Soul Deep Page 9

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  Her breath shuddered from her body as a whimper broke free of her lips.

  “Okay, we fucking got problems. ” The Jeep veered sharply as the sound of gunfire echoed around them. Amanda watched Kiowa’s expression change. Passion receded. It didn’t disappear, just receded as cold hard fury tightened his face.

  “Stay down. ”

  He pushed her in close to the wheel cover as he moved from beneath the blanket, jerking a lethal black weapon from the floorboard as the back window lowered.

  His back rippled with muscles, his lean, corded body tense and ready for action. Her pussy convulsed and the fear of death was nothing compared to the fear of never fucking this man again.

  “How many?” he yelled out as Amanda’s eyes flew to the window beside her.

  “Just the one. We’re twenty minutes from the compound. They have a chopper lifting up any second but damn if I want any bullets hitting this vehicle. They took shots at Taber’s car behind us. They don’t know which vehicle we’re in yet. ”

  “They knew where to look for us, though,” Kiowa snapped.

  “Yeah. This is bad shit,” Simon agreed. “Get ready, he’s coming in again!”

  “Stay all the way down Amanda,” Kiowa snapped as she started to lean up. “Down and covered, dammit. ”

  His voice was so hard, so vicious she jerked the blanket over her head and huddled against the side of the vehicle.

  “Here comes Kane on a fast pass,” Simon yelled out. “Let’s see if he can draw them out. ”

  The hard throb of the helicopter and the sound of a speeding vehicle filled her ears. Tight curses and gunfire exploded in the night.

  “Fuck this. ”

  The sound of Kiowa’s voice had Amanda peeking out. Her heart jumped in her throat as she watched him move his body through the window, bracing his hips against the window frame as he began to return fire.

  “Dammit it, Kiowa…” Simon was cursing, Stephanie was joining Kiowa. Amanda jerked up, eyes wide, her gaze trying to fly in all directions. Two vehicles were behind them, one at their side and two ahead of them and in seconds there were bodies hanging out of all of them, firing at the helicopter streaking toward them. White flares of light exploded from the aircraft ahead as gunfire pelted around them while it veered to the side.

  “Shit. Shit,” Simon was screaming now. “Tanner’s coming in with the Breed chopper, kids. This is gonna get ugly. ”

  Another helicopter flew in like a kamikaze on speed. It flew low over the vehicles before tilting and turning to meet the other. Amanda couldn’t see a damn thing, no matter where she looked, she could only hear it.

  The sound of machine-gun fire and overhead blasts filled the night before an explosion lit the night sky and Kiowa let out a war whoop that would have done an Apache on a late night western proud.

  “That boy doesn’t have the sense God gave suicide candidates,” Simon snarled as the helicopter dipped low and waved side to side. “Do you know the fucking press this is going to get? Callan’s going to kick all our damned asses. ”

  Amanda didn’t have the change to think or ask questions on any of it as Kiowa swung back into the Jeep, jerked her close and stole her lips in a kiss that stole her mind.

  “Fuck!” Simon’s voice was the last thing she heard.

  Kiowa thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, the swollen extension curling around hers as she closed her lips on it helplessly. Honey and spice. Male heat and demand. It poured into her as her hands gripped his head, her fingers tangling into his hair as he groaned into her kiss. Adrenaline, lust and fear combined to slam her senses into overdrive and send her soaring. There was no fear, no concerns when she was feeding from the passion of his kiss. Lips and tongues twisted together, fractured moans echoing within the insulated veil that lust weaved around them. Nothing else existed. Time stopped moving. There was only Kiowa.

  Chapter Eleven

  Kiowa was enraged, horny, and in the mood to kill. Unfortunately the fucking bastards pissing him off didn’t have the balls to face him. That left only friendlies to pound on. You couldn’t kill a friendly, but you could damned sure knock the hell out of the one that got you in this mess to begin with, he thought, as the

  Jeep slammed to a stop inside the Feline Breed compound right beside Dash Sinclair. He slammed the door open, stepped from the vehicle and planted his fist in the other man’s face first thing. Fury surged through his body as he ignored the gathering Feline Breeds. Let them try to interfere, he thought as he growled warningly at the lot of them, flashing the curved canines at the side of his mouth. By God, he would lay them out too.

  Dash landed on his back, shook his head then speared Kiowa with a long, cold look.

  “That one was free,” he said quietly as he came to his feet. “Don’t make the mistake of taking another. ”

  Kiowa lifted his lip in a feral snarl before he hit him again.

  “Goddamn it, Kiowa!” Dash remained on his feet, just barely.

  “You dirty fucking bastard,” Kiowa growled furiously. “Remind to never, never, take another job you throw my way. I don’t need your fucking messes; I make enough of my own. I was doing real damned fine where I was at. What made you even think I needed this bullshit?”

  His cock was raging. The smell of Amanda’s heat locked in his brain and he couldn’t escape it.

  “Yeah, you were real content,” Dash snorted, watching him warily as the Breeds milled around them.

  “Fun was it, Kiowa, playing bouncer in a scum pit?”

  Kiowa snarled again as Callan stepped closer, almost close enough to scent Amanda’s pulsing arousal, to smell that intriguing soft scent of honey and spice.

  The other man backed up, an amused grin tilting his lips as amber eyes regarded him with no hint of wariness. Fucking cats, he thought furiously.

