Page 76 of Mitchell's Untamed Mate

“Come for me, baby.Come for me, my sweet bear,” he murmured against her neck, sliding one hand down between her legs.

She trembled when he touched her swollen nub.In this position, she was completely at his mercy, trapped with her legs spread, his cock buried to the hilt, and her nipple in a vice grip.He filled her, stretching her, and pulling her back until she was practically sitting on his thighs, spread open and vulnerable.

He teased her nub, feeling it swell under his fingertips until her body began to shake uncontrollably.Her stifled whimpers turned to low mews as her climax built.Moisture coated his fingers and he massaged her faster and faster until she stiffened and pressed against him, her scream of release frozen on her lips as her body ignited under the single thread holding his control.

He knew he was lost when her feminine core tightened and began pulsing around him.He didn’t think it possible for her to get any tighter or him any deeper.Her channel was like a gloved hand covered in the finest silk wrapping and squeezing him before sliding up and down in an ancient, erotic dance of love.He buried his face against her shoulder.He pressed his teeth against the smooth skin revealed when her shirt slid to the side.

“Yes, bite me,” she whimpered.“I need you… yesssss.”

They melted forward onto the soft air mattress.He barely managed to catch himself on his elbows to keep from crushing her.His teeth were still pressed against her skin, not enough to break it, but she would more than likely have a bruise.His cock… there was no way he was going to be able to separate them yet.Her body still held his cock firmly enveloped in her.

He finally regained enough strength to press a kiss to her shoulder before he laid his forehead against it.His heart pounded until he was sure everyone must be wondering if there was an avalanche approaching.Shaking his head, he decided he would just sleep like this.Every bone in his body felt like mush.

“Mitchell,” Tracy sleepily murmured.

“Mm.”

“I think you broke me.”

“How’s that?”he asked, curious.

Her light snore was his answer.He leaned his head down and kissed her shoulder again.With a grimace, he pulled himself free and rolled to his side, his hand on her bare buttock.Turning his head, he caressed the soft globe.

“I think you broke me, too, little bear,” he whispered.

Life fell into a comfortable routine over the next several days.The storm that had hit when they first arrived had stalled over the region, dumping several feet of new snow.Tracy and Mitchell unpacked all the packages of food they had brought, much to the delight of the others.

“I like cookies,” Timmy said, swinging his feet as he balanced on a log.

Tracy smiled at the little boy before she looked down at his bare feet with a frown.She had discovered Timmy and LaTrisha’s mother had drowned last spring during heavy rains.She had been swept away when she tried to retrieve some clothing that had fallen into the river.She didn’t know what happened to Timmy’s father.Hallie’s mother, Heather, had died a few months ago from pneumonia.Hallie’s father, Chaz, was a quiet man who had taken over helping LaTrisha with her little brother since Timmy and Hallie were so close in age.

“Timmy, don’t you have any shoes?”she asked.

Timmy lifted his dirty feet up into the air and wiggled his toes.“Yes, but I don’t like to wear them.”

“Why not?”

Timmy shrugged and wiped his hand across his mouth.“Because my mom made them.I don’t want to ruin them.”

Tears burned her eyes at the defensive look in the six-year-old boy’s eyes.“Oh, Timmy.I’m so sorry.I guess I wouldn’t want to wear them either if my mom made my shoes for me.Not that she could.She’s not very good at things like cooking and sewing.Neither am I.”

“My mom was really good.This was hers.I like to wear it.It reminds me of her,” he said, pulling on the oversized shirt he was wearing.

“Timmy, my daddy needs our help,” Hallie called.

Timmy hopped off the log.He took a couple of steps before he paused and looked at the bag of cookies.He bit his lip, looked at her, then over at where his sister stood waiting.

“You can take them.I have more.Plus, once we get to the settlement, you’ll be able to have all the cookies you want,” she said.

Timmy twisted, grabbed the bag of cookies, and took off.He paused several feet away and turned back to face her.The delighted smile on his face was all the reward she needed when he mumbled a hasty thank you before darting away.

Releasing the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, she felt a surge of determination and reached into her pocket to retrieve the satellite phone.She walked over to the entrance to the cavern.Light snow flakes drifted to the ground, but nothing like what had been falling.Away from the fires, the entrance felt like a freezer.

She turned the satellite phone on and waited for it to acquire a signal.The fear that Lorne, or whoever placed the tracking device, might intercept her call made her cautious about turning on the satellite phone.She knew it had a GPS chip in it and could be tracked, but these people wouldn't all make it if they walked down the mountain.They needed the evac.

Once she had a signal, she placed her call.She paced back and forth more out of nervous energy than a need to keep warm.Her brother answered on the third ring.

“Thank the Goddess!I was about to send a search party out for you!”he growled.

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