Pack Hunter by Crissy Smith

in heaven. Gently, he started to love her. In and out, hard short strokes, until he couldn’t control himself and just started to plunge inside.
    The slap of skin against skin filled the room as they rocked together. Sara met him stroke for frenzied stroke and scored her nails down his sides. The little bit of pain nearly sent him off and he levered himself up just enough to really pound into her.
    “Yes!” she screamed and her inner muscles clamped down as she climaxed.
    “Fuck!” He came hard. Spots formed in front of his eyes as he emptied into her. He collapsed on top of her, trying to catch his breath.
    “Holy shit!” she said with a laugh.
    He roused himself to look at her face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
    Sara ran her hand over his cheek. “That was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced.”
    Clint’s heart soared. God, he could fall for this woman. He rocked his hips very gently. He was still half hard buried inside her, asking without words for more.
    She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, hell yeah,” she said and reared up before she latched her mouth to his.
    * * * *
    Clint walked into the compound and knew he had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, but he couldn’t help it. His night with Sara had been possibly the best of his entire life.
    After the couch had been well used, they’d showered and crawled into bed, exhausted.
    He’d woken with her mouth wrapped around his cock. It had been the best wake-up call he’d got in a very long time. After he’d gently made love to her until she’d been breathless and worn, they’d napped until her alarm had gone off again. Darkness had still showed out of the window and he had been horrified to see that it was before dawn and Sara planned to get up and ready for work.
    He’d started the coffee pot in the kitchen while she’d showered and dressed. His mind had still been muddled when she’d come into the kitchen ready for the day.
    She’d kissed him and that hadn’t helped with his morning confusion. Clint had always thought he was a morning person, but the early hour at which Sara started her day was just inhumane.
    They’d shared an omelette and toast before leaving the house. Clint couldn’t have imagined a better morning.
    Kurt came down the stairs and Clint was surprised to see his friend up so early.
    Kurt glanced at his watch and shook his head. “Just coming in? Well…well…well…”
    Clint flipped his best friend off and laughed. He was still in a damn good mood.
    “Well, at least I don’t have to call you,” Kurt said seriously.
    “What’s up?” Clint questioned.
    Kurt waved him to follow and Clint did. They went into the same room they’d been in before and he saw Tony was already inside, pacing.
    “Hey, thanks for getting up early,” Tony said and shook their hands.
    “No problem,” Kurt said.
    Tony motioned for them to sit. Gage and Austin entered with a tray full of coffee cups.
    Coffee was passed around and Clint couldn’t help but compare the brew to what Sara had served earlier. It didn’t even come close to Sara’s. He hid his smile behind his cup.
    “Colt called last night,” Tony started to explain. “He and some of his new friends will arrive this morning.”
    Kurt sat back and raised his eyebrow. “That’s quick.”
    Tony nodded. “They’ve been told that there are two shifters here causing the town problems and they need to be captured. Colt said his man got word from Perry Costa.”
    “So Perry is still running the show here? No sign of Dan Carter?” Kurt asked.
    “And we’re the two shifters they are coming after?” Clint inquired.
    “Yeah, no word from Carter, and they were given pictures of the two of you.”
    “What are the orders?” Clint questioned.
    “Capture, alive,” Tony told them.
    “At least they didn’t say just to shoot us on sight,” Kurt stated happily.
    Clint grinned at his friend. Capture? Oh, that wasn’t going to happen. There was a reason that Kurt had