She rolled her hips, grinding her still-throbbing pussy against his thick erection, and felt a rush of primal power as he groaned and grasped her hips in his big hands, thrusting up to meet her. His length slid easily between her slick folds, and she bit her lip, groaning at the bolt of sensation the contact sent through her.
Miles echoed her with a low moan that ended on a growl as he rocked his pelvis against her, and when she rose on her knees he eagerly fitted the head of his cock to her slick entrance.
Dakota worked her way down over him, inch by intoxicating inch, Miles’s impressive girth stretching her deliciously. As she began to move, he squeezed and stroked her hips, guiding her movements. Each time she drew back, she allowed the tip of his cock to oh-so-nearly slip from the heat of her body before grinding back down on him, pressing their bodies intimately together and moving her hips in a sinuous figure-eight that made Miles gasp and curse.
Even though she wanted to take it slowly, the feeling of his cock inside her and the firm muscles of his chest beneath her palms stole her self-control. She started to move faster, rising and falling over him, his twitching length driving inside her harder as he thrust to meet each roll of her hips.
She realized she was crying out in time with the movements of her body, mewling each time he pushed fully inside her, then panting and shuddering as he withdrew. He twisted his head against the pillow, giving a feral groan that told her he was about to come, and she tumbled over the edge with him.
Miles gripped her hips with bruising pressure as he thrust up into her once, twice, then shouted hoarsely as orgasm ripped through him. The wildness in his voice was too much, and her cunt clutched fiercely around him as she collapsed against his chest, moaning and writhing through the soul-deep spasms of their shared climax.
Chapter Nineteen
A few days later, Dakota had Miles drive her to Anthea’s cave. She was carrying a basket of freshly baked muffins.
When they arrived, she got out and walked over to Anthea and Bryant, who were sitting on a small glacial boulder and chewing on honeycombs. Several bear cubs were nearby, racing up and down towering pine trees with a speed that made Dakota dizzy. She’d always admired the climbing ability of bears. A little further off, she saw their parents in human form, picking berries and putting them in baskets to make jam. One of the Stoney Creek Clan’s main businesses was selling honey from their hives, and home-made jam.
Miles sat in the truck, favoring Dakota with a lazy grin. Things were finally turning around for them. The shifters in the eastern territory hadn’t dared show their faces in town, and there hadn’t been a death challenge in almost a week now.
The cubs had been delighted to move in with Naomi and Baldwin, because Naomi loved to cook and read them stories, and Baldwin was teaching them all how to carve wood and shoot bows and arrows. They even put up with Dakota coming over every day to do their schoolwork with them, and Miles had agreed to open the school back up next week if there were no new attacks.
Dakota was staying with Miles, but they’d agreed to take it day by day. The only fly in the ointment was the need to tell Miles the truth about her identity, but for now Dakota felt like she was living in paradise, and she didn’t want to spoil it.
Bryant elbowed Anthea in the ribs. “Your weird friend is back. Why is she back?”
“Greetings,” Dakota said. “And thank you. And by the way, it took me a few days to figure it out, but I know what you guys did. I am totally on to you.”
Anthea and Bryant glanced at each other. “You never told me the she-wolf was crazy,” Bryant said.
“You guys set up the whole running away thing with Sarah, to force me and Miles to get back together. Sarah was never even alone. Anthea was with her the whole time.”
“Sarah told you that, did she?” Anthea said, and spat out a mouthful of wax.
“Of course not,” Dakota scoffed. “Sarah’s not the type to confess her misdeeds. It’s just obvious. Bryant refusing to help me search and then throwing us all out so I’d have to go to Miles for help? Anthea conveniently being gone at the same time that Sarah ran off?”
“Maybe I just refused to help you search because I’m an asshole,” Bryant suggested. “Ask around. You’ll find out that’s the general consensus.”
“He is,” Anthea assured her. “Huge asshole. None huger. Known him all my life.”
“And furthermore,” Dakota continued, ignoring their objections, “Sarah would never run away and leave her younger brother and sisters. Also, they were all way too calm about the whole thing. If she’d really abandoned them like that, they would have been freaking out. They were in on it too. So thank you.”
She thrust the basket of muffins at them.
“Here’s some assorted fresh-baked muffins as a thank you.”
Anthea and Bryant glanced at the basket. They glanced at her. They looked at the basket again.
“Oh, for God’s sake, Naomi baked them!” Dakota said in exasperation.
“Well, why didn’t you say so?” Anthea cried, grabbing at the basket at the same time that Bryant said “Cool! Muffins!” and shoved his hand into the basket, grabbing two of them.
“Yeah, yeah, Naomi’s the domestic goddess,” Dakota said, rolling her eyes.
She looked over at the truck, where Miles had been hanging out the window, and saw that he was laughing his ass off, the bastard.
“Are you laughing at me?” she yelled. He didn’t bother to answer, just threw back his head and howled.
“Naomi is thinking of opening a bakery in town, you’ll be happy to hear,” she added. “And no, I won’t be helping her cook.”
