“You haven’t seen anything yet,”she answered as she scanned the shadows for our mate.
She took a steady step forward and then another. We sensed him a split second before he pounced. Her head shot back just in time to see Hudson falling toward us. The damn cat had hidden high in the trees.
He knocked her over but spun during the fall so she landed on top of him, like a cushion—if that cushion was made of hard hot muscle. He rolled over and pinned her hands above her head. Green rolled over his gaze as Indigo struggled beneath him. Our hearts were thumping rapidly with the thrill of the chase and the inevitable explosion.
He leaned down and fused our lips together in a hot, passionate kiss that sent pulses of need to every part of her body. Indigo tried to buck him off, still fighting. Hudson pushed her thighs apart with his knees and used his weight to keep her pinned in place.
Indigo snarled and arched her back. What on earth was she doing? We’d been caught, stop the fighting already.“You’ll see,”she said as she relaxed underneath him. Keeping our hands pinned to the ground by one of his, he used his free one to grip the neckline of my dress and with a growl, tore it down the middle, revealing my flesh to the cool air and his heated gaze. I was five percent annoyed, and ninety-five percent turned on. I loved this dress, but damn, that was hot. I’d never understood the appeal until this moment.
“You are stunning,” he rasped.
He sucked and nibbled down my throat before lathing his hot tongue over the lace of my bra and drawing my nipple into his mouth. Even with Indigo in charge, I could feel everything and was quickly getting lost in the sensations he was delivering.
I felt her intention before she moved. Jerking up against an unsuspecting Hudson, she flipped us, straddling his thighs and shamelessly grinding down on his erection. His gaze lit from within as his animal pressed against him, fighting to be let out. One of his hands gripped my hips and the other tangled in my hair. My heart was pumping, my skin tingling, and my head spinning as he rewrote what passion meant. Nobody would ever compare.
“Nobody ever needs to compare,”Indigo reminded me.“He’s ours.”
There was still a niggling doubt, something that was entirely to do with me and not him. It was the evil little voice that whispered I wasn’t enough for him. Indigo jerked back from Hudson and stood. He blinked up at us in disbelief, and if he could see my mental face, it would have mirrored his. What was she doing?
She gave Hudson a sultry look, I know because I felt her amusement, and then turned on her heel and sprinted away. “What are you doing?”I yelled. “Turn back, he’s on the floor panting for us!”
“Wait for it,”she said while chuckling. Oh no, she was laughing, this was some harebrained plan conceived in the mind of a being born of death and destruction.
The air whooshed out of my lungs and Hudson took us to the ground once more, the roar he released scattering lesser prey. Our knees hit the ground and he gripped the rest of my dress and tore it from my body. My underwear followed and he pushed my head to the floor with one hand while lifting my hips back with another. Then his tongue was against my core as I struggled with the onslaught of sensation whipping through my body and the deep ache he’d created. I twisted my head as he pulled his mouth away, a ripple of shock running through me as his eyes narrowed to vertical slits.
“Don’t move,” he growled. He unzipped his jeans and then surged inside of me, my breath catching in my throat at the sudden fullness. He moved inside me, chasing away the ache and replacing it with consuming pleasure.
Indigo was retreating, but not before she tugged away from him one last time. He snarled and pulled me up against his body, his hand dropping to where we were joined and he rubbed in fast circles on the bundle of nerves, creating a dizzying spiral of need. His teeth sunk into my left shoulder, and I convulsed around his shaft, screaming into the night at the crescendo of pleasure blazing through me. A smug Indigo disappeared into my mind, leaving me with a provoked and possessive Hudson.
Hudson’s rhythm became jerky. “Cora,” he whispered like a curse and a prayer. He thrust one last time and held me against him as he spilled himself inside me.
Our heaving chests fell in rhythm, slowing with each passing minute. His tongue suddenly snaked out and licked a hot path over my shoulder. I hissed and turned to inspect the bite. It wasn’t too bad, two puncture marks where his fangs must have descended, and a small trickle of blood that he seemed intent on licking.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered. He didn’t sound that sorry. “She provoked me.”
“I’m aware,” I muttered. “Don’t worry about it.”
He withdrew from my body, zipped his jeans back up and then swept me up in his arms. How did I end up naked and he was still fully clothed?
He strode toward the house and whipped open the door. Everyone was in the parlor and reception area looking everywhere but at us. Except Dave, he was leaning against the desk with his arms folded and his right eyebrow cocked.
“Avert your eyes from my naked mate,” Hudson snapped.
Dave unfolded his arms and lifted them in the air before sweeping his gaze to the side. I didn’t miss the twitch of his lips as we ascended the stairs past a few guests. Their noses twitched. Ugh.
“Pay up,” I heard Sebastian say.
“They weren’t on the lawn having wild monkey sex,” Rebecca sing-songed. My cheeks flushed.
“Really?” Sebastian answered. “Because I’m quite certain that scream was born of pleasure.”
I needed to move out, perhaps out of the state. Nobody but Hudson should know what I sound like when I orgasm.
“Agreed, but they were in the wooded area. Next time, be more specific in your bet boundaries.”
Hudson’s lips twitched. “It’s not funny,” I grumbled. “They call it bedroom activities because that is where you are meant to stay—in the bedroom.”
Hudson shook his head and chuckled as he kicked open the door to our room. “Oh, Cora, I’m going to enjoy corrupting your sweet innocent mind.”
