Callan narrowed his eyes, seeing the blood in Dayan’s eyes, and knew the time had come to reassert his supremacy within the Pride they had established.
Merinus watched in growing horror as the other man challenged Callan. He was younger, both men were in superb condition and ready to fight.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered, coming to her feet, backing away slowly.
“Taber,” Callan called out, never taking his eyes from Dayan. “Don’t you fucking touch her.”
Merinus looked around desperately. The quiet, black haired Taber emerged from the trees, his jade green eyes concerned as he watched the other two men.
“Don’t make me touch you, Merinus,” he warned her as she turned to run in the opposite direction. “It wouldn’t be pleasant for either of us.”
A scream of fury echoed through the clearing. Merinus swung around just in time to see Dayan go flying over Callan’s shoulder to hit the ground hard. He came up quickly though, launching himself at Callan once again. Callan stepped aside at the last second, a smooth, gliding motion that put him out of touch, and he smiled when Dayan hit the ground once again.
Dayan shook his head this time, appearing rattled by the fall.
“If you had touched my woman, Dayan, I would have had to kill you,” Callan warned him as the other man came to his feet. “I will have no one’s scent upon her other than my own.”
Merinus rolled her eyes. What was it with him and scents?
“You are his mate, Merinus.” Taber must have caught the reaction. He stood close to her, but not touching as he watched the fight progress.
They were throwing punches now, though few of Dayan’s wild swings actually connected. The man was working himself into a froth of fury. Growling, spittle flying as Callan faced him calmly.
“I’m not a fucking mate,” she bit out.
“Watch your mouth. Even Sherra and Dawn do not handle such language,” he told her with a frown, then winced as Callan threw Dayan to the dirt once again.
“Oh, God,” Merinus muttered as both men were suddenly on the ground, teeth bared, fists flying.
Callan’s blows were harsh, hard. Merinus heard his fists connecting with Dayan’s flesh, heard the other man’s grunts of pain, his snarls of rage. She had never seen anything so vicious as the blood and blows that rained between them. Until finally Dayan fell back, nearly unconscious as Callan jumped to his feet.
Savage, glittering amber eyes shot to Merinus. She watched, her throat dry, eyes widening as his cock slowly hardened as he advanced on her.
“Get him out of here,” his voice was a harsh rasp as he grabbed Merinus’ arm. “Get back to the house. I’ll deal with him there.”
“You already dealt with him,” Merinus protested as he began to drag her back to the stream.
His hand was hard on her arm, almost bruising as he forced her behind him.
“I’ll deal with him further,” he bit out, male fury crackling in the air. “But you I will deal with here.”
He pushed her to the grass, moving quickly between her thighs before she could strike out with her feet. He gripped her fists in one hand, stretching her back, anchoring her along his body as his cock pressed the jersey material of her shorts against the soaked entrance to her vagina.
“Callan.” She hated the fear that tinged her voice.
He was too angry, too intense. She didn’t know how to handle the animalistic, savage side of his nature.
He ripped her shorts from her body, tearing them from her and leaving them in shreds.
“I warned you I would rip them from your body.” The shirt went next.
Her furious struggles didn’t deter him in the least. He held her still, watching her body as she writhed against him. Merinus was breathing hard, her skin sensitive, the rasp of the fine hairs on his body caressing her was nearly driving her mad. They were downy soft, stroking against her. The hair on his legs rasped her inner thighs, the tip of his cock nudged at her tender entrance.
Merinus felt the blood thundering through her veins. She wanted him. Oh, she wanted him so bad it was about to kill her. Inside her, deep and hard, making her scream in her need.
“You ran from me,” he growled, sinking a bare inch of his erection into her.
Merinus felt the tiny thrust, her muscles clenching around it, weeping for more. Her clit throbbed, her breasts ached, the sensitive nipples so hard and hot she wondered if they would burst.
“I won’t let you—” She shook her head, her back arching as another inch sank into her.
“Mine,” his vow was low and rough.
“No—” She was crying from need now. Her drenched cunt begging for more of him. “I won’t let you do this to me. I can’t.”
He pushed in a bit more. Merinus held her breath, feeling the tight stretch of her muscles as they conformed to his width. She pulsed around him, feeling more of her juices easing around his flesh. She was slick, frothing with lust.
“Tell me,” he ordered her, his voice dark, rough. “Tell me you are mine, Merinus.”
He stared down at her, his eyes bright, intense as he held her securely while pushing inside her by slow, torturous degrees. She was shamefully aware of the pulse of her inner flesh as it milked him, caressed him. She was drowning in her own lusts, her own needs.
“Touch me,” she begged shamelessly, her breasts pressing against his chest. “Please, Callan, touch me.”
His tongue licked over her breasts. Rough, rasping her flesh, she arched against him, needing more.
“Tell me, and I will give you what you need,” he told her tautly. “Say the words, Merinus.”
“No.” She shook her head, her hips twisting as she fought to get closer to him, to drive that steel hard flesh deep inside her.
“You will tell me,” he groaned, his hand gripping her hip while the other held her hands anchored to the ground.
She looked up at him, seeing the savage lines of his face, the determination in his eyes. His body was hard, so hot against hers it nearly scorched her. She had to fight to keep the words he wanted from pouring from her mouth. He wanted surrender. He wanted to dominate and possess and she refused to allow it. She couldn’t let him. If he did it now, there would be no stopping him from doing it later.
“Are you mine?” she asked him instead, her muscles clenching on the few scant inches of hard flesh flexing inside her. “Who do you belong to, Callan?”
His eyes narrowed.
“My brothers will be here soon,” she told him, panting, fighting to keep her sanity. “They’ll take me home then. Whose will I be then?”
“No,” he bit out, his hips pulling back, then easing his erection inside her again, no further though, than it had been before.
“No, you aren’t mine?” she whispered, gasping as his teeth nipped at her breast, his tongue stroking over her nipple.
Oh, how she wanted to give in.
“You will not leave,” he growled, nipping her again, then licking the wound.
His teeth were hard, sharp, the little flashes of heated sensation speared to her womb, causing it to clench hard, deep.
“How will you stop me?” she whispered, staring up at him, straining to get closer, to get him deeper inside her.
He breathed in hard. Rough.
“You are mine. Mine, Merinus.” His hips plunged hard, driving his cock deep inside her, causing her body to scream with pleasure, with an overload of sensation that made her cry out as her teeth sank into his shoulder.
There was no stopping him then. He moaned, harsh and wild into her neck as he began to pound into her. He filled her cunt, stretching the sensitive tissue deliciously, stroking it as a million bolts of erotic electricity sizzled along her channel. Deep, driving thrusts that had her screaming, begging for release. She felt his cock throb, then along the soft tissue of the roof of her vagina it began. At first, just a soft nuance of change. A stroke, like a whisper of sensation. A separate pulse, a heated prong of pleasure she couldn’t stand. It raked against nerve endings she never knew existed, made her twist, fight for more.