Page 11 of Pack Kasen, Part 3 (Caught #3)

KAT

W e run for hours.

Aren is a close presence by my side, and our fur occasionally brushes.

I thought this was what I needed. A run. Maybe even hunt a rabbit or two. But this isn’t nearly as satisfying as I thought it would be.

When I’m panting, struggling to keep up this insane pace through the forest, he overtakes me.

I hadn’t realized how much he was holding back. His speed when it comes blindsides me. His strength carries me to the ground, and he keeps me there when I snarl at him to move.

He holds my gaze, not moving.

When he finally lets me up, I shift back and snarl at him. “I can’t believe you?—”

His shift is lightning quick, and he follows it up with a bruising kiss.

With his lips against mine, his large, warm hands cradling my face, he holds me against him and kisses me until I shove him away.

“What was that?” I lick my lips, tasting his kiss and wanting more of it.

“I was wrong.” He takes a step toward me.

I take a step back. “About?”

“What you need.”

“I don’t need anything.” Distracted, my foot snags on a root, and I yelp as I topple. Aren slides his arm around me, but he lets me fall, his arm taking the brunt of the collision.

And he’s there, pinning me to the ground. I take one look into his eyes and I panic.

“Aren. Move .”

His eyes flick to my mouth. “You want more than to hunt something. You want me.”

“That isn’t true,” I deny.

“You think I can’t tell when my mate wants me?”

I shake my head.

He bridges the distance between our mouths and says against my lips, “I can smell you, Kitty cat. I don’t need to put my nose between your thighs to know you’re ready for me.”

I stare up at him, wanting to deny it. I can open my mouth and lie, but my body is telling him everything he needs to know.

Shifter noses are sharp. Too sharp to hide certain things. Things like arousal.

“Is it really so bad to want me?” His voice is as soft as his touch when he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

My breasts are mashed against his chest, and I feel him against my lower belly. He’s getting harder with each passing second, and I want nothing more than to part my thighs and have him sink into me.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He touches his lips to my jaw, and I swallow my moan, then another as he follows it up with a soft kiss on my throat.

“You are my heart, Kitty cat,” he whispers against my neck. “Let me make things right.”

I’m breathing hard, but I still feel like I’m not dragging enough air into my lungs. My hands are gripping his hips, and I’m not sure when it happened. I just know I’m finding it close to impossible to take my hands off him.

He lifts his head and peers down at me. The moonlight spills over us, turning his blond hair platinum and his amber eyes golden.

“Okay, Kat.” He moves off me.

I grab his wrist and yank him back.

I have no idea why I do it. I just can’t let him go.

He freezes, eyes darting to me.

“Kat?”

I stare up at him and I say nothing.

For the longest time, neither of us moves.

“Why didn’t you suggest biting me?” I whisper.

“I’ve caged you before,” he says softly. “I won’t do it again.”

“Cristofer wouldn’t want me if you bit me.”

“I’ll keep you safe. Take the time you need. I’ll wait.” His eyes are so serious, I know he means it.

“Okay.”

He nods. “You want me to get up now?”

I don’t say a word.

His breathing changes, and he swallows hard. “Kat? You’re not telling me to get off you.”

I say nothing.

“Tell me to get up and I won’t kiss you.” His eyes are on my mouth, and if he kisses me, I won’t want to stop.

When I do nothing but stare up at him, his head slowly descends.

“Aren…” I whisper.

“You’re my mate. Whatever you want is yours, Kitty cat. Let me give it to you.”

His mouth hovers over mine.

I lick my lips, remembering how he tastes, and his eyes flare with heat. “Or?”

“Take it,” he says. “If you don’t want me to give it to you, then take it. Everything I have is yours.”

And suddenly I know why I came downstairs.

What chased me out of the room wasn’t an inability to sleep or even bad dreams. It was partly those things, but it was a need to be with the man sitting beside the creek, skimming stones across the surface.

His next kiss is so fleeting, I’m leaning into it before I’m conscious of it.

