A Mate From The Past

Hunt

Mitchell was close enough but wasn't leaning down to kiss her. Did he not want her? He always wanted her. His hands in her hair, tilting her head upward and moving in to graze his lips across hers. He tested the waters, tentatively pushing his luck with her.

He didn't hesitate. When Sabrina closed the gap between them, he reached out. With her face cupped in his hand, he moved in. He parted her lips with his tongue and caressed the back of her head as he pulled her tighter.

A warmth between them built along with the intensity of his kiss. Sabrina's hands wrapped around his wrists, and she gave the slightest whimper as his tongue slid along hers. They were both breathless and flushed when he finally pulled his lips away from hers. His thumb resumed its gentle caress of her cheek, and she bit her lower lip, ignoring the building ache within her.

A soft moan escaped her as his hands traveled down her back. She shivered. The hint of her voice was a little maddening as he only wanted to hear her speak. A "Yes" or a "No" would've gone a long way for him. But the softest moans would have to do, he supposed.

There was a pull within her, a need to be near him. He kissed her again, and her attention turned to him, matching his movements fervently.

A hunger seemed to envelop her. Mitchell moaned as her hand slid down him. One still gripped the back of his neck, but the other moved to his pants, unfastening them and pushing them down with his underwear. He moaned as her fingertips grazed his shaft. His warmth against her skin. Hard against her tender fingertips. Wetness coated the tip of him as she gave a light stroke.

Sabrina woke with a start; beads of sweat clung to her skin as she struggled to catch her breath; it was a dream. She scanned the room with her eyes, half expecting Mitchell to emerge from the shadows, but nothing happened.

"Damn this!" she cursed, throwing the covers aside, getting off the bed and walking into the bathroom. A splash of cold water on her face woke her senses. She had to find something to do instead of daydreaming about Mitchell.

She exited her room and headed straight to the basement; if there was any information that could help them find out who this killer was and what his motives were, it had to be down there.

As she descended the steps, the light came on automatically, just like she remembered. The "rules" governing the pack stood engraved on the wall.

Humans were a no-go area, as harming them put the secrecy of their existence at risk. The creatures had the habit of getting too nosy when people got killed.

"I think I know what we're up against," a voice called from the centre of the room. One of the pack members was sitting there. He had several books open and was glancing through them.

"What did you find, Pete?" Sabrina asked, walking up to him and peering into the books, trying to see what he was reading.

"So, this says the other packs would never attempt a kill on our territory unless we were at war," Pete explained, handing one of the books to Sabrina as he spoke.

"And? What makes you think we're not at war?" she questioned, finding that he had ruled out that possibility a bit off.

"If you were around more, you'd know that we can't go to war unless we're marked by another pack," he pointed out.

Sabrina glared at him, not appreciating that he had thrown her absence in her face like that.

"What's it about the humans that has gotten you so interested? Bloodhaven is the best place for you, and as the only female in our pack, it feels a bit nervy having you outside these walls," he complained.

Sabrina managed a chuckle as he spoke.

"You do know my temper is worse because I'm female, don't you?" she asked, earning a nervous smile from Pete.

"Anyway, like I was saying, it has to be a half breed," he said, pointing at another book in front of him and picking it up. Sabrina drew closer to him and listened. Half breeds were wolves who turned without the authority of an alpha for ill intent. They were like weapons in the hands of their owners.

"This is good work, Pete," She complemented, setting down the book on the surface of the wooden table.

"What do your books say about catching them?" she asked, ready for action, having been cooped up here since she arrived.

"Well, we have a comprehensive list of all the half-breeds in this city. We could pay them a visit if you'd like," he suggested, holding up the list he was talking about.

"Sweet," Sandra exclaimed, grabbing the list from him and looking up the names to see how many there were.

"Could you give me a minute. I'll need to grab my coat before we go," Sabrina said, running up the stairs. She couldn't take any more of being indoors.

Pete returned the books he had used to the shelves and waited outside for Sabrina to show. Sneaking out through the back, they left for the first half-breed's residence.

Mitchell stood away from the house, his brown fur jutting out and reflecting the moon's light. He checked the house address on the mail box to be sure he was at the right place. Marcus had given him specific instructions; and he needed to avoid any mistakes.

He was about to enter the house when a car pulled up a little distance away. He waited in the treeline, observing to see who it was and whether it would interfere with what he was here for.

Just then, a familiar scent hit his nostrils; he spun around quickly to investigate. Sabrina was standing behind him; she wasn't alone. Pete was here with her.

"What are you doing here?" she snarled.

"I could ask you the same question," he objected, morphing back into his human form. The look on Sabrina's face changed as she swallowed nervously. He didn't have any clothes on.