She was aware that his cock was only teasingly near where she wanted it, cognizant of the desire to climb up him and wrap her legs tightly around his waist to have that part of him where she wanted it. She realized she couldn't get nearly enough air into her lungs and that she was slipping deeper and deeper into an inebriated haze of longing.
He broke from her lips, sucked in a deep lungful of air and dove for her throat, snaking a hand beneath her t-shirt to cup one breast in his palm and squeeze it. Her skin prickled at the brush of Balin's calloused palms and fingers along her skin in passing. Blood rushed to engorge her nipples, making them tight and so sensitive that the first rough brush of his palm set off a fresh wave of stippling skin that sent a shiver through her.
Gently kneading the breast he'd captured, he sucked a row of open mouthed kisses down the column of her throat until he reached the juncture of her neck and shoulder. The sting of his teeth as he bit down on her flesh dragged a sharp gasp from her. A hard shudder rippled through her. Almost apologetically, he sucked the sting away, soothing it with his tongue before he lifted his head to claim her lips again, sucking at her lips with hungry relish before delving between them with the thrust of his tongue.
The hand that had been kneading her breast retraced its path downward. Danika felt a tug at her waistband and then the ease of pressure as Balin parted the zipper with his hand, cupping her mound for a moment and then delving deeper to stroke the lips of her sex.
Her heart slammed into her ribcage, beating frantically with heady excitement as he parted the lips of her sex and stroked the hot, moist flesh near her center. He made a sound of enjoyment deep in his chest as he felt her readiness for him. Removing his hand after only a few moments of teasing her, Balin shifted his position abruptly, pushing at her jeans as he broke from her lips and bent lower to catch a swollen nipple between his lips, plucking at it through her shirt.
Impatient to have his mouth on her bare skin, Danika tugged the blouse upward and he released her long enough to grab the hem and draw it over her head. The snug knit caught on her arms, binding them like manacles, frustrating her for a handful of seconds. She ceased wrestling to free herself when he covered the turgid tip he'd been teasing through the fabric with the heat and delirium inducing suction of his mouth. A wall of sensation rolled over her, heat, fiery currents of electrical charge that found her center, making the walls of her sex quake with the need of his possession.
She managed to free her arms as Balin moved to her other breast to anoint it with the pleasurable stroke of his tongue, grasping his shoulders for a moment to steady herself, then scrubbing her palms along his broad shoulders and muscled back to relish the luxury of his smooth skin beneath her palms. She panted for breath, feverish with the feel of his mouth on her, delirious, wanting him to continue just as he was. The moment he lifted his mouth and dragged a hot trail of kisses upwards again, though, she sought his mouth eagerly with her own.
Her jeans, clinging haphazardly at her waist, slipped free, puddling around her lower legs. She fought to free her lower legs from entrapment for a moment but forgot it in the next when he curled his hips against hers, pressing his hard flesh almost bruising against her. She arched in counter to his thrusts, quaking inside for more, for the feel of him
there
where she need him most.
Uttering a growl of impatience and frustration, he caught her buttocks and lifted her up to match their bodies better. For a moment, her jeans tethered her and then she managed to kick one foot free, wrapping her legs around him. “Fuck!” he muttered when he discovered her panties still barred his way, stroking one hand along the crotch of her panties and finally shoving his hand through one leg opening to stroke her cleft with fingers that shook.
More than a little frustrated herself, Danika slipped an arm from around his neck to grasp his shaft, trying to thread it through the tight opening. He let out a hiss of pain as the elastic corded his sensitive flesh, grasped the offending panties and snapped the seam at the crotch.
"Con ... uh!” Danika gasped having abruptly remembered the lack of a condom, ending on a grunt as he speared the head of his cock in her opening and heaved upward, half lifting her, partially impaling her.
Uttering a snarl that sounded abruptly far more like rage than lust, he covered her mouth with his before she could recover, bracing her against the door at her back and stabbing at her until her weight and his determination combined to sink him deeply inside of her.
The ripples of pleasure that went through her drove all thoughts of a condom from her mind. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and swung on as he pounded into her like a battering ram, stroking that special spot deep inside her with an unceasing accuracy that sent her shooting toward the pinnacle within moments and then over the top. She released a low groan of ecstasy as the first convulsion of release tore through her, shuddering with the impact. “Balin!"
He uttered a low growl in response, picking up his pace as he felt her quaking with release until he was caught in the throes of his own climax. He leaned weakly against her for several moments when it finally passed, gasping hoarsely for breath. Gathering himself after a few moments, he withdrew from her and set her on her feet, pushing away from her.
"At least you remembered who was
fucking
you at the end,” he said in a low, deadly growl.
Still stupid with the foggy cloud of sated bliss surrounding her, her knees braced to keep herself from wilting to the floor, Danika lifted her head to gape at him blankly. “What?"
"Con?” he growled.
Danika blinked at him, looked down at the come slowly making it's way down her thigh and then lifted her head and glared at him. “Condom! You asshole!” she snarled at him.
