Savage Shifters Box Set, page 77
His stomach clenched when her hand lay down on it, turning him around. He watched in shock as Kitty straddled him, careful not to touch his metal leg. She leaned forward, her hair forming a cloud of pink around them as her lips moved a few inches from his.
“Do you want to be with a capable woman, then?”
“What?” he rasped.
She kissed his cheek softly. Breathed in his ear. “I’m a capable woman. I want this. You want this. Just let me know when it hurts, and we’ll stop immediately. I won’t be mad.”
It was temptation at its finest as her scent seeped in his skin, as her mouth started moving. He tilted his head to the side, watching, waiting for her to back out.
“If we do this, I won’t be able to control myself. I might disappoint you,” he warned.
But Kitty stopped him with a look. “Then I’ll do my best so we won’t be disappointed.”
She leaned down to kiss him.
And Rigby found himself kissing her back.
Chapter 113
The kiss was wary at first—more from him than from her, and at first, she thought he actually didn’t want this anymore. But the wariness still contained a pent-up desire that she could practically feel brimming, and it made her finally understand what the wariness was all about.
He was wary she would really back out of this.
Something softened and tugged inside her that women were disappointed in this man. It was selfish, and she wanted to stalk over to them and give them a piece of her mind. But perhaps it was okay that they were selfish because it allowed her to be selfish, too—selfish in this need for him, selfish in wanting to be the one to please him this time. So she focused on the now and erased everything else from her mind, moving her lips over and over until she felt his mouth open up for her.
The wariness faded off slowly, and the kiss turned deeper as it reverted. He took control, kissing her with a hunger that took her breath away as it reminded her of the club kiss, except it was more intense. His tongue slid in and sought hers out, and she eagerly tangled hers with it and reveled in the feeling.
Slowly, tentatively, she pressed her upper body against his and felt him still. Then he groaned and pushed her back, but only so his hand could slide under her shirt and feel her skin. He palmed her breast and had her breathing harder. Because she wasn’t wearing a bra, his thumb went for her nipple right away, rubbing in circles and softly pinching until the electricity spread and had her writhing.
Her hands spread across his chest, touching the hard skin and the scales that he hadn’t bothered to remove. They were still as smooth as the rest of him, and his coldness seeped inside her again and made her pleasantly warm. He tried to sit up, and she helped him do so, making sure his metal leg was safely positioned to the side.
The kissing turned harder as their hands moved freely now, and she gasped when he removed her shirt completely. Blue eyes focused on her nipples, making them pucker harder, and his thumb reached up again to thumb it. Then he was leaning his head forward and capturing one pebbled peak in between his lips, where he sucked and licked with fervor.
Her world turned, and the pleasure spiked. She moaned that it was unfair and she should be pleasuring him, but she only got a deep chuckle from him, one that vibrated inside her. Her core throbbed at the sound, and she wanted him to feel exactly how good she was feeling.
When the pleasure was too much, she pushed him back to a lying position and met his gaze. Then she watched his eyes darken when she slid down, pressing kisses from his chest to his stomach, which contracted.
Lower.
She unzipped his trousers and slid a hand in, eyes widening when she felt him—hard, so hard, and so huge, pulsing against her fingers. She took him out and broke their gazes as she studied him—the veins around his hard cock, the mushroom-shaped tip leaking pre-cum. She thumbed that pre-cum and felt his breath hitch, and she stroked him repeatedly and watched him groan softly.
Encouraged, Kitty leaned down and wrapped her lips around his tip, licking. Then she slid her mouth lower, taking more of him in until she could feel the tip near her throat.
Unused to his length but determined to make this good, Kitty slid back up, then back down, a gentle stroke using her lips and tongue. Deep, sexy groans slid from his throat and settled deep in her belly, then her head, making her heady with the power she now had over him. He writhed and shifted, writhed and murmured her name, and the way he slowly lost control of his senses had her drunk with the pleasure. She felt him tug at her hair, heard him plead to stop, and she did, crawling back up to ask what else he wanted. But she gasped when he pulled her head down and kissed her instead, the hunger so stark that her body tingled like mad. A hand slid down her shorts, and a finger slid inside her wetness.
Shocked pleasure filled her when he started moving that finger. She moved her hips along with it, watching him watch her. Then she could no longer watch him as the pleasure took over, her muscles clamping around that skilled finger as it only took the pleasure higher and higher.
Wanting more, Kitty let his finger slide out and positioned her core on his tip. She leaned down and kissed him, asking if he was in pain.
“I’m aching,” he whispered, then groaned when she gyrated her hips lightly against him. He gritted his teeth and sent her a smoldering look, one that had her breathing harshly. His hands tightened on her hips, and it was those hands that slowly guided her down.
The feeling of his cock sinking inside her bit by bit was an anticipation that sent her mind reeling before it blanked. Then he was inside her to the hilt, and she felt so full and still wanting more. She leaned down to share open-mouthed kisses with him, savoring this position for a while.
Then she slowly moved her hips—a rotational movement at first, a kind of grinding, before she slid her body up until he was only halfway in. She then slid back down and watched him grit his teeth as the pleasure bloomed in his blue eyes. It made her drunk again, made her want him to feel no more pain and only this.
