and directed her until she stood straddling them. Slowly, his big hands rubbed circles around her hips and the sides of her legs, massaging gently up and down, dispelling all the tension from her muscles but building it unbearably in the untouched vee of her legs. Finally he slid a hand behind her and gripped her ass firmly. Neva moaned as her core clenched hard. Travis’s other hand began caressing her inner thighs, moving higher by degrees until a single drop of moisture ran down the inside of her leg. He caught it on the end of his finger and licked it off, his blue eyes on hers the entire time.

Two more drops trickled down. She was going to start screaming if he didn’t touch her soon. As if he’d heard her thoughts—oh, crap, was she broadcasting again?—his strong fingers softly massaged her curls, then parted them. A long, low moan broke from her lips, and she had to grip his shoulders to stay on her feet as his fingers circled her clit and then slid slickly into her.

She lost it then. There was nothing she could do to stop her hips from pumping hard against his hand. She wanted, needed, had to have more—he gave her two fingers, then three, all the while keeping his thumb on her rounded clit. Faster, faster…now, now, now! Neva could swear that fireworks went off behind her eyelids as she finally reached the top of the elusive roller coaster and rocketed down the other side. Thankfully, Travis gathered her to him, holding on tightly as she shattered into a million pieces. Neva had barely stopped shuddering when he placed her arms around his neck and settled her throbbing core within striking distance of his rampant cock.

“Take me in,” he whispered to her. “Take all of me.”

A single bump from his rearing arousal nearly sent her over the edge again. She wanted it, wanted him inside her, but her orgasm had left her so damn hypersensitive…Slowly, gingerly, she eased over his smooth penis—velvet over stone—and pressed gently against it, shivering hard as every nerve ending in her body reacted to the unique sensation. She was soaking wet and more than ready for him, but still vibrating. She caught sight of him then, jaw clenched, the cords in his neck standing out, and a scattering of beads of sweat on his face and chest, from the strain of holding himself back—she was probably torturing him just as he’d teased her. Neva pulled off her shirt, pressed her breasts to his bare skin, locked her hands together behind his neck, and thrust her pelvis just so…

It was Travis’s turn to lose control. He was on his feet in an instant, rocking deep into her as she wrapped her legs around him. The perfect friction nearly caused her to climax again—and suddenly Neva became exquisitely aware of their surroundings. It was more than the warmth of the sun on their bodies and the soft caress of the ocean breeze. There was a push of unseen power in the air, and a vast reservoir of energy pooled in the ground below their feet. Something huge and primal gathered in them and around them, building quickly. Her body rapidly climbed toward a new and more powerful peak, and she gripped Travis hard, milking him with her sex, binding them together until he shouted out his release at the same time she did. In the same instant, the wild energies around them came together with all the force of a thunderclap, washing over them both until they collapsed in a heap.