Reese (Pack of Misfits #2) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,45

chomping on them like they’re her favorite chips.

Reese’s wicked tongue traces against my neck, and I shudder, my hands kneading her ass. She grinds into me again, and I can’t help it—I help press her against me even more. I groan.

“Busy morning, huh?” Freya quips.

I open my mouth to answer her, but all I can manage is a grunt.

With Reese’s intoxicating scent wrapping around me, I feel my pupils dilating and my senses come alive. My animal is trying to push forward, to answer the call and claim the pretty female whose cunt is dripping all over my jeans.

Freya’s nose wrinkles. “Boy, you’re going into a rut.”

She’s right. My cock starts dripping precum in my pants, growing harder and thicker, and my balls swell. Panting, I jerk my hips up into Reese, and she gives a breathy moan.

And damn, that moan.

It’s like a shot of electricity that races through my entire body. Everything else falls away. There is no car or Freya or other shifters. There’s just me and Reese. If I had the willpower to move her aside so I could get my cock out, I’d pull her on top of my length right here and now.

Instead, I grab her face, because I need to taste her right now. Slamming my mouth on hers, I shove past her lips and push past her gasp. Licking, sucking, thrusting my tongue inside of her, I match the tempo of her grinding pussy where she’s making a mess of my jeans, I devour her, and she eagerly devours me right back.

Meeting me move for move, our bodies meld together while our tongues thrash. She smells like summer, and she tastes like honeydew, and I need to run my tongue over her everywhere.

“Jesus,” Freya mutters before chomping on more ice.

I have no idea how long we’ve been driving, and I growl at the sound of Freya’s voice intruding. But then the car door is suddenly thrown open, and a sharp pain cracks against my arm. With a snarl, I look over, finding Freya standing outside of the car with a fucking collapsible baton, of all things, in her hand.

“Out,” she orders, pointing the baton.

I snap my teeth at her, and she holds up her arms and backs away. “I’m not trying to take her away from you,” she says placatingly.

My eyes dart around for any other male shifters lurking, but I find none—I also don’t find the sanctuary.

Freya must see the question in my eyes because she explains. “Boy, I can’t take you to the sanctuary! Don’t look at me like that. You’re going into a damn rut. The sanctuary is a sanctuary. No dicks allowed.” She hikes a thumb over her shoulder. “This is an empty mate cabin. I figured you could stay holed up in here until her heatwave is done and you’re out of your rut. Now go on. If you make me late to work, I’m gonna bust you over the head with this,” she threatens, swinging her baton back and forth.

I shake my head. “I can’t. She needs to go to the sanctuary.”

I try to pull Reese away so I can get out of the car and let Freya take her to the sanctuary, but she latches onto my neck and squeezes me tight. “No! Please, Luca!”

Freya gives me a look. “Don’t be cruel. Take care of the damn girl. She’s miserable.”

Fuck. I hope I’m doing the right thing.

15

Luca

With a grunt, I get out of the car, keeping Reese’s pelvis lined up with mine so that I can continue to feel her press against my throbbing cock. I’m a bastard, I know, but fuck, she feels good.

I stalk towards the cabin, while Reese’s small hands dart under my t-shirt, and she starts raking her nails down my chest.

“You’re welcome!” Freya calls behind me. “Damn fool.” She mutters that last part around more ice chomping.

I open the door and slam it shut again as soon as we’re inside and then click both locks. The inside of the cabin is completely bare, no furniture around, and the flooring hasn’t been put in yet. Some of the walls are still unfinished too. In the kitchen, the only thing done is an island counter, which is currently covered in plastic bags filled with snacks from a gas station.

Gently, I set Reese down on the countertop, and she whines a bit, trying to claw at my shirt like she wants to rip it off. Gritting my teeth, I force myself to calm down.