Wild Hunts by Rhea Regale Read Free Book Online

body trembled. Lilia shrugged again and wisely took a step back. “Pity.”
    “Get out of here, Lilia. Don’t you dare think to leave this cave, but get the fuck out of my face,” Eva warned. She didn’t dare move until her sister separated the wall of muscled men and disappeared into the dark tunnel. As the echo of her furious footsteps dwindled, Eva clawed through the dense haze in her mind.
    She wanted to find who killed Rogue. She wanted to know who broke into her cave.
    She wanted to know if the rumors were true.
    If another white stalked her grounds, this one would die.

Chapter Four

    Micah listened to the shower water spray over the tub. The wall between the small bedroom and the bathroom was thin, and he could hear every muttered curse, every grumbled question, every verbal response, most likely from a telepathic conversation Kasa was having with her brother. There was an awkward vibration that skirted his mind, making him aware of a communication line he couldn’t breach.
    He was impressed, and quite taken. His mate was a spitfire. Not some docile were that wanted to be pampered. Having slipped quietly into the cabin to catch Slade driving her to climax had nearly caused his own release in the confines of his jeans. Hell, he wanted to play around a bit, take part in the games, but there were more pressing issues he needed to touch upon before either of them laid claim to their precious little mate. He had to maintain control.
    First challenge would be taming the wild, voracious creature before she got herself killed.
    The water shut off. Metal scraped metal, stinging his ears even at this distance. He snarled and moved to the other side of the bedroom. He’d gotten so caught up listening to her wash, imagining what she looked like entirely naked, that he’d forgotten why he came in here to begin with.
    “Slade, you sleeping?” he asked, keeping his tone soft. Though there was much to do, his brother needed the rest. The man’s pent-up arousal had nearly driven him mad. He barely slept more than a handful of hours over the course of four days. Ever since they hooked back on Kasa’s trail, they had pressed forward, seeking her out with the hopes of this very event becoming reality.
    All their frustration, their hunting, their sacrifices paid off at last.
    “Bro?”
    Once again, silence met Micah. Very well. It would be easier to work with Kasa without Slade’s insatiable hunger butting into the mix. The man was horny practically every waking moment.
    Not that Micah wasn’t hurting his own fair share.
    He lifted the lid on the solid chest and pawed around the contents. Books, CDs, female accessories. Nothing that would shed light on her strategy of hunting down the Dark Moon rebels. He suspected Jordan might keep all the important documents, but somehow, the wolf in him believed his mate required her own backup.
    When he found it, he’d destroy it. Kasa would no longer be putting herself out for those lunatics to pounce on.
    The lock on the bathroom door clicked, and the door hinges creaked. Micah glanced over his shoulder as he slid open the drawer to the nightstand. Kasa emerged from the bathroom and stood in the short hallway. The profound, and delightful, sight of his mate stole his breath, and he helplessly stared. Her dark hair clung to bare shoulders, thick locks snaking down her toned arms. Her creamy flesh held an alluring hint of rose, a color he pictured would cover her when he brought her to climax. Her slender fingers clenched the towel at her breast. Not even the terrycloth could hide the full swells from the eyes of a hunter.
    He being said hunter.
    Kasa’s head snapped to the side and her amber eyes landed on him. Her plump lips parted on a breath a moment before she stormed over to him.
    “Get away from there,” she growled, slapping his hand from the knob. The corner of Micah’s mouth curled into a dark grin. He let out a small chuckle. Kasa’s lip pulled back in a scowl.