  “Look, Kiowa, we have a cabin ready for you and all the explanations you need. ” Dash was obviously fighting his amusement despite his sore face. “Get back in the jeep and we’ll drive up there and talk all you want. ”

  “Do you think I’m in the mood to fucking talk?” Kiowa snarled. “Point out the goddamned cabin then get the fuck out of my way. ”

  The erection in his pants was killing him, and Amanda’s low moan from the back of the Jeep was like a spike of lust slamming into his guts.

  Dash’s eyes narrowed again. “Shit. You kissed her again, didn’t you? Dammit, that only makes it worse,”

  he muttered. “Kiowa, haven’t you figured it out yet?”

  “Point the cabin out, you mangy fucking wolf,” Kiowa growled, the unbidden, guttural sound of his own voice was shocking. “Then get the hell out of my way. ”

  Dash sighed in frustration. “Up the hill. Second cabin under the tree line. ”

  Kiowa glanced up the graveled road that headed into the mountain before turning and stalking to the Jeep.

  “Get out of my way,” he muttered when Simon didn’t move from his position in front of the door of the driver’s side.

  Simon laughed, a low, mocking chuckle as he slid smoothly to the side.

  “Have fun, coyote boy. ” The smile on his face had Kiowa growling again. Dammit, what the hell was he doing mixed up in this crazy mess? he thought.

  A second later, the Jeep spun from its parking place and headed up the short distance to the cabin Dash had pointed out. Blood pounded hard and fast in his veins as Amanda rose behind him, her arms curling around his neck as her lips moved over the pulse throbbing hard and hot at the side of his neck. She licked the pulsing vein slowly, then her sharp little teeth bit down on the tough skin as the Jeep skidded to the side of the road before Kiowa managed to right it, punch the gas and curse.

  “You bit me,” she sighed at his ear.

  “I’m going to bite you again. ” His teeth ached to bite her again. To feel the soft flesh that bordered neck and shoulder beneath the sharp ca
nines as he held her to him, his cock swelling…knotting her… He groaned at the thought and brought the Jeep to a shuddering stop at the door of the cabin. He didn’t bother with the blanket that wrapped around her when he jerked the back door open. He just grabbed her, pressed her to the side of the Jeep and tore frantically at his jeans. He wasn’t going to make it into the little house. He didn’t have the strength to get any further than the feel of her in his arms. Naked except for the red stockings and stiletto ankle boots, her legs curving around his waist, the naked heat of her pussy burning the head of his dick. He lifted her, his hands gripping her ass, tugging the soft swell of flesh apart as he poised at the entrance of her cunt.

  “Scream for me,” he whispered then. “I want to hear your cries. ”

  His body tightened as her breath caught, her eyes gleaming in the predawn light as he began to work the head of his cock into the tight, God so fucking tight, pussy weeping its siren’s call. Her head fell back against the jeep, long silken strands of hair flowing around her as the first, throttled cry left her throat.

  * * * * *

  Amanda gripped Kiowa’s hips tighter with her knees, her gaze meeting his as she felt the hard spurt of fluid enter her before his cock did. Whatever it was, it alternately burned and eased her. She could feel her muscles relaxing even as her arousal reached new peaks.

  She couldn’t deny him. It was beyond her strength, beyond her ability to turn away from the pleasure of his touch. Whatever was wrong with her, whatever had been done to her, for this moment in time, she was more animal than woman in this hunger for the man touching her. With each hard pulse of the fluid, his cock slid deeper inside her, stretching her, the pleasure building as fiery lashes of sensation shredded reality around her.

  She screamed, just as he wanted her to, because the fine line between pleasure and pain was so exquisite.

  “Kiowa. ” Tears came to her eyes as she felt him fill her, sliding so deep and hot inside her pussy that she knew she could never forget the feel of him. It would be with her forever. And that terrified her.

  “God, Manda, I’m sorry. ” He was panting as he worked his erection deeper, his hands clenching in the smooth muscles of her buttocks, spreading them erotically.

  She could feel the little pinch of fire in her anal opening as he did that. The gentle pull of her flesh parting her just enough to make her anus flex in response. There were too many sensations whipping through her mind, too much to process at once as he finally lodged to the hilt inside her convulsing pussy. Her hands dug into his shoulders as she screamed out her pleasure then, white-hot liquid fire rushing through her loins and sending her spinning on a lust-filled voyage. She was stretched to her limits, his cock burning her, throbbing inside her like another heartbeat as his teeth scrapped her lower neck. He was going to bite her again. The little scrape of his teeth against the wound already there didn’t hurt as it should. When his tongue licked over it, she shuddered with a pleasure she couldn’t have expected.

  “You’re so tight. ” His words caused her to flex around his cock, tighten on him in pleasure even as fire struck her nerves from the movement.

  His hips flexed as he drew back, pulling out until only the head remained before surging inside her again. It was so good. It was too good.

  She gasped, fighting for breath as he caressed her with the thick width of his erection, stroking nerves she never knew existed. Her head tossed against the window of the Jeep as he began a hard pounding rhythm inside her then. There were few preliminaries, but she didn’t need any. Her juices were flowing thick and hot around him, aided by the occasional hot pulses of pre-semen from his cock. She didn’t know men did that. Or maybe they didn’t.

  She whimpered as she remembered who and what was fucking her so thoroughly. And he was fucking her thoroughly. Her thighs tightened further as she fought to move with him, the controlled strokes hammering inside her kept her on the edge, held her back from the fall.