Chapter 913 Chapter 913
He heard her steps in the mud before he realized she was moving toward him. When she was right in front of him, she ran her hand up his chest, leaned closer, and inhaled deeply.
She looked up at him. “It does change your scent.” She touched his neck where her mark was, and any thought of words was gone.
Bending his knees, he grasped her waist and lifted her up. His animal wanted him to bite her, but Foster needed her mouth. He needed to taste her more than he needed to breathe. Her flavor was addictive; he knew this because he’d wanted more since the first kiss. Her mouth was soft. She responded to him without hesitation. Her flavor was addictive; he knew that because he’d wanted more since the first kiss.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he put his hand behind her head to deepen the kiss. His coyote wanted him to bite her. Now. Claim their mate so no other would go near her. Foster agreed, but in order to do that, he’d have to stop kissing her.
Kissing her felt like no other had. It was soul-comforting but so exciting; his blood felt like it was lava in his veins.
They should go back to the van. The mud and cool air weren’t appealing. She moaned into his mouth, and then he tasted blood. Breaking the kiss, he felt the sharp teeth in his mouth.
Ena didn’t pause. She began kissing his neck. When she reached her mark, she ran her tongue over it, and Foster’s knees almost gave out.
Supporting her weight, he turned and leaned her back against the tree for a moment so he could steady himself and then carry her back to the van. He made the mistake of grasping the back of her head and kissing her again. All thought of the location faded. Their tongues stroked along each other, and the fire inside him was burning hotter.
She broke the kiss and leaned her head to the side, pulling her hair away from her neck. She looked at him.
Foster’s animal was right there. His mouth filled with sharp teeth again, and if he paused much longer, he was afraid he’d have a long furry snout to go with them.
She squirmed against him. Her skin burned wherever it touched his.
Bracing his hand on the tree, he lifted her high on his body to position her. If he was going to tear through her flesh with these teeth, he wanted to make sure she felt pleasure as well.
With her hands on his shoulder, she adjusted her position and lowered herself onto him slowly.
Foster sucked in a breath and tried to clamp his teeth together, which was impossible because they weren’t the teeth that fit in his mouth.
When she stopped, he realized she was shaking. Digging through the fog of lust in his head, he understood that she had never been with anyone before. His animal wanted to howl with the realization, but Foster overrode any braggart reactions and leaned down to kiss her. He wanted to distract her and let her body adjust to what they were doing. Even though he thought he might die if he didn’t move right now.
He wanted a warm bath and luxurious bed for her, but instead, he was giving her hard bark against her back and mud on her feet.
She moaned into his mouth and broke the kiss. He didn’t want to stop kissing her but wanted to mark her. He couldn’t do both because he only had one mouth. Pushing away from the tree, he turned so his back was against it and then pulled her closer to him.
She moved her head to the side and again, baring her throat to him. He leaned down and licked along it and felt her muscles clench around him.
His restraint broke. He opened his mouth and scraped his teeth along her soft skin, gripping her hips firmly at the same time. His body and teeth pierced her at the same time. She moaned and clutched his hair, holding his head there so he couldn’t pull away. He wanted to give her a moment to adjust, but she squeezed his hips and lifted herself up just enough to force their bodies to connect again.
Foster growled, released her neck, and gripped her hips to lift her. He felt the bark tear at his skin with each thrust he made. Later, that would hurt, but right now, he didn’t care.
She moaned and then gasped. He watched her face. She was so beautiful. Just looking at her made him dizzy. She opened her eyes, and he saw they were more her animals than her own. It made him want to mark her all over again.
She growled, leaned forward, and bit into his shoulder. His coyote was going absolutely bonkers inside him. She marked him a second time.
The moment he felt her muscles tightening around him, he thrust harder and faster because he needed to hear her gasping through an orgasm.
She released his shoulder and moaned deep in her throat, and he lost control when she convulsed around him. He didn’t know how he was managing to stay standing, but his animal growled, and Foster kept thrusting until it felt like there was an earthquake in every muscle in his body.
She dropped her head on his shoulder. He had to lock his hands beneath her backside so he wouldn’t drop her. When she tensed to move off him, he held her in place. “Minute.” He gasped for air. “Or we’re both going to land in the mud.”
She laughed softly. “Kay.”
He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but she began to shiver, and he knew he had to find the strength to get them back to the van.
The first few feet of them trying to walk had them both slipping and stumbling in the mud. He came close to landing in it when he took her hand and almost dragged her down with him. She was laughing so hard; it made him laugh. By the time they were both on dry enough ground to gain enough traction to walk, they were breathless all over again.
“Are those your jeans?” She pointed.
He sighed. “Yes. I’ll need to get those.” He froze. “Shit. I left the van wide open.” He cringed. “Zain.” He remembered he was talking to him. Had he hung up? Tugging her against his side, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “I may have hung up on Zain.”
“Sorry. The urge just consumed me…”
He grinned. “I’m not sorry or complaining.” He looked at the mud on his feet and legs from her feet. “I think we need a quick stop at a motel or truck stop for a shower.”
“Just a shower?” She bit her lip.
“Probably not. The truck stop is out.”
When they reached the van, he picked up her phone and put it to his ear.
“Foster? Fuck, he’s still not answering. Go get Bear.” There were other voices in the background.
“Zain. Sorry about that.”
“You asshole. I thought you were dead.”
He watched Ena pull the blanket out of the van and wrap it around herself. “Nope. Not dead.”
What happened?”
“Uh – Ena – we…”
Zain sighed. “I don’t need details. Call me when your brain is functioning. I need to discuss some things with both of you.” He hung up.
“He sounds upset.”
Foster shrugged and tossed his phone in the van. He reached over and grabbed the edge of the blanket, and pulled her close enough that he could wrap his arms around her. “He’ll deal with it.” Leaning down, he kissed her tenderly on the mouth and then straightened up and moved her hair to look at his mark. He hoped the way he felt right now lasted forever because he’d never felt so complete as he did in this moment.
“We should go find that motel.”
He looked down and remembered he was naked and sighed. “I need to go grab my jeans.”
She laughed. “I’ll find something to wipe off our feet while you do that.”
He nodded and walked back into the muddy area.
Ena whistled at him.
He grinned and kept going. Being mated was going to be so worth it.