He peers down at me, amber eyes surprisingly serious.

“I don’t love you,” I whisper.

“I know,” he says quietly. “I’ve not done anything worthy of your love. But I will.”

My eyes flick to his mouth. “This doesn’t mean I have feelings for you.”

It has to be one of the biggest lies I’ve ever told, and I fully expect him to laugh in my face.

He doesn’t.

“Okay,” he says, surprisingly serious.

His eyes are watchful. Serious. Intense.

I place my hands flat on his chest.

He holds my gaze, his expression neutral.

Waiting.

Watching.

I shove him. Hard .

The second he’s on his back, I’m on him. My mouth is on his, my legs straddle his hips, needing this like I need to breathe.

His hands stroke over my back, massaging my ass, cupping my breasts. He groans as our tongues duel. It would be the easiest thing for him to grasp my hips, lift me, and nudge me onto him. He stays flat on his back and lets me set the pace.

And that can’t be easy for a guy like Aren.

Even in my dreams he was the one dominating me.

I reach back, grip the base of Aren’s cock, and swallow his groan as I hold him steady and sink onto him.

I break the kiss, struggling to breathe, fighting to go slow.

Nothing has ever felt like this.

Not the intense dream I had of him that short-circuited my brain.

Nothing .

“Kat.” His hands are in my hair, face taut.

When I move, his hands are desperate, holding me, as if I’ll slip away if he doesn’t keep a firm hold of me. But I’m not going anywhere.

Tossing my head back, my hair brushes my spine as I slowly ride him.

This . This is what I needed.

Deep, hungry growls erupt from his chest, and I gasp, grabbing his wrists as he cups my breasts and plucks my nipples. It feels so good. His cock throbbing inside me. His firm touch as he caresses my breasts. All of it feels amazing.

“Take it all, baby,” he groans, voice gruff.

He’s fighting for breath, and my stomach muscles are contracting as I struggle to accept his thick girth.

“ Kat …” he groans, the muscles in his legs bunching in his effort to stay still. And I wish he wouldn’t. I wish he would stop holding back and pound into me like I know he wants to.

I ride him, losing myself in the feel of his cock stretching me. My pussy ripples around him, and he groans in response. Moaning, I wiggle and grind when it feels even better.

And when the pleasure hits, exploding like firecrackers in my mind, he rolls us.

His cock hammers deep into me until I fall again, and he grunts, pressing his face to my throat and his fingers tightening on my hips as he jerks and fills me with heat.

For the longest time, neither of us moves.

We’re pressed up against each other. He’s still inside me, and we’re breathing fast when his fingers touch my jaw. “You want to stop?”

His voice is husky, and he just came, but already, I feel him getting hard.

Once should have been enough.

I thought we’d fuck this need out of my system, and I’d get up, go back to the house, and that would be it.

I was wrong.

He’s inside me. Not just his body. Him.

My need for him is growing, and it’s burning me alive.

“Kat?” His cock swells, and I whimper at how good it feels when he stretches me. Too good to let this be over so soon.

I move a quarter of an inch closer, and he turns us on our sides and rests his hand flat on my lower back, swallowing hard.

“Need to hear you say it, sweetheart,” he breathes against my lips, his body trembling against mine. “Say it, and this will last all night.”

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, looping my arms around his shoulders. “Please don’t stop.”

Before, he let me set the pace, and I took what I needed from him.

Now it’s his turn.

My pussy ripples around him, fighting to hold him inside me.

He lifts my hips at the perfect angle for each hard thrust into my body, his mouth hungry as he laps and sucks my nipples.

It’s everything I wanted, all the things I never knew I needed.

He gives it all to me.

I forget a world exists, screaming out his name when he pulls himself out, rolls me onto my front, and slams himself home again.

I’m up on my hands and knees with no memory of having moved, head down, fingers digging into the soft earth.

He rides me hard and fast, pounding every inch of his cock inside me, groaning my name as we rock and buck together on the soft earth, deep in the forest of his home.

It doesn’t end, and I never want it to.