Precious Angel (Alpha Province #4)(35)

           



       

The muscles in her belly began jumping each time he rubbed her clit and  shuttled in and out of her pussy. Air was sawing noisily in and out of  her lungs as she rose higher and higher with pleasure.

His balls felt swollen and as if they were as hard as stones, and yet  they began to crawl up toward his body. He pumped his hips faster,  leaned down, slanted his mouth over hers, and kissed her deeply,  passionately.

When the heat touched the base of his cock, Jenson pinched her clit between his finger and thumb.

Kenzie turned her head, breaking the kiss, gasped in a breath, and then screamed.

She bathed his pistoning cock in cum as her muscles clenched down hard  around him before loosening again. Her whole body quaked and quivered as  she came all over his dick.

Jenson shoved into her once, and the second time he plunged deep with a  yell. His cock expanded, his balls palpitated, and spume after spume of  cum shot up his shaft and out the end of his dick. He ground his hips  into hers, enhancing their climaxes for as long as possible. When the  contractions began to dissipate, he bit down hard into her shoulder.

Kenzie groaned, her body shaking and shivering as she orgasmed again. He  came right along with her. White-blue lightning streaked in front of  his eyes as he shook and jolted with ecstasy.

When his canines retracted he licked over his mating mark, he braced his  upper body weight on his elbows and looked at his mate. She was so  fucking beautiful his heart ached.

Her creamy white skin was flushed with passion, her blue-green eyes were  hazed over, and there was a gorgeous smile on her lips. Kenzie wrapped  her arms around his neck and tugged him down for a kiss. "I love you,  Jenson."

He was so happy, tears stung his eyes and he was lost for words. He  rested his forehead against hers and drew in a deep breath. "I love you,  too, sweetie."

Jenson had no idea how long they stayed locked up in each other's arms  or love, but he didn't care. All he cared about was having his mate in  his arms, his body still intimately connected to hers, and the emotions  he could feel flowing back and forth from him to her.

Finally, reality started to intrude. Jenson's softening cock slipped  from her body and he helped her up from the bed. He was about to guide  her back to the bathroom but stopped when she tugged on his hand. She  released him and turned toward the dresser, pulled a drawer open, and  faced him once more, her hand behind her back.

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Absolutely nothing." She cleared her throat. "I bought you something."

"What?"

Kenzie brought her hand out from behind her back and handed him a belt.  Jenson took it and stared at the panther on the silver belt buckle.  Emotion constricted his throat and he had a hell of a hard time  swallowing around the constriction.

"This is … I can't … thank you, sweetie." Jenson tugged her into his arms  and kissed her lovingly, passionately. When he went to speak she placed a  finger over his lips.

"I know your parents probably bought the belt for you and while I  figured you needed a new one, you don't have to throw away your old one.  If you'd like, I can see if I can find someone to put the buckle from  your other belt onto the new one."

Jenson shook his head. "Although our parents are dead, sweetie, you  aren't. I would be proud to wear this gift. I love you, Kenzie."

"I love you, too, Jenson."





Decha had nearly burst out laughing when he'd first met Aiguo Lei. He'd  thought Feng and his Triad contact were trying to punk him, but he was  glad he'd learnt to keep his expression blank no matter what he was  feeling inside. The guy was about five-foot-five and didn't look as if  he could hurt a fly. That was until Decha had looked into those cold  brown eyes. A shiver of alarm had raced up his spine and he'd been  hard-pressed to cover the fearful reaction.

Lei's cohort was huge compared to his boss and Decha knew the fucker  would have no qualms about killing him or anyone else for that matter.

They'd met five hours ago and tried to talk about how they were going to  get the slut. It was now three in the morning, and although he was  tired after putting in a full day making sure his dealers were selling  their quota and his girls were being just as productive, he wasn't about  to let on how exhausted he felt.