Slow turned fast as they reveled in each other. When she slid down one time as he was squeezing a breast, she heard his sharp intake of breath again and realized it wasn’t from the pleasure. Worriedly, she paused, leaning down.
“You’re hurt. What do I need to do?” she asked softly. “Tell me, Rigby.”
Pleasure bloomed back. In response, he urged her to lie down and had her back face him, and she lost her breath when he slid back inside her…from behind. The angle was different now, and with his metal leg on top, it wouldn’t hurt anymore.
Rigby slowly thrust in, an experimental move. She moaned at the wonderful feeling, then moaned some more when he continued thrusting in slow, steady strokes. Then his pace increased, telling her it no longer hurt for him, and she moved back and pressed her butt against his every thrust, a move that only had him sliding deeper inside her.
“How does it feel?” she asked in between strokes.
“So good,” he rasped. “So tight. You’re so tight and wet, Kitty. It feels so good.”
His words electrified her, and she almost exploded with it. His thrusts turned to pounding, and their bodies bounced. Her soft moans turned into loud, restrained ones, then into a whispered scream when he hit her pleasure point over and over. Then one of his hands slid in and flicked her clit, and this time, she exploded for real.
Her orgasm sent her flying, turning blind to everything but the molten heat that spread inside her. She felt their bodies still moving, felt him pistoning so fast inside her and repeated groans sliding out of his throat. Then he went rigid, and she knew what was coming next.
A few more pumps and he was exploding for her, too.
*****
Waking up to Rigby’s morning wood this time didn’t feel awkward, and Kitty took advantage and stroked him until he woke up from slumber. She rode him again and kept riding him this time, rejoicing when he didn’t feel any pain at all. In fact, everything about morning sex was pure pleasure as she rode him hard and fast, as he pumped his hips up and everything turned hot, sweaty, and dirty. She wanted more, but she could tell his mind was already preoccupied after, and they took turns to freshen up again before finally leaving the tent to go back to the outside world.
The crowd was relatively lesser than in the middle of the night, and they took advantage of that to roam around and observe the gypsies without intruding. Some got water from a nearby river source to pour in a couple of huge jugs, while others gathered wood from the forest—thankfully, it wasn’t the forest their bird was currently nestled in. Rigby volunteered to help with the wood, while Kitty helped the women with the water and went for some chit-chat. It was a bit difficult to chat as they were mostly covered with clothes to keep their skin away from the sun, but she tried.
They were wary of her at first, but her determined, cheerful chattiness finally got to them and loosened them—a strategy, really, because people with motives were usually less talkative. She gushed about how belonging in a group felt like you were with family, told them about how she met Rigby by an accidental sharing of living space before their attraction took over them: a bold truth. She then steered the topic to paintings, confessing to the women that she only wanted to go to the marketplace so she could browse what was pretty and buy them.
“I really love sea paintings, too. Is there any chance you might know where I can find some there? Have you been there? I really want to buy originals, too.”
“I think I may have seen a sea painting somewhere here before,” one of the women, Yarexi, said in between pouring water on jugs. “We have some new gypsies joining us, and a young fellow named Jison gave it as a gift to Asla for letting him join.”
“Oh? So Asla has the painting now?”
“He had it, but he lost it.”
“Lost it?”
“Yes. A few days ago, we got raided by some mountain goblins, and they took some of our best treasures. Goblins love treasure, you see. The painting could have been of value to them. It’s the reason why the group didn’t want you around last night. We thought you might have been thieves.”
Well. That certainly answered the question. After finding out that a few of their men got hurt as the goblins took them by surprise, Kitty affected concern and asked about the mountain creatures, since it was the most natural topic to get into. Yarexi told her that some goblins were civil, but their vicious greed for shiny and expensive things often clouded their mind and had them turning violent if the favor was in their hand. Kitty took note of the description they provided, made agreeing noises that it really was a terrible experience, and inwardly shuddered at the thought of having to confront them.
Which they had to do, of course, to get the painting.
Mind filled with the news, it took Kitty a while to notice that Rigby was already beside her and tugging her up. A commotion was happening as gypsies were getting out of their tents, and she saw the flash of blood as someone was hurriedly carried somewhere. Before she could ask, Rigby was pulling her back to their tent, and she followed quietly when she felt the urgency in her bones.
Inside, he didn’t mince words. “We found Asla injured in the forest, and his injuries were claw marks. He’s incapacitated but will heal, and Mino will be taking over as leader in the meantime.”
The news had her eyes widening in horror. “Did Mino do it?”
“We don’t know,” Rigby replied. “But Asla asked me to pack up and leave.”
That was confirmation enough, and Asla didn’t strike Kitty as a man who would orchestrate his own wounds just for some grand scheme.
But Mino was exactly that type of man.
They packed up, and Kitty used the time to tell him exactly what she found out about the painting. There was no time now to look for Jison or to verify the truth with Asla himself, and they needed to go with instinct—that Yarexi was telling the truth, and that they were in danger here. They escaped through the back, using the commotion as a cover-up as they donned their cloaks and got away from the campsite, running straight for the fields until they got to the forest where they kept the bird.
