4. Katalina #2
I had done some research after our tussle in the swamp.
Though I’d never heard of them, which was strange, I believed he was what legend called a Rougarou.
Unique to Louisiana in America. How Rafael got it wrong was odd.
He had been alive for more years than I could count and should’ve known every species alive.
Strong fingers gripped my ass and lifted as my legs wrapped around his hips. Sharp pieces from old holes in the metal dug into my back, but I ignored it. He pressed his big body into mine, grinding his hard shaft between my legs, and my clit sang.
Lust and sex were in my nature. I’d used them to my advantage plenty of times over the years, but they weren’t a priority in my line of work.
Because of that, I’d suppressed them most of my life.
Except I was having a hard time keeping them reeled in as his tongue swept into my mouth and dueled with mine.
“Get a room,” I heard someone say as a small group of people exited the bar.
Their laughter faded, but we didn’t pause. Instead, he reached between us to cup one of my tits. When he found I was braless, he groaned and pinched my nipple.
I moaned in response.
In a blur, we were around the side of the building, deep in the shadows cast by an old black willow tree. He had my shirt up, and he was sucking and nibbling on my breasts. His teeth sank into the side of one firm globe.
With a gasp, I threw my head back, and my fingers tangled in his hair. Vaguely, I was aware of the tie falling out and the soft tresses brushing my skin. I clutched his hair and clawed at the worn leather of his cut.
Then he slowly slid me down the front of his body, his wicked mouth finding my shoulder and my neck.
“Mmmm,” he hummed against the column of my throat as he rubbed his cock against my pussy.
Desire rushed through me like flames licking over dry branches. I could feel my panties getting wet as my core throbbed.
“You want to take this somewhere a tad more private, little demon?” he asked before he nipped my earlobe.
Honestly, I wouldn’t have cared if he had bent me over and driven what felt like a nice, thick cock deep inside me right then and there.
But his buddies were still inside. I didn’t want to risk them coming out and interrupting what was likely going to be an explosive orgasm.
Also, if I followed through with my plan of having his blood on my hands when we were done, I’d like for it to be somewhere a bit more private.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good.” He set me abruptly on my feet and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me behind him as we rounded the corner.
“Get on,” he demanded as he stopped in front of the sleek and shiny black motorcycle.
“What?” I paused, breath heaving and hands on my hips. “I need my vehicle. I’ll follow you,” I countered. The need to fuck him was abnormally strong, and I was having a hard time keeping my innate need under control.
“No. I’ll bring you back. I don’t trust you not to run me over,” he replied with a cocky grin.
Shit, I’d have to hoof it all the way back here after I was done. Fuck it. “Let’s go.”
He threw a thick thigh over the bike, and I paused for half a breath. He reached out a hand, and I was shocked to find myself placing mine in his. I didn’t resist as he guided me closer toward it… because curiosity had replaced the thrill of the hunt.
And I wanted to see where this went.
So, I climbed on behind him, my skirt raising to indecent heights. The bike roared to life beneath me.
There wasn’t a backrest, so I curled my arms around his waist just in time for him to hit the throttle.
Maybe I should’ve asked where we were going. Perhaps a normal woman would. Then again, I was no ordinary woman. I could hold my own in most situations.
This man is different… that little voice in my head warned. And I knew it was right. He may not be a werewolf, but I had little experience or knowledge of what he was. His bite didn’t send me into writhing pain, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t be as dangerous to me as a werewolf.
Perhaps in different ways.
The ride into the woody swamp was silent. Eventually, he stopped beside a small structure half-hidden by cypress trees. Wordless, he killed the bike and glanced over his shoulder.
Reading his unspoken question, I got off and waited.
He unfurled himself from the bike. That was the only way to describe it. It was impossible not to see that the man was a force of nature.
“Scared, little demon?” he softly asked as he closed in on me.
I stood my ground and resisted the urge to lean into him when he stopped toe-to-toe with me. His large hand slowly wrapped around my wind-tangled hair, and he jerked back, arching my neck almost painfully.
My breath came in pants that lifted my chest until the tips of my breasts lightly brushed his. “Of you?” I returned with a scoff. “Never.”
The corner of his full mouth lifted in a semblance of a grin. “Good.”
He stepped back, taking my hand in his and leading me toward the door of the building that I now realized was a bit bigger than I first thought.
Runes burned faintly along the exterior walls, and I involuntarily shied away.
“Sure you’re not scared?” he taunted, his warm breath tickling my ear and making me jump as I hadn’t noticed him stepping behind me.
“What is this place?” I asked, trying to sound calm and in control.
“My… sanctuary,” he replied before opening the door. Though there was something in his tone that said this small shack was more.