Wicked Intentions (On Hold)

Chapter Seven

Tempest woke at dusk cocooned in warmth; looking to her right she saw Cain, to her left was Asher and at the bottom of the bed was Lucian. Thinking back to the night before she expected to feel embarrassed, but instead all she felt was calm. It felt good to let go of herself and let someone else take care of her; she hadn’t felt this sense of peace inside her for too long.

            She curled herself tighter against Cain and stroked his cheek, his face was so peaceful when he slept; the harsh angles were somehow smoothed while he lay oblivious to the world. Tempest loved the feel of the scratchy stubble prickling her hand; looking up she saw his eyes had opened and were staring at her with, love? She jumped guiltily and tried to pull her hand away, but before she could he gently clasped it and pressed a chaste kiss on her knuckles. His chocolate brown eyes smoldered, flecks of amber standing out in stark contrast. No words were spoken in that moment yet everything was said.

             Clearing her throat awkwardly she questioned, “What are your plans for tonight?”

            Cain responded, “We will be training the pack for the upcoming battle.”

            “When do we start?” asked Tempest excitedly.

            “We won’t be doing anything,” Came Lucian’s low voice from behind her, “You will stay here where it’s safe while Asher, Cain and I train the pack.”

            Tempest bristled in indignation, “I will train and I will fight. I was the best warrior in my pride and in the cat shifter community women fought alongside men you arrogant pigs!” Her cat yowled her support in the back of Tempest’s mind and Tempest was glad they were agreeing on this matter, they had been arguing too much lately.

            Cain sighed, “This isn’t up for discussion, you and I can stay here while Asher and Lucian go grab us all some food.”

            As they left Tempest let out a long breath and slumped down on the bed.

            “You are too cute when you pout,” Cain purred in her ear. She felt his hardness against her stomach and smirked, if they thought she was going down without a fight, they were sorely mistaken.

            Tempest flipped her and Cain over and ripped off the shirt that was covering her; she watched his eyes glazed over with lust as he took her naked body in.

            She let out a deep throated purr that was purely feline, her eyes shifted to her cat’s as she grabbed both her breasts and pinched her nipples; arching her back in pleasure she was aware of his eyes following her every movement. As she massaged her breasts she purred huskily, “You know I can go for months without letting you have sex with me, or even helping you with your problem.” As she said this she ground herself against his hard length. Grabbing his stiff rod in her hand she pumped once through his jeans, enjoying his harsh gasp. “Or I could help you right now,” she slowly undid the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down. “You can let me train and fight with you, that way we both get what we want.” She watched as his erection sprang free, weeping at the top.

            She saw this indecision in his eyes, gently leaning down she blew lightly on his dick watching it bob.

            “Fine,” he gasped, “You can fight.”

            She purred happily then lent down and flicked her tongue along the slit of his erection; he tasted hot and all male. Not waiting a moment longer she lowered her mouth engulfing him. Finally she began bobbing her head up and down; loving the control she had over him.