Master of the Abyss

“Get in.” Jake’s voice.

She blinked, trying to restore her night vision, started to say no, and stopped. Don’t be dumber than you have been already. As she neared the passenger side, he leaned over and pushed the door open.

She stepped up and slid onto the seat. The sweeping feeling of relief made her voice shake. “Thanks.”

Despite the dash lights, his expression was unreadable. He regarded her for a long moment, then turned the heat to high. As the blast of hot air hit her, her tense muscles started to unravel. Warm. She sagged against the seat, inhaling the fragrance of leather and Jake’s musky forest scent. Safe.

His prey had been removed from his grasp. When her car wouldn’t start, he’d thought it was a true intervention, but he might have been wrong. Perhaps darkness had not yet totally consumed her soul. He watched the truck, the red taillights glowing at him like demon eyes as it accelerated up the road.

With both relief and disappointment, he tossed the heavy branch into the underbrush and turned back to town. He must not act without certainty, although he’d hardened like a true man at the thought of vanquishing another.

But he’d watch.

Jake shoved his anger down…again…and kept silent as he drove up the road. The winding curves required concentration, although he’d stopped drinking a while back. The tension eased out of him slowly, but he was still damned pissed off. He’d seen her depart-alone-which had pleased him more than he found comfortable. He’d left later, only to spot her Jeep parked next to Rebecca’s car in the parking lot. A green-faced young man slumped against the tavern wall told him a short woman had left the Jeep and taken off. Walking.

Walking. If she’d been his sub, he might well have pulled down her pants and spanked the hell out of her for her foolhardiness.

Might anyway.

They’d both enjoy it.

At the sign MASTERSON WILDERNESS GUIDE SERVICE, Jake turned off onto the tiny gravel road and drove downhill almost a quarter mile into a tiny valley. The forest continued on the left but opened to fenced pastures on the right and a clearing in front. As he pulled the truck to a stop, the moonlight showed a massive barn near the pastures and a two-story log cabin nestled up against the trees. No lights on.

“Nobody home?” Jake asked.

She shook her head. “Virgil has night shift this week. Morgan and Wyatt are out on Gray Mountain with a big group. They’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.”

As if doing the calculations-empty house all night-Jake’s cock hardened. Bad idea, he told it, but when had a man’s dick ever listened to the voice of reason?

He swung out of the truck and walked around. As he’d expected, she didn’t wait for the common courtesy of having her door opened, but hopped out on her own. Steady on her feet too. “For someone who drank as much as you did, you’re pretty sober.”

“I stopped early,” she said. “Besides: cold air, nice hike. A little scare.”

She was on the wide front porch by the time her last three words registered with him. She didn’t mean him, dammit. He took her elbow and spun her around. “What scare?”

“Nothing important.”

Her nonchalant manner was starting to annoy him.

“Thanks for the ride, Jake.”

He took the keys from her, ignored her futile snatch to get them back, and opened the door. Setting his hand on her lower back, he nudged her inside…and followed. Definitely a home, not a fancy house. The small entry to dump gear and outer clothing and boots led into a huge living room. The log walls had been polished to a muted sheen. Some shelves held books; some held the clutter of DVDs and change. One displayed intricately carved Old West figures. He walked over. A corral, a barn, tiny men with weapons drawn. He could almost see the shots being exchanged, and he chuckled as he figured it out-a depiction of the fight at the OK Corral. Old Harvey Masterson’s passion. “These are remarkable. Where’d you find them?”

“I whittle.”

“You? Well, damn. I might try to talk you into doing some for the lodge.” He glanced around at the rest of the room. Comfortable, oversize furniture, coffee tables that you could put your feet on, heavy-duty woodstove. “Nice place.”

“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” She took her keys back and tried to shake his hand, as gracious and distant as a queen. “I appreciate the lift.”

Here’s your hat and what’s your hurry, eh? He took her hand and pulled her closer. “We’ll discuss the need for that lift later,” he said, unable to keep the roughness out of his voice. “Meantime-hell!”

He shoved her behind him as a massive cat stalked across the room and sprang onto the back of the couch. Black ear tufts stuck up like a bobcat’s, and a tail puffed out as big as a raccoon’s. “That can’t be a cat. What the hell is it?”

Her husky chuckle was as effective as fingers stroking his cock.

The beast stared at them with golden green, unblinking eyes.

“He’s a Maine coon cat, and his name’s Mufasa.”

“Mufasa in The Lion King? Simba’s kick-ass father?”

Her eyebrows rose. “Very good. I’m surprised.”

“I’ve got a hoard of nieces and nephews.” From the size of those front paws, the cat could probably disembowel a person with one swipe. He kept an eye on it as he pulled Kallie to face him. Cupping his hands under her pretty, round ass, he slid her up his body to take her mouth.

Seductive lips-and damn him for thinking about how they’d feel around his cock. Her sigh whispered into him, and her muscles started to yield, turning soft and supple. Then she slapped a hand against his chest. “Stop.”

With a disappointed grumble, he released her and stepped back.

She blinked in surprise. “You know, it’s nice not to have to struggle when I object.”

“A dom should be able to hear when a woman is or isn’t playing.” The dom in him also noted the arousal heating her cheeks, the redness of her lips from more than his kiss. But her brain had overruled her desires. And unfortunately that brain was still working. Her mouth firmed into a stubborn line that made him want to kiss it back to softness.

“You told me ‘one night,’ Jake. You made that quite clear, and I appreciated your honesty. Obviously you meant what you said-you haven’t called me since.” She crossed her arms over her chest, high enough to conceal the peaked nipples apparent through her tank top.

He had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from smiling. “This is true.”

“So you have a couple of beers, and suddenly you want to screw around. No.”

Her eyes held anger…and hurt. His amusement disappeared.

She saw the laughter fade from his eyes and his jaw turn to stone, and somehow it only made her want him the more.

“First, alcohol isn’t a factor. Second…” He stroked a finger down her cheek, and she felt as if she could fall into his eyes, as clear as a high mountain stream.

“Kallie, I refuse to get involved. With anyone. Ever.” He paused and added, “And yet, I want to make love to you. I want you on your knees in front of me, those soft lips around my cock. I want you bound and helpless on my bed. I want to spank you and take you so long and hard you’ll walk bowlegged for a week.”

Oh. God. Her breathing turned ragged. She cleared her throat. Why had she said she appreciated his honesty? “Well.” She swallowed and tried again. “You want to…to