Predator: Huntress - Alpha

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Jarak stood up from the bed. Their bedroom was washed in an early morning gray light that made him want to return to bed. Silently, he turned and looked back down at his unconscious mate--the sight only made him hard again. On her stomach, Justice lay there naked and spread out against the mattress, used and exhausted. From where he stood, Jarak could see his seed leaking out still from between her spread legs and felt a rush of savage pride. Silently, he stepped toward her and ran a hand down her sweat slicked back. He let it curve possesivly over her soft backside and rest there. With her long black hair wild and partly loose from its braids, it lay in disarray around her head. The image of her was intimate and so very different from her normal orderly countenance, it nearly pulled him back to her side--but he refrained.

Jarak enjoyed mating. He liked grabbing her naked backside during their rutting, his claws pressing gently into the soft rounded globes on either side as he thrusted deeper into her, bringing her up forcibly to meet each stroke. It had not taken long to break his mate's pride. After their fifth round of vigorous mating, her pleas became a lingering song in the air. She cried and begged for him to give her mercy as he sank himself deeper and deeper into her sopping wet cunt, but he gave her no quarter. Jarak had felt her nails biting into the tough hide on his back, and reveled in it. He felt the fluttering beat of her heart against his chest as he rode her tremoring body through endless climaxes. Jarak would never grow tired of his name coming out in beautiful sobs. Every exquisite detail only further solidified the fact that she now belonged to him completely. Aroused fully now, he backed away from the tempting sight of his mate and turned towards the bathroom. His aching flesh would have to be ignored. Cleaning himself, he dressed in only his loincloth and armored waist covering, leaving his chest and arms bare of any armor. With a last glance towards his sleeping mate, Jarak silently left the room.

It had been two days since he stepped outside. Opening his senses fully, he walked through the misty jungle. There was a sense of peace running through him that he could barely understand. It left him feeling exposed yet free. This type of clarity should only come to him through days of focused meditation not days of near violent rutting. But Jarak could not deny the facts, he felt satisfied and immensely grateful.

Stopping in front of the pyramid much like his own, Jarak did not have to wait long. The black metal door slid open to reveal Akur.

For a moment they just stared at one another. Jarak could feel Akur's examining gaze on his person and let out a resentful growl.

"My mate was beginning to worry that your mating might have left you injured after the second day of your absence."

Jarak blinked as he thought of the small human female and the meaning of the words. He would try not to take offense at the remark. Meeting Akur's eyes, Jarak nodded brusquely. "I am intact."

"And your mate?" Akur asked, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

Jarak narrowed his eyes at the older hunter. "The status of my mate is not for you."

A thread of tension sliced through the air between them just as a soft voice sprang forward.

"Jarak?"

He heard the soft questioning voice first before spying a glimpse of the small human behind the imposing hunter blocking the doorway. Wiggling herself forcefully forward past her unmoving mate, Ember came fully into view holding the sleeping child he came for. With her tiny head buried into the woman's neck, Larsa breathed deeply and contently her small, soft back rising and falling in each breath. Jarak could feel his instincts shift towards the child as he examined her small form.