Dawn Discovered

Hunter pulled her closer. "I couldn't agree more." His hands stroked down the bare skin of her back. His groin kicked up and stirred to life at the simplest of contact. He adjusted her, guiding her thighs wide to straddle his lean hips. He rested his palms on the cheeks of her butt. Her sex was hot and wet. Becoming more aroused and ready as he glided her across his hard length, teasing her with the tip of his erection.

Gina shuddered in pure enjoyment as the head of his hard want tickled against her blooming nub. Rubbing it with the hot friction. She placed her palms firmly against his chest. She welcomed his wild side and embraced it with eager abandon. Inching up, she positioned her body over his arousal and slid down on his length. Slowly. Teasing. Taking him inside of her bit by agonizing bit. Shuddering in joy as he moaned in pleasure.

Hunter couldn't take her seductive play. He couldn't hold back. Arching his hips up, he dove into her warm, wet, tight, depths. He groaned as he buried his length to the hilt inside of her. His thumb slid up along her thigh. Finding her sensitive spot and rubbing it in a circular motion as she rocked against him and slid up and down his shaft. Good. So. Good. He gritted his teeth to keep from exploding as he felt her body shutter above him.

Gina arched her back. Thrusting aching nipples into his palm, they throbbed for his touch. Desperate for the attention only he could give them. When he took the hint and complied, she fisted the sheets and sped her tempo. This particular session might not last as long as a few of the others had. But, it was filled with fire and passion that had been fueled by the agony of absence. Her hips rocked and bucked against his hard length. His thumb rubbed her clitoris until the spot throbbed with sweet tension. She quickly gave herself over to the release thundering through her body. With his name on her lips, her body sated and slick with his orgasm, she collapsed into a heap on top of him.

Hunter didn't allow himself the pleasure of his release until Gina was fully in the throws of her own pleasurable abandon. He claimed her. He filled her in spasms of orgasm. Marking her as his. When his body relaxed he wrapped his arms around her. Rocking her gently with their bodies still joined as one.

One body. One heart. One mind. Gently, he positioned her in the crook of his arm. Their hearts were in the same place. Clinging to one another. Concerned only with the well being of the other. Their bodies had been joined as one in the sweetest of ways. And their hearts beat in time with one another. Pulsing to the rhythm as ancient as the world itself, the rhythm of love. "Don't ever leave me again."

"I won't." Gina closed her eyes and let the warmth of his love and the heady promise she'd made carry her away. Leaving Hunter was inconceivable. She would find a way to remain at his side. She didn't know how. But, there had to be a way for their time together to be as limitless as their love. And whatever it was she'd do it. Not solely for him, but for herself as well. She couldn't let him go. Ever.

































Chapter 32

"Are you sure about this?" Gina asked as she stuffed her clothes in the duffel bag Hunter had packed when they'd left the city weeks ago. Staying at the cabin had proven to be a very welcome and pleasant respite. But, it was time to go back to the real world. And Hunter had the perfect place in mind for them to live. His place.

"Gina, the kids love you. I love you." He smiled reassuringly. "Trust me, you're going to fit right in." He prepared the cabin for their departure. Made sure the fridge was unplugged. The windows were shut and locked. And the fire that had kept them warm and cozy for the last couple of weeks was out. Satisfied, he grabbed the duffel bag out of her hand.

Last night when they returned to the cabin they'd spent the night cuddling and having mind-blowing sex. Locked in the security of the cabin, they'd whispered words of love and endearment. Now, it was time to put those words into practice. Hunter felt that the sooner he incorporated Gina into all the aspects of his life. The better it would go for all parties concerned. Maybe, not including her into the thick of his life and involving her fully with the kids from the beginning had been a big mistake. Not that he'd minded holing up in this little love shack with her. But, it was time to get down to business.

He didn't necessarily worry about her getting along with the rest of his family. They'd fully accepted Claire, a human, like Gina. And they'd accept her too. She'd already worked her magic on his kids. She needed to see it for herself and put all her doubts to rest. She'd enchanted Tristen. Mouse cherished her. And Daniel, well, Daniel was going to be very occupied serving his punishments and he'd be too contrite after his escapade to cause any trouble.

