Bought for Christmas Page 6

  “Sir?” The whispered question made him pull out, and Emilia gasped when he ran the thick tip of his dick up to her clit, back through her slit and all the way up to her nether hole. He repeated that motion time and time again, until Emilia panted and pleaded in little incoherent sounds that meant he had to finish this or spurt his cum all over her back. As tempting as the thought of marking her like that was he wanted, needed, to be inside her. Releasing his hold on her hair he ran his clawed hand along the curve of her spine, leaving a red trail behind, and then swatted her ass several times, and pulled back to survey her. Her arousal coated the inside of her thighs and his. Her engorged clit stood proudly out of its hood, and her dewy pink lips were swollen, her pussy hole clenching in desperate need to be filled.

  “So fucking eager for my cock, aren’t you, kitten? Beg me for it again. Tell me how much you want me in here.” Aligning himself with her hole he thrust in deep, until his balls hit her clit, and Emilia grunted and thrashed her head back and forth. He pulled back out and ran his cock, slick with her juices up to her dark hole, and pushed in slightly.

  “Or do you want me here? Tell me.”

  Emilia pushed back against him, and the tip of his dick breached the tight ring of muscle.

  “Yes, God, yes, anywhere, please…”

  Hunter pushed in more, his intention to go slow, but seeing his slick cock disappear into her ass proved too much for his self-control. With a roar to shake the foundations of the cabin he thrust into the tight depths, past the resistance that woke up every one his nerve endings. Sweat dripping into his eyes, he started an uncoordinated push in and retreat rhythm, that had Emilia scream his name, and made him thrust harder.

  “I’m fucking you, babe, right in your ass, right … fuck.”

  Hunter lost the ability to form sentences when Emilia’s orgasm meant she clenched around his dick, and he shot his seed deep into the clasp of her butt. When his cock at last stopped twitching, he pulled out slowly, and Emilia moaned. Face flushed, eyes closed, with strands of her hair sticking to her sweaty skin, she looked as spent as he felt.

  On shaky legs Hunter made his way round the counter to grab some kitchen towel, and clean himself up.

  Emilia groaned softly when he proceeded to tidy her up, too, and carefully release her from her bonds. Not that she moved. She just lay there, sprawled over the top, and had it not been for her still erratic breaths, Hunter would have thought she’d fallen asleep. He massaged her arms to get her circulation going after she had been in the same position for this long, and at long last Emilia moved.

  Hunter tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled when she struggled to focus on him, gave up, and shut her eyes again.

  “Are you okay there, kitten? Back with me?” he asked and chuckled when she snorted like a piglet. It was the cutest sound that made him want to wrap her up and hold her forever.

  “No, I’m dead. You killed me.”

  Even as she said that, an impish smile lit up her face, and this time when she opened her eyes, they were clear. It was the laughter mixed in with open affection that made his chest feel tight, however, and once again made breathing difficult, never mind talking.

  None of the few subs he’d indulged with over the years had ever affected him like she did. Then again none had been his mate, so this overwhelming need to take care of her shouldn’t really come as a surprise to him. He could almost see his bear rolling his eyes at him, and Hunter smirked.

  “It’s not funny,” Emilia said, shaking him out of his internal argument with his beast. “I’m not at all sure I’ll ever be able to walk again.”

  “Now that would be a shame. I was going to take you sledging, being that it snowed.”

  “Sledging? Really?” Excitement poured off her, and both man and bear shook their head in unison. Right now she looked more the excited kid in ponytails who couldn’t wait for the snow than the woman whom mere moments ago he’d so thoroughly fucked that his legs still shook.

  “But where? We’re in the middle of the forest, and talking of which. Why, when you’re surrounded by trees, do you not have a Christmas tree up? It’s Christmas Eve!”

  Emilia struggled to get up, and he helped her pull her jeans and panties back up, and set her on the counter. The fact that she didn’t bother to cover up her boobs made him grin. She looked utterly edible sitting there, with her long hair falling over her tits, and her nipples playing peekaboo around the silky curtain.