There, they were met with another kind of shock when they found the forest empty, save for a few drops of blood on the ground.
The bird was gone.
Chapter 114
They were still trying to figure out exactly what happened to the bird when Rigby felt it—felt something that had his hair standing on end and alarm signaling in his head that danger was coming. It was a pretty loud alarm, one that couldn’t be ignored, and instinct told him that there was no time to wait and dilly-dally. So he pulled at Kitty until she followed him and said in short words that they needed to go, and relief came that she followed without hesitation, not saying a word. There was a tenseness to her body that told him she understood what was going on, even while her expression was slack with shock.
The bird could have flown off and gotten tired of waiting for them for too long, but instinct told him that wasn’t the truth at all, considering said bird had waited when they slept beside it yesterday. The blood on the ground couldn’t be denied, and now, it was only a matter of finding out if the culprit was Mino and whatever goons he brought with him, or if they had a new enemy at their heels.
Rigby wasn’t going to stick around just to find out.
They walked as fast as their feet could carry them, then switched to running as they got deeper in the forest. Rigby couldn’t hear anything other than the sound of the crickets, but the sense of foreboding remained. It was the same feeling he got in their battle with their enemies in Merland, right before those enemy creatures infiltrated the kingdom’s protective dome and murdered everyone in their path.
Definitely not a scenario he wanted to repeat.
It wasn’t until they were halfway out of the forest that he felt it—the sudden stilling of everything around him, indicating that something very bad was about to happen next. Rigby hurriedly took out a stick from his bag, pushing a button until it unfolded and turned into the weapon he used the most in Merland: a spear.
Then he threw that spear just as a flash came from his right and tried to tackle him down.
It hit flesh, and he heard the shocked grunt before the creature fell down with a thud. Rigby glanced at the empty staring eyes, the silk clothes, and the fangs before he pulled the spear out and faced the next flash of movement that came.
A gasp slid out from beside him as he and Kitty went back to back, and he saw her slide a dagger out of her clothes. Her hand trembled before steadying.
“Go for the ankles and knees if you can,” he said.
Then he swerved and put down the next few attacks.
It lasted for a while, with Rigby killing all of them and using his body to shield Kitty at the same time. She used that shield to attack, too, surprisingly quick on her reflexes as she dodged some nail swipes. But one sharp nail got in her stomach, and the blood he saw there had fury rising in him, especially when her knees wobbled.
Like shark scenting prey, the rest of the vampire gypsies stepped forward and circled them. Rigby quietly counted six, all young male.
Mino was among them.
There was no missing the same gleam of hatred in the vampire’s eyes, and Rigby tilted his head as he tried to distract them from Kitty.
“You would really kill your uncle just for a chance at killing me?” Rigby murmured.
Mino’s dark eyes flashed. “I didn’t kill my uncle. He’s just injured. And we don’t want you, though I’d be happy to slice you up. We’re here for her. Do you know how difficult it is to have a diet of animal blood? It’s a stupid policy our group has, and I’m about to change it. We don’t need that kind of stupidity around here, and the young vampires with me agree.”
Obviously, they did, as their eyes turned red and hungrily looked in Kitty’s direction again. Mino smiled, baring fangs.
“Just let us have her. We might even give you some of her blood before we kill you,” the young vampire murmured silkily. “Unless you want the flesh? We can negotiate that, too.”
Calmly, Rigby removed his cloak and deliberately slumped his shoulders. He sighed. “You know what? That actually sounds tempting.”
Beside him, Kitty stilled. On the outside, it appeared that his words shocked her, but the way she subtly sidled closer told him she was waiting for his next move.
“Ah, so you are a flesh eater. I was right.” Mino looked smug now, and something went on in his eyes that told Rigby he had something sadistic planned. “Would you like to eat her alive?”
The anticipation in his tone had Rigby’s stomach turning, but he nodded his head. “That sounds—”
He moved and speared the vampire on the right, who didn’t see it coming. With a growl, Rigby used his strength to pull the speared vampire to the left, knocking into one vampire after another until they were all gathered around Mino. Mino’s eyes widened and flashed in burning anger.
With a flick of the wrist, Rigby pulled the spear and covered them with his cloak, twisting it around and rolling them. He zipped it up until they were locked inside before stepping back.
Beside him, Kitty’s knees wobbled again, and he held her and steadied her against him. “It won’t hold for long, but it will hold for a while. We need to go. Can you walk?”
Kitty nodded, taking out a cloth and wrapping it around her injured stomach. He frowned and reached out, but she stubbornly shook her head and said she was fine and they needed to go. Then she pulled her bag up higher and led the way, knees shaking one step after another before they strengthened. He followed, watching her movements as they switched from walking to running until they were finally out of the forest.
They didn’t breathe easy even then, especially since anyone could spot them in the field. They kept walking, Rigby’s eyes moving everywhere to make sure they wouldn’t be caught by surprise. They entered another forest and tried to clear their tracks but didn’t stay long as Kitty’s blood could still be smelled. They left the forest, kept walking until they found a river source below a hilly area that looked especially deep.