Gina cast a last look at the cabin. Worried about moving in to the big house in the woods. She worried, not about what she'd given up. But, about what she was getting herself into. Would his kids and his family truly come to accept someone like her? She was human. Ordinary. What did she have to offer a family of werewolves?

She wished she had the same easy confidence in herself that Hunter had in her. The gravel crunched beneath the tires as Hunter backed out. The cabin's windows were dark and void of life. Hunter had faith in her. And she was going to do everything she could not to let him down. She was done with running. Done with fear. And no matter what, she was determined to make their relationship work.

Hunter's rooms were devoid of personal effects. The petite sitting room was neat as a pin. Blandly decorated in neutral tones. A crowded computer desk was shoved in one corner, toppling with crumpled wads of paper and empty cups. His bedroom hosted a large bed made with military precision. The white tiled bathroom was equally stark and immaculate. He scowled as he tried to interpret Gina's expression. "I'm not the world's best decorator."

"I can see that. I thought... well with as old as you've hinted that you are... that you'd have more stuff," Gina said as she scouted through the barren rooms.

"I never had much use for stuff." He plopped her bag on the bed. After his wife passed, he'd eliminated anything from his life that reminded him of her. And that had been practically everything.

"You've seen so much in your lifetime. Don't you want things to remind you of the past?"

Hunter tapped the side of his head. "Its all up here. That's all the reminding I need. Mind like a steel trap."

Gina snorted and flopped on the bed. "A rusty one, maybe," she teased playfully. She tried not to think of Hunter's true age. He'd been a child during World War II. He was old enough, chronologically, to be her grandfather. He looked much younger. And when she looked like a grandmother, he'd still pretty much look the same as he did now. He'd look young enough to be her grandson. She gave the depressing thought a hard shove into the corner of her mind.

"Well, I have stuff enough for the both of us," Gina said, defensively. "Stuff I need to pack and bring out here."

"Already done. Part of Daniel's punishment was to go to the city and pack up your apartment," Hunter said proudly. "I thought carting all those boxes down the three flights of stairs would be good for him."

Gina gasped and flushed brilliant red. "Hunter. I. Have. Stuff." She couldn't believe that a teenage boy had been riffling through her private things. Things that definitely weren't fit for a teenage boy to see. She thought of her 'naughty drawer' where she kept those special things that weren't fit for young eyes.

"I know. The garage is stuffed with your stuff," he answered. Pretending to be puzzled by her embarrassed and flustered reaction, he stifled a chuckle. He knew a little about a woman's world and the things in them. Not a lot, but enough to keep Daniel out of her dresser.

Gina moaned and stretched out on the bed, covering her face with a pillow. "Hunter. You don't understand. I have... oh my god... Hunter, why didn't you talk to me first? There were things that I'd rather nobody saw. I have private stuff." She thought about her toys. The lacy thongs and fishnet hose, and all the other trimmings that went along with being naughty and sometimes, just plain lonely. "I don't believe this," she muttered.

He stifled the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. He continued to play dumb. Amused at her embarrassment. "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

He probably didn't. Hunter had probably never indulged himself in his life. He was always so rigidly in control of his body. Even if he did have thoughts now and then, he wouldn't be the type to give into them. "Hunter. I had... things...ah... private womanly things."

Hunter cocked his head. "Womanly things? You mean like tampons?" Gina's cheeks flushed the most endearing shade of crimson. "I think Daniel's old enough to know about a woman's cycles. I'm sure he didn't think anything about packing a few boxes of tampons and pads."

"I had those too. But, that's not what I'm talking about," Gina muttered. She burrowed her face into the pillow. "Hunter, I'm talking about toys. Lacy underwear. Spiked heels. Fishnet hose," she confessed in a muffled voice into the pillow. Dreading the shocked reaction she was sure to get from him. He probably thought she was a big nasty pervert. A deviant.

Hunter chuckled. Unable to restrain the grin that spread across his face any longer, "Toys. Gina, your toys are safe and our secret. I made sure Daniel left your bedroom alone. The minute I figured out that I loved you and you loved me. I snuck over and packed you up. All Daniel did was carry the boxes, under my supervision, of course."

"But, you weren't gone that long. The drive alone would have taken hours."