  Despite his earlier, spectacular release his cock signaled his renewed interest, and the little minx rolled her eyes.

  “And don’t think you can get out of answering that question by distracting me with sex. You promised me sledging, not sex.”

  Hunter tapped her nose and smiled.

  “How about sex while sledging? Would that be acceptable?”

  Emilia threw her top at him in answer, and he burst out laughing at her outraged expression.

  “In this cold? You’ve got to be kidding me? I’m human remember, and I don’t fancy freezing my bits off out there.”

  Hunter sobered at that reminder, and she, too, bit her lip and went quiet.

  “I was only pulling your leg, kitten. Go and have a soak in the bath, while I jump in the shower and then get things ready. It’s a bit of a trek, but there is the perfect sledging hill not far from here. I’ll pack us a picnic, and yes, I’ll answer all your questions on the way.”

  Emilia narrowed her eyes, and he suppressed another grin as she looked him up and down. Had she been anyone else she would be experiencing a severe punishment right now. Hunter had never liked bratty subs, but he loved her sass, and the way she kept him off balance. Fuck, who was he kidding? He loved her period, and the longer he spent with her, the harder he fell, age difference, contract, and the whole mating thing be damned.

  If she chose not to continue their relationship after this weekend, it would nigh on kill him. Some of his conflicting emotions must have shown on his face, because she reached up to touch the scarred side of his face and smiled.

  It still astonished him, every time she did that, without flinching. It was almost as though she didn’t see his scars, or rather she saw them as part of him, and didn’t feel the need to treat him any differently because of it.

  “It was an accident,” he said, and she frowned at him.

  “What was?” she asked, and then it seemed to dawn on her what he was talking about, as her gaze dropped to his scarred shoulder. “That must have been some accident. What happened?”

  Hunter shut his eyes and pulled her sweet scent deep into his lungs. It calmed his bear and made the telling of this story easier. Emilia scooted closer and placed both of her hands on his chest in a gesture of silent support that meant the world to him right now.

  “I was young and stupid. My brother and I decided to have a race. We both just got our licenses, and I guess we felt invincible.” He opened his eyes at her soft gasp, and smiled grimly.

  “As you can gather we weren’t. His car veered off the road and wrapped itself around a tree. I pulled him out of there, seconds before it exploded, but he was already gone.”

  “Oh, Hunter, I’m so sorry.” Emilia wrapped her arms around him in a hug, and after a moment’s hesitation he hugged her back.

  “He broke his neck in the impact, and I took the full blast of the explosion. When I woke up in the hospital weeks later, I found out he’d already been buried. I discharged myself that day.”

  Emilia gasped and pulled away from him.

  “Why would you do that? Surely, they could have helped you more?”

  Hunter shook his head and cupped her face. Emilia leaned into the touch and turned her head to kiss his palm.

  “This was a small country hospital. My folks didn’t have the money to get me transferred to one of the shifter hospitals in London, and the doctors were already asking questions as to how I could have survived that impact. There was a reporter snooping around, too, and the last thing my family needed was to be
front page news. Disappearing was the right thing to do.”

  A tear fell on his hand, and Hunter’s gut tightened seeing her cry over him.

  “It’s okay, baby, all this happened a long time ago.”

  Emilia shook her head, and slapped his chest.

  “No, it’s not okay. You should have got the help you needed. No wonder these are so…” She bit her lip and ran her fingers over his scars.

  “It’s okay, I know they aren’t the prettiest part of me.” She seemed set to argue, and he put his index finger over her lips to stop me. “No, listen to me, kitten. I healed as best I could, and not a day has gone by that those scars have not reminded me of what is important in my life. You see I was a right idiot before the accident. It made me grow up. Losing Jasper meant I had to take a long, hard, look at myself, and the way I treated the people around me. Us shifters can have a bit of a superiority complex, compared to—”

  “Us mere humans?” she asked, and Hunter frowned until he saw the twinkle of mischief in her expressive eyes.