His head jerked backwards as if she'd slapped him. Something flickered in his eyes, then his face hardened. “Right!"
Pushing her out of the way, he jerked the door open and strode out.
"No! You're right!” Danika tossed after him, slamming and locking the door. “I'm sure you're
never
wrong!"
She stood glaring at the door for several moments, muttering to herself, struggling with self-righteous anger and a sense of guilt she knew damned well she had no reason to feel. “Right! Asshole. Yes, I screw so many damned men I can't keep them straight in my head. I've got splinters in my ass!” she added more loudly, slamming her fist against the door and then immediately regretting it.
Slinging her hand to shake the pain, she bent down and grabbed her discarded clothes, bundling them in her arms. She hadn't take two steps from the door when she heard the snarling and growling of wolves fighting almost directly outside. Dropping her clothes, she grabbed the door and yanked at it a couple of times before she remembered she'd locked it. “Balin!” she screamed when she finally managed to get the door open.
Balin was no where in sight, but there were five huge wolves not two yards from the porch of her cabin. At her scream, two of them, the white she'd seen before and the huge black wolf broke off their fight abruptly, lifting their heads and staring straight at her for a moment before they resumed their fight.
Slamming the door again, Danika raced frantically around the room several times in search of her bag and finally found it. Digging her tranq pistol out with shaking hands, she checked to make sure it was loaded with darts and raced back to the door. Easing it open a crack, she stuck the barrel of the pistol out, aimed for the middle of the pack since they were whirling and moving too fast for her to get a clear shot at a single wolf, and fired. The white wolf let out a yelp as her dart struck home, whirled to look at her accusingly and then darted toward the woods with the others right behind him.
Shaking all over, Danika closed the door again and leaned weakly against it, wondering it Balin was alright.
He'd been hurt, she recalled abruptly, looking down at herself automatically for blood smears. It made her feel marginally better that she didn't find any blood on her, but it puzzled her, too.
She hadn't imagined it. She'd been pretty panic stricken—until Balin had grabbed her and wiped everything else from her mind, but she distinctly recalled a terrible bite mark on his shoulder and deep lacerations all over him from claws.
He was furious with her, she thought as she rushed into the bathroom for a quick clean up and hurried into her clothes, but he'd just have to get over it! He needed medical attention for those bites and lacerations.
Grabbing her emergency medical kit from her suitcase, she eased the door open and peered outside to make certain the wolves hadn't come back. When she saw no sign of them, she eased the door open and went out, closing it behind her. Her heart nearly failed her when she heard the latch catch, but she raced to the edge of the porch, down the steps and over to the cabin next door, hammering at the door a little frantically.
The moment Jared snatched it open, she ducked beneath his arm and dashed inside. “The wolves were outside. Didn't you hear them?” she gasped shakily, turning to survey the room. “I came to check on Balin."
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Chapter Nine
Con, sprawled on the lower bunk of a two tiered set, had pushed himself upright with one arm and was staring at her with the owlish, unfocused look of someone perilously close to passing out from too much to drink, but he was dirty and covered in deep scratches, bites, drying blood and nothing else. Jared, Dakota, and Xavier, dressed in nothing more than jeans, looked to be in nearly as bad a shape, except that they weren't obviously drunk. “Come to have a look at your handiwork?” Con muttered.
Dakota threw a pillow at him, smacking him the face. He wavered and toppled back on the bunk. “I feel sick as a dog,” he said from the depths of the pillow over his face and then chuckled at something about it he obviously found humorous.
"Shut up, Con!” Dakota snapped irritably.
Con lifted a three fingered salute, waving it to encompass the room at large and finally dropped his arm across his chest, rolling over to put his back to the room.
"What happened?” Danika asked in a hoarse whisper when she finally found her voice. “My god!"
Balin emerged from the bathroom, his dark hair dripping rivulets of water down his chest to collect in the towel he wore around his waist.
Danika swallowed hard at the glitter in his eyes and taut set of his expression. “I brought my emergency medical kit,” she said weakly, holding it up.
"You can put the tranq pistol away,” Balin drawled coolly, folding his arms over his chest and settling one shoulder against the doorframe.
Danika glanced down at her pistol when he spoke and pushed it into the waistband of her jeans. “The wolves were outside. I thought ... I just came to make sure you were alright,” she said a little stiffly.
"Don't waste your sympathy on him,” Jared growled. “He's just fucking fine."
Danika glanced at Jared before she returned her attention to Balin again. He certainly looked better than the others but she thought being freshly bathed had a lot to do with that. Neither the scratches she'd noticed on his chest nor the bite mark on his shoulder above his collar bone looked as deep and ragged as she'd thought they did, but she noticed a deep bite wound on his upper arm that she hadn't before. There were also a lot more scratches than she'd thought.
"The puncture wounds from bites can be really dangerous,” she said after a moment. “You really ought to go to a doctor."
"I'll live,” he growled, his hard gaze meeting hers in a way that made her suspect he wasn't referring to the bites at all.