"It did. Packing didn't take very long. Although, I have to admit, for the short twenty-seven years you've been on this planet. You've accumulated an incredible amount of stuff. I can move very quickly and be very stealthy when I want to," he answered as he shot her a sly wolfish smile.

"What if I'd changed my mind and wanted to go back?" Gina couldn't help but feel more than a little violated at his assumption and intrusion.

"I would have unpacked you. I did it mainly because I didn't want you to feel any pain or to be upset by reminders of what happened in the city. The day I came for you. You looked so miserable. I'd do anything to keep you from suffering like that again. Please, forgive me if you think I invaded your privacy or took liberties I shouldn't have." Hunter cast his eyes down contritely.

"I wish you'd told me instead of making me think some teenage boy had found my naughty drawer," she chastised. Her fingers locked around the pillow and swung it. Landing it with a sound thump over his head.

"The look on your face was worth any wrathful pillow pounding I might have to endure." Hunter snatched the pillow out of her fingers with one deft tug. He rolled his eyebrows at her suggestively. "I have to admit. I'd love to explore the contents of your naughty drawer with you. It might be fun." He pushed her onto her back and climbed the length of her body. Resting the hard bulge in his jeans against her pelvis and rocking with suggestive motions. A masculine growl escaped from his chest as he kissed her. Dipping his tongue between her lips in a desperate series of thrusts.

"You don't think it's weird?" Gina rasped between the series of seductive wild kisses he trailed across her lips. Her hips instinctively ground against the hard length of his sex. She wound her legs around his waist, pressing her body closer. Wanting more. His hands were more than willing to indulge her unspoken request. His fingers worked at the buttons on her blouse as she posed the question.

"No. Like I never have?" Hunter relieved her of her blouse and went to work on the silky bra that separated him from her pert nipples. He growled in want as the clasp yielded to his fingers and he sent the bra sailing through the air.

"You? You're too controlled. You've never done anything like that in your life." Gina arched her back as his mouth descended on a ripe peak. His tongue laved over the hardened flesh. Teasing her until she ached and her limbs trembled with desire.

Hunter snorted as he switched from one nipple to the other. "Believe that if you want." His hands sleeked down her waist and found the button of her jeans. He unfastened the button and zipper. Working the thick, stiff material over her hips. The luscious scent of her desire filled his nose as he inched down between her thighs. Nipping at the tender flesh through her cotton panties. He slid her jeans down her legs and helped her to kick free of them. The underwear had to go. He was impatient, too eager to get to the prize that lay beneath to bother removing them properly. He tore at her underwear with his teeth. Bare and wonderfully exposed flesh met him. He nuzzled and nipped at her cleft as he spread her thighs with his palms.

Gina gasped as he dove into her with his tongue and fingers. When he spread her with his thumbs and tickled at her most sensitive area with his tongue. She wasn't going to last long if he kept it up. She tugged at his hair. Pulling him closer to the sweet spot he'd discovered. Her hips lifted as he suckled and stroked. Dipped his fingers deep inside of her and tortured her with pleasures of the flesh.

Hunter continued pleasuring Gina until she writhed and trembled beneath him. She was wonderfully close to the brink. Slowing, he held her off. She bucked against him. Wanting completion. He lapped at her. Rolling his tongue over the spot. His fingers worked her. Diving in and stroking the soft, hot wetness of her core. She whimpered and cried out his name. Her back arched as he gave her what she so desperately needed. He let her tip over the edge. He wiggled out of his jeans and dove in. Easing the tension that tore at his body with heady thrusts and grinds deeper and deeper into her depths.

Gina opened up for him. Took all that he gave her and gave him equal portion back. She met each desperate thrust. Answered each cry. Rocked her hips and matched his eager tempo. Her nails raked across his shoulders as she spurred him on. She tried to hold back as another burst of pleasure rocketed through her body. But she was lost to the wonderful sensations that he delivered with each buck of his hips. As she climaxed, so did he. Adding to her pleasure as hot juts of his release filled her and his body writhed in spasm against her.

Hunter lounged with his leg wound through hers. Gently and playfully, he nipped at the underside of her breast. Teasing the nipple to erectness with his fingers. "You want to play?"