  “Well, not the way I would express it, but in a way, yes. The point is it made me work damn hard. I couldn’t bring my brother back, but I could make my parents proud of me and ensure that they were well looked after in their old age.”

  Emilia’s eyes filled with tears again, and the warm fuzzy feelings engulfing him made him grin at her like some sort of lovesick fool. He waited for her to get her emotions back under control before he continued.

  “I made sure they lived their old age out in comfort, so I achieved that at least.”

  “They’ve passed on?” Emilia asked, and he nodded.

  “Eight years ago now.”

  Emilia frowned.

  “I don’t understand. They can’t have been that old. You’re what forty-ish?” She bit her lip, and he smiled.

  “I’m forty-three, kitten. Only seven years younger than your father, and far too old for you, I’m sure.”

  Emilia’s blue eyes flashed in indignation, and she positively glared at him

  “Poppycock. Age is just a number, and besides, I never did like boys. They’re just full of themselves and never deliver, and err, well…” She dropped her gaze and flushed bright scarlet.

  “They don’t huh? Whatever can you mean?”

  Emilia shot him a glance from under her lashes, and he grinned.

  “You know full well what I mean, but we’re not talking about that. We were talking about your parents.”

  Hunter sobered and nodded.

  “They had Jasper and me late in life, even in shifter years, so they were old. Trust me on that, kitten.”

  She didn’t look convinced.

  “What do you mean, shifter years? Is that like dog years or something?”

  Emilia looked so serious that he couldn’t help but tease her a little.

  “Are you comparing me to a dog, Emilia?”

  “No, of course not. It’s just … I’m trying to understand this, that’s all. So you live longer than humans, age slower, what? Is this where you’re telling me you’re really ninety? You’re not, are you?”

  She worried her bottom lip with her teeth, and he had to yank her chain just a little more.

  “Would it make a difference if I was, kitten?”

  The speed with which she shook her head did wonders to ease any niggling worries he had about their age difference, and an invisible weight lifted off his shoulders.

  “No, of course not. Besides you don’t look much older than thirty. I always wondered why you looked so much younger than Papa. I guess that explains it all.”

  Hunter tapped her nose and helped her off the counter.

  “There’s more to it, but you need your bath, and to get ready. We have a hill to sledge down.”

  Her eyes lit up in excitement, and he admired the sway of her ass cheeks in the tight denim. Emilia turned in the doorway, and hands on hips gave him an impish smile.

  “And cut down a Christmas tree. It’s not Christmas without a tree.”

  Chapter Seven

  Emilia wrapped her hands around the travel mug of hot chocolate, inhaled the delicious flavor, and sighed in contentment. Hunter smiled at her and threw another lump of coal onto their impromptu barbecue-cum-fire, and then handed her a roasted marshmallow.

  “Careful it’s hot, kitten.”

  Emilia transferred her mug into one hand and took the confectionary-laden stick off him with a squeal of delight.

  “You’ve thought of everything.” She grinned up at him, and Hunter shrugged his shoulders, and put his arm round her back. Sitting next to him like this, with the fire warming her toes, a blanket wrapped round her legs and Hunter’s warm bulk between her and the cold breeze whipping up around them, Emilia couldn’t think of any place she’d rather be. Or a more romantic setting for that matter.

  When she’d emerged from the bath, she’d been surprised to find a ski suit and warm winter boots left on the bed for her, together with thermal underwear. All had been the perfect size for her, just like the garments she’d found in her wardrobe earlier, and her heart had lurched inside her chest at his forethought.