He had no idea why they'd all spent the last couple of hours walking and  scoping out the town of Ambrose and its surroundings, but he didn't  want to upset the Triad leader more than he already was. The fucker kept  talking to his large protector in his native language and that pissed  him off. Decha's brothers had died in a drive-by shooting when he'd been  a baby, and while he'd never known them, his parents had never let him  forget he'd once had brothers. His father in particular held up Chong,  his eldest brother, as a shining example of what a good person he'd  been. As soon as he could, he asked to go to America to attend college.  He'd gotten his diploma, but still, his father had been disappointed in  him since he'd barely scraped through with a pass. All his life he'd  been resentful of ghosts, aware that he'd never be good enough in his  father's eyes.                       
       
           



       

If the old bastard knew what he had gotten himself into, the whole  family would lose face. Decha didn't give a shit about the old ways.  He'd seen what power and money could do and had started up his own  business. Just because most of his businesses were illegal didn't mean a  thing to him. He had more money than he'd ever dreamed of having but it  wasn't enough, would never be enough. Maybe he should be thanking Feng  for introducing him to the Triad leader. He just hoped the fucker wasn't  planning to double-cross him.

He'd caught Lei and his goon communicating with hand signals. He wished  he knew what they were saying but that wasn't going to happen. For all  he knew, Lei and his cohorts could be planning his demise, although he  was sure Feng would alert him if that was the case, if he had an inkling  of what was transpiring. He'd just have to bide his time and hope that  once Lei had the slut, he wouldn't be beholden to the Triad leader  anymore. He didn't want Lei to have anything to hold over him.

Finally, they headed back to the truck Feng had parked just inside the  town limits to return to where they'd set up a campsite. It was only  about half an hour from Ambrose.

Hopefully tomorrow would be the day they set eyes on the slut.





Chapter Sixteen




Kenzie lifted her gaze from the pot she was stirring when she felt  lustful heat pool low in her belly. She didn't think the desire was  coming from her since she hadn't been thinking about making love to her  mates, but she was still getting used to the bond between herself and  her men.

Jordan and Jenson were busy putting finishing touches on the dinner  plates. If they were aroused, it didn't show. She turned to glance over  her shoulder and found Jay staring at her ass. His hungry blue-eyed gaze  sent sparks of heat coursing through her blood. Her nipples hardened,  her pussy moistened, and her clit started throbbing. Her internal  muscles clenched with a fiery need so intense, it was too hard to  ignore.

Jay stopped what he'd been doing and slowly stalked toward her. All her  guys had graceful gaits and hardly ever made any noise when they were  walking. She guessed it had to do with their panther DNA.

As soon as he was behind her, he removed the stirring spoon from her  hand and put it onto the spoon rest beside the stove, grasped her  shoulders, and turned her to face him. She craned her neck and met his  gaze. There was so much hunger, so much emotion in his eyes, her breath  hitched in her throat.

"You two can finish tonight," Jay said without breaking their eye lock. "Kenzie and I are heading out early."

A shudder of need ripped up her spine and she licked her suddenly dry  lips. She didn't deny Jay's statement or make any excuses, because she  wanted him just as badly as he seemed to want her. Plus, she hadn't had  the chance to give him the gift she'd bought for him the other day. Or  told him she loved him. Although from the deep feelings, the contented  warmth flowing from her mates and back again, he'd have to be a statue  not to know what was in her heart.

Jay cupped her face between his hands. "Do you need anything, honey?"

"My purse," she answered breathlessly.

"Let's go, mate." He released her cheeks, caressed his hands down her  arms, and then laced his fingers with hers, before leading her toward  the door.

"We'll see you soon, baby," Jordan called out and she waved in acknowledgement.

"Love you, sweetie," Jenson stated with so much emotion, tears burned her eyes and blurred her vision.

"Love you, too, Jenson, Jordan."

Jay picked up the pace as he guided her to the office. As soon as she  had her purse draped over her shoulder, he swept her off her feet and up  into his arms. She looped an arm around his neck and stared at his  handsome face as she undid one of the buttons on his shirt and pushed  her hand beneath the cotton.