Gina arched a brow at him. He was joking right? She was fully and happily sated. The moment suspended her in a state of utter bliss and absolute relaxation. "I don't have any batteries." Her back arched as he rolled on top of her, parting her thighs with his hips for another round.

"Who needs batteries?" Hunter asked as he took her, filling her, and burying his length deep inside of her. His arms reached around her back and he pulled her tightly against his chest. Lifting her onto his lap as he rolled back onto his haunches. Rocking her against him. Feminine giggles tickled across his ear. "This is hardly a time for giggles." Nothing could damage a guy's ego like laughter in the sack. He bucked against her hard and impaled her with his length.

"You're like the energizer bunny." Gina moaned through pants of pleasure. She gripped his shoulders for support and wrapped her legs tightly around his hard, muscled butt. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he guided her along his shaft. Each hard thrust drove her closer and closer to another orgasm. Joy shuddered through the whole length of her body, from her toes to the tip of her head.

"That's right." He panted, "I keep going and going." Hunter ground her against his pelvis. Driving her to another orgasm. Her sleek, wet, core gripped him as her climax ripped through her. In another series of hard thrusts he joined her. Easing her back on to the bed. Parting her thighs as he drove in hard and finished with a deep moan of sheer fulfillment.

Hunter held Gina close. Idly playing with the ends of her soft hair as he felt her chest rise and fall against his. "I love you, naughty girl," he teased. Gina felt good in his arms and in his bed. His actual bed, the bed they'd share for the rest of their days. He didn't give concern to a future he could not control. As long as she was a part of it, each day would count, for everything. He could life a dozen lifetimes alone and yet, these moments with her, meant more than any longevity he might have. She was a part of him. She was in his life and she was his life.

"I love you too, horny boy," Gina replied. Sighing as she rubbed her cheek against the smooth planes of his chest. She knew life would just keep on happening and that Hunter had been right to thrust her into the thick of it. Into his life, where she knew she belonged. The city could have been millions of miles away and it wouldn't have mattered to her in the least. As far as she was concerned, it was a foreign place buried deep in a memory. She was home. She was happy. And she could never imagine her life any other way.

Daniel was outside sweating his ass off. Listening to the sounds of nature instead of the blaring rock music of his iPod, which had been confiscated as part of his never-ending punishment. He handled each task required of him like a man. He'd moved box after box from Gina's apartment to the garage. Today, he was splitting wood and loading it into the back of a pickup for a needy family to use for heating their home this winter. And tomorrow, who the hell knew?

He rubbed his blistered hands together and put his back into his task. He deserved his punishment. He knew that. But, he sure hoped he'd get a pardon sometime soon. He hoped his dad had convinced Gina to stay and that he'd get the chance to tell her face to face how sorry he was. Having to face her and explain would be its own brand of punishment. What could he say that would explain without making him sound like he hated her guts and all of her kind? He didn't. He didn't hate anybody, excepting for his brother from time to time. Could he accept Gina as a surrogate mother? Probably not. She wasn't his mom and never would fill the void his real mom had left when she died. But, he'd like to try to be her friend, if she could forgive him and let him.

Hunter sat casually at his grandmother's feet, presenting Gina to her. Likewise, Gina was seated on the rug beside him. "Nana. This is Gina."

The elderly woman, skin wrinkled and browned with time, white hair pulled into a thick long silver braid at the nape of her neck, looked down at Gina with shrewd and intelligent eyes. "She your mate, boy?" Nana asked, sitting her crochet to the side to study the woman.

"She is," Hunter answered. He took one of Gina's hands in his and squeezed tightly. Steadying her. Nana could be a bit on the blunt side. Hell, who was he kidding? Nana was a lot blunt. Sharp and pointy as a tack, and she could extract blood just as easily. At her age, one could forgive her tactless tongue and lack of social graces. She was the oldest living Pack female in existence.

Nana studied the female. Human. She sniffed, catching Gina's scent. She could tell a lot about someone by their scent. The scent that uniquely identified a person for who and what they were. Gina was deeply in love with her grandson. She was strong and hearty, from good stock. Gina was many things, mainly something that neither she nor Hunter had any knowledge of. Hunter thought Gina was human. Gina thought she knew her everything about her parents. They were both wrong, on both counts.