  There she’d thought to have signed up for a weekend of debauchery, and instead, he did this. Not that the sex hadn’t been stupendous so far, and she was sure there was more to come. Hunter in full Dom mode was an irresistible and at times scary sight, and when he gave her that look all she wanted to do was sink to her knees and do whatever he asked of her. What she treasured far more, however, was the connection they’d established outside of that dynamic. The last couple of hours of sledging had been the most fun she’d had in ages, and Hunter had shown his playful side. From snowball fights, and making snow angels, to him claiming kisses off her when she lost or won the race down the hill, to stuffing snow down her front, and letting her pelt him back in return, the air had been filled with laughter, and Emilia’s sides hurt from laughing so much. To top it all, once she’d grown tired and hungry, he’d started a fire, and supplied her with hot toddy, and a seeming endless supply of food. At least she now knew why he’d had the most enormous waterproof sack strapped to his sledge when they’d set off. She hadn’t wanted to ask what was in there, for fear of his answer.

  Hunter was nothing if not inventive, and she wouldn’t put it past him to tie her to the sledge they both sat on and fuck her.

  Moisture flooded her panties, and her cheeks heated at the thought. Really, what was wrong with her?

  “I would love to know what thoughts are swirling round your head, kitten, that you blush so prettily. And you’re soaking wet for me, aren’t you?”

  Oh God, could he smell that even through all of her layers of clothing?

  Hunter took her mug out of her hand and grasping her chin, lifted her head up. Emilia swallowed nervously when she looked into the golden eyes of his bear, and she licked her lips. Hunter’s gaze dropped to her mouth, and his bear’s growl trembled through her and seemed to settle straight in her clit.

  A wicked grin lit up his rugged features, and her insides clenched in need when his nostrils flared and he inhaled next to her ear. His stubble roughened jaw nudged along her sensitive skin, and she shivered.

  “As much as I’d like to take you up on the invitation your body sends me, kitten, it’s getting colder, and we should get home before it starts to snow again.” He bit down slightly on her ear and then pulled back slowly.

  Emilia knew she was pouting, and Hunter laughed and shook his head, seemingly fully back in control of his bear. More was the pity. Not that she really wanted him to lose control of his bear, did she?

  Hunter got up and threw snow over the fire to douse it, and Emilia squinted into the sun in disbelief.

  “It doesn’t look as though it will snow any time soon.”

  Seeing Hunter lift his nose in the air and sniff the breeze was the oddest thing ever, especially when he turned to her and grinned.

  “It will, trust me. I can smell it in the air. We should get home if we get a mo
ve on. Not that I mind the snow, but there’s a veritable storm brewing, and as you’re so fond of reminding me, you are human, and I don’t want you to freeze.”

  Emilia stuck her tongue out at him, and Hunter’s smile in return made her whole body go limp.

  “I will have to find a better use for that tongue once we get back, minx. Now behave.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Emilia hastened to help him gather up their supplies and when everything was loaded back on his sleigh to Hunter’s satisfaction they started the trek back to the cabin. Sweat ran down Emilia’s back at the effort it took, and Hunter slowed his pace when he noticed her falling behind.

  “Sorry, I just need to catch my breath a minute.” Emilia gasped and rubbed her side where she’d developed a stitch.

  Hunter stomped back to her and helped her over a fallen tree trunk.

  “This wasn’t that difficult before. I think you wore me out.”

  “No, we took the easier path before. This one is more difficult, but it’s quicker. I want to get you in the warmth.”

  He smiled at her, but his gaze swept the horizon and he frowned.

  Emilia looked back and gasped. Storm clouds were coming over fast, and she whistled through her teeth.

  “Jeez, you really can tell the weather. “

  Hunter laughed, and they set off at a more rapid pace.

  “Only the storms, my sweet. Ah, there is the cabin now. Let’s get you inside.”

  Hunter bundled her up the porch, and flung the big sack of supplies inside just as the first flakes started to fall, and then turned back ‘round again.

  “Aren’t you coming in, too?” Emilia asked, and he shook his head.

  “Not just yet. There’s something I need to do first. You go on in and put some more logs on the fire for me. I stocked up the crate earlier so we should have